A Return to Happiness (The True Luna Series Book 1)

Chapter 5

Boone

Moira sits beside me inside the royal car with a pout on her face. I feel like I have done something wrong although I know that I didn’t. I groan inwardly, it’s not my job to coax my private secretary, but somehow, I know I’m gonna do it anyway. f**k, here goes nothing. “Well, I’d say it went well,” I start with a smile on my face. Like, why, Boone. Why? She’s your secretary, you’re the King. Why should you be the one who’s trying? And a smile too? “Don’t you?”

Moira huffs, I hate that but choose not to voice my displeasure. She’s Mason’s big sister, and I really like the guy. Her father is the national hero, let’s not forget that part. Very important. Plus, Moira is an efficient secretary. Yep, efficient. Can’t forget that part either. Dude, this woman practically walks on water. “It was okay,” she says, acting like she’s only entertaining conversation with me out of the kindness of her heart, not because she wants to. “Until a point.”

I can’t help but groaning again. This time I have to agree with her, what a waste of time that event was. The only wonderful thing about this whole situation was Camellia. She was right, I should’ve met with her sooner. I had contemplated calling her but decided to wait since I knew that she would be accompanying her brother, the Alpha of the Green Meadow Pack. So yeah, like a fool, I waited. But at least I was able to secretly meet up with her a few times inside her hotel room. Yep, Camellia, she was the highlight of my week.

We just came from the Stony Hills Pack for our yearly conference. The conference itself is always important, it serves as the commemoration of all the packs’ commitment to stay staunch to the kingdom, and me, as their King. Every pack takes turn in holding the event. This is necessary because it also gives me the chance to see with my own eyes how the Alpha runs his pack. I want everybody under my sovereign to be prosperous, not just the ones who live in the kingdom and the surrounding areas.

The Stony Hills Pack is a big pack, one of the biggest even. The people there seem to live quite comfortably and the Alpha is reasonably sensible. Alpha Dane, I actually quite like the guy. But she has a daughter, now you see where this is going, right? She is a beautiful twenty years old. And her mother, oh Moon Goddess. Don’t get me started, I can’t even tell whether she was trying to sell her daughter or herself. Personally, I think that’s the problem of having a Luna that is not a fated mate, the mate bond is not that strong. Poor Alpha Dane. I’ve got this feeling that the Luna would easily throw the Alpha under the buss should the opportunity present itself.

Yep, that bad.

Last night, however, was worse than just bad. Being the Alpha King, I was placed inside the Alpha’s mansion, while the other Alphas and their delegations stayed in hotel rooms. Inside my incredibly spacious and elegant accommodation, I worked until night with Moira preparing for my valediction speech. There was so many things I wanted to go over with her so I didn’t have to do it in the morning. I was planning on having a long run at dawn since my wolf was restless. Lately, he’s been restless a lot and I’ve been having problems containing him. Was he looking for his mate again? It has been three years after all? f**k, just one more problem to deal with.

At almost one in the morning, we’re finally done. I was about to dismiss Moira when she opened her mouth first asking to use my bathroom. It was rather confusing because her room was only a couple of doors away, she could easily just use her own facility. But I decided not to think much about it and just let her. Since I didn’t have a good feeling about it, I decided to stay fully dressed. I was sure that she wouldn’t be long, just taking a pee. I meant, she wouldn’t take a dump in the King’s bathroom, right? A lady wouldn’t do such a thing.

But then my door was knocked, it was suddenly opened before I even had the chance to tell the person to come in. And just like that, as if it was a scene from a movie, the Alpha’s daughter approached with a seductive smile on her admittedly beautiful face. What she wore, though. Yeah, let’s just say that it was far from decent, see through and all with hard n*****s jutting. My, my, my, apparently the Alpha’s daughter is making a house call tonight. She was prowling towards me, all the while not knowing that my private secretary was inside my bathroom doing whatever it was that she was doing. Really, now, what was she doing there? Please don’t take a dump.

