The Discarded Luna Is The True Heiress

Episode2

Sloane's POV

Four. Freaking. Days.

That's how long it's been since Penelope arrived in the Pack House, and in those four days she had managed to make herself feel more at home here than I'd felt in the five years I've been married to Sterling.

And the worse part? She was everywhere-in the hallway, in the kitchen, barking orders to the omega’s, and even went as far as adding a piece of furniture in the living room.

But I kept my cool. Why not? She's a guest, and this was only temporary.

But I'll be lying to myself if I said I wasn't already tired and looking forward to the day she'd eventually leave. But that doesn't seem feasible in the near future, as the one reason why she was invited to RiverDale was for her book promotions, and so far, there's not been a single talk about it.

“What's there to talk about?” Scarlett scoffed within me. “That book was clearly written by chatGpt. It's flat, robotic and clearly has no soul.”

True.

I tried reading it as she handed me a signed copy, but right from the very first page I knew it was AI-total garbage. Even a toddler could write better books. I'm sure she didn't even read a single page from her ‘so called book’. And don't even get me started about the formatting.

“A Disaster, that's what her book is,” Scarlett rolled her eyes, and I couldn't help the smile that spread across my lips.

“Did I say something funny?” Sterling's voice snapped me back to reality, and that's when I remembered that I was seated at the dining table with Sterling and Penelope having dinner. Toby went to bed early so I couldn't use him as an excuse not to be here.

“No,” I responded to Sterling.

He gave me a questioning look, before turning to face Penelope who was seated at his left hand side, while I was at his right hand side.

“....we'd leave by 11.a.m,” Sterling turned to Penelope, and for a moment it seemed she wanted to touch his arm.

Or maybe I'm just overthinking this.

“Thank you so much Alpha Sterling,” Penelope smiled brightly. “I'll do my best.”

Sterling nodded in response, a small smile gracing his lips.

“Are you guys going somewhere?” I couldn't help but ask. And I hated myself for it, because it made me look like a needy mate. But what could I do? I've been feeling like a third wheel in my own marriage. It hurts like hell.

Penelope and Sterling exchanged knowing glances.

“It's for my book tour, I'll be attending the P.T.A meeting at the Pack's Elementary school,” Penelope explained. “It'll be great to have you with us. ”

Us. There it goes again. That simple word that held so many underlying meanings.

“Would you be joining us?” Sterling asked me, more out of false courtesy and not because he actually wanted me to tag along.

Just yesterday I had complained to him about how he spends all his time with Penelope since she arrived. In his defence he said it was for research purposes.

Please, give me a break.

How is taking Penelope on border patrol for research purposes? She’s supposed to be promoting her book, right? Not playing house, and looking every bit like his wife, while me on the other hand looked like the woman who couldn't read the room.

“Sure,” I replied, plastering a fake smile on my lips.

The rest of dinner was eaten in silence, before Penelope and I both retired to our rooms, while Sterling went up to his study to work.

……

I woke up the next morning to chaos-the silent kind.

The Pack House was unusually quiet, and the omega’s moved around with bated breath, like breathing wrongly was going to cause them to lose their heads.

I was just about to ask an omega what's going on when I heard someone sniffle, and Penelope's voice.

“.....it's the last thing I had of my mother,” Penelope sobbed into a handkerchief that I recognized as Sterling's. He was seated on the arm of a couch offering comfort to Penelope.

“We'll find it,” Sterling said with assurance, and that's when I realized that the omega’s were indeed looking for something.

I made my way toward where they both were in the living room.

“What happened?” I couldn't help but ask, as something within me tells me this isn't good.

Nothing ever is as long as it has to do with Penelope.

“Penelope's bracelet is missing,” Sterling replied tersely. “It's a family heirloom.”

“What games is the b***h playing now?” Scarlett hissed within me.

“I guess we're about to find out,” I replied, before turning my attention back to Penelope. “Do you remember where you saw it last?” I asked.

“I had it on me yesterday, and–” she burst out crying.

“She's lying. And not even creatively, because she didn't have a bracelet on” Scarlett said, and she was right.

Penelope wasn't putting on any bracelets yesterday. I remembered because on their way back from border patrol a little girl gifted Penelope a bracelet, and she couldn't stop talking about how welcoming everyone at the Pack was towards her.

I looked over at Penelope for her Oscar winning performance while crying. If I didn't know better, I'd believe she actually lost something.

“M-miss Penelope,” an omega called out, and we all looked in his direction, making him drop his eyes to the ground immediately. “We searched everywhere but couldn't find your bracelet.”

Penelope burst into a fresh round of tears, throwing herself onto Sterling's lap. He tapped her back gently offering comfort.

“Are you sure you checked everywhere?” Sterling gritted out, he seems more upset about this bracelet than Penelope herself.

“Y-yes Alpha, we–”

“I've found it!” Another omega called out from up the stairs, her voice filled with so much relief, like a