Yeah, unless they didn’t mind sharing, this was not good.

“Why Alpha King,” said the Alpha’s daughter, purring. I hated the purring thing. They thought it was seductive. It wasn’t. “Can’t sleep?”

“Yes,” I answered politely, she was after all, my hostess. Now, if I could only remember her name. Jilly, Milly, Kelly? Wait, that was her mother’s name. f**k, what was this girl’s name? Not slut, right? “Can’t sleep yourself?”

The slut, shoot, no, that was not her name, came even closer now, feeling encouraged. “If two people who can’t sleep do something together, they might be able to achieve something fruitful together,” she suggested in a sexy tone, she then batted her eye lashes.

Like what? I inwardly asked? Inventing electricity? Yeah, it was already invented. Besides, I couldn’t see herself as an inventor much, unless we’re talking about my c**k here which she was shamelessly glaringly with gusto. And I was still fully dressed. In a time like this, I wished my member was not that immense. The woman was practically drooling.

“I doubt I can actually do anything fruitful,” I said, still politely, while trying to discourage her. “I’m beat, thinking of just going to bed.”

Oh, yeah, that was wrong. Because now the Alpha’s daughter slut was grinning from ear to ear. “Why don’t I join you,” she suggested suggestively, not forgetting to purr.

“Why don’t you not,” said a voice from the bathroom, with venom. Ugh, yeah, my secretary. I forgot about her.

The Alpha’s daughter slut turned her head fast, I swore I heard it snap. “Who are you?” she asked with as much venom as what Moira had served her.

“She’s my secretary,” I answered fast. Somehow, felt the need to do so. I didn’t want to guess what may come out of Moira’s mouth and more importantly, I didn’t want to support her lie in case she said that she was my lover. “We just finished working.”

I could sense Moira’s displeasure for being introduce as just a secretary but couldn’t bring myself to care. I was done lying for a woman. The last time I lied was for Theresa, telling people that she was my fated mate. Now Moira and the slut Alpha’s daughter were staring at each other. Claws out.

“Well now that you have finished working,” said the Alpha’s slut daughter to Moira while continued staring. “You are excused.”

Moira laughed mockingly at her. “And who are you thinking you can do that? Excusing me,” she asked, challenging her.

“I’m the hostess,” the Alpha’s slut daughter said, practically screaming.

“I’m only taking orders from the King,” Moira said, practically screaming as well. “And that goes for you, too. b***h!”

Ugh, not a good idea, calling an Alpha’s daughter a b***h to her face. She was a slut, not a b***h. The slut Alpha’s daughter got so angry, rightly so. Moira got her name wrong. “I’m not a b***h, you slut!” Wait, now I was confused. I thought she was the slut.

Moira, on the other hand, was not too pleased to be called a slut. She raised her hand, wanting to slap the slut Alpha’s daughter. But the Alpha’s daughter slut already had her hand raised, ready to slap Moira as well. This started to get entertaining, until I realized that I was the Alpha King. I should stop them instead of watching with mild amusement, hoping whatever it was that transpired in front of me could get escalated fast. Perhaps the two ladies would wrestle and tear each other’s clothes? Yummy! Now that was a thought.

Which as an Alpha King, I shouldn’t entertain. f**k!

“Ladies,” I said calmly at first, and since somehow nobody listened, I said it again, with my Alpha’s voice. The women stopped whatever it was they were doing and started to cower, bowing their heads. “It’s late, and I’m ready to go to bed, ALONE.” To the Alpha’s daughter slut, I said, “Thank you for your hospitality, but I want you to leave my room now before I wake up your father and ask him to remove you.”

The slut Alpha’s daughter nodded, she was shaking terribly now, and sobbing too. “Yes, Alpha King,” she said, not looking at me. My Alpha’s voice still had a huge intimidating effect on her. “I’m sorry to bother you.”

“Just go,” I ordered. “Now!”

Moira and I saw the Alpha’s slut daughter leaving the room practically running. Now that she was gone, I suddenly paid my attention to my secretary. “What are you wearing?” I asked, confused. Genuinely confused.

For a second there Moira seemed to be confused as well, which was interesting because she was the one who had put on whatever it was that she was now wearing. But then she looked down on her own body and her face was red all over. Somehow, with the whole commotion, she forgot that she was wearing a very enticing naughty-nighties. Huh, so she was planning to seduce me. Moira looked at my expression and somehow smart enough to realize that I was hardly enticed. If at all, I was annoyed, irritated, and cranky. “I was peeing when I heard her coming,” Moira said, not quite looking at my direction. She seemed kind of embarrassed, but interestingly enough, not too embarrassed to try to cover her almost naked body. She then continued, “I knew she was coming on to you, so I thought I was helping by pretending to be your lover.”

She was lying and I knew it, but it was late and I didn’t feel like talking anymore. So, I nodded. “Okay,” I said with a flat tone. “Go to the bathroom and put your clothes back on. I’m done for tonight, make sure you can leave my room in five minutes.”

Moira nodded without saying anything. She had been working for me long enough to know that she had been dismissed. This was getting too much. The only woman I wanted was Camellia. Thinking about her and our very spicy rendezvous always brought a smile to my face. Oh, my darling Camellia, why was it the only woman that I wanted didn’t want me back? What’s wrong with you? I was the Alpha King, for crying out loud! Were you sick in the head?

But that was last night. After the event was over, we politely decline Alpha Dane’s invitation to stay one more night in his mansion, claiming that I was needed back at the Kingdom. Immediately. Now, glancing at my secretary, I have an internal debate with myself on whether or not I should engage her in a conversation or let her stew. Before I can decide, my beta mind links me. Ah, perfect! A distraction, just what I need.

Beta Bradley fills me in on the interview he’s had with Mrs. Mills. He says that he really liked her very much, and so did my mother. At the moment, Mason is taking her to see my daughter. She can even start working today if Seraphina likes her too. I thank Beta Bradley for the news and turn to my secretary, deciding to make peace. Although, why should I? I didn’t make any mistake and I’m the King here.

But I’m the man. So, I suck it up.

“Good news,” I say to Moira. “We’ve found the nanny for Seraphina.”

Moira turns to face me, her face looks bewildered. “That is good news,” she says carefully. “Except I didn’t know that we were even looking for a new nanny.”

“Oh,” I say, shrugging. “Yeah, I fired the last one when I found her naked in my bed. Nothing new there, sorry that I seemed to forget to mention it to you.”

Moira’s face goes pale. “Again,” she says, annoyed. “Damn, as if I have nothing else to do but worrying about the constant turn over.”

Now I’m confused, didn’t she hear me? I said we have found the nanny. She doesn’t need to do anything at all. Still, I decide to be considered to her feelings when I say, “No, Moira, you don’t have to do anything anymore. It’s been handled, she’s good to go.”

Moira, however, doesn’t want to let go. “No, she doesn’t,” she insists. “I still need to vet her. This is Princess Seraphina’s welfare we’re talking about here. We can just give the job to anybody.”

Yet, that was what you’ve been doing, I say to myself. Giving the job to just anybody. All the nannies that you had so called vetted were terminated because they went to my bed naked. Exactly how good were you in vetting those women? Because you failed miserably, Ms. Efficient. Yeah, I decide not to voice my thoughts. Instead, I say, “You don’t have to worry about vetting her. In fact, you would absolutely love who we have as the nanny.”

Moira doesn’t look convinced, but she tries to form excitement on her face. She failed. I could see through her. “Who?” she asks, can’t contain her curiosity much longer.

“Your mother,” I exclaim with much enthusiasm.

Moira’s mouth opens wide. Somehow, I don’t think she matches my enthusiasm. Well, this is going to suck.

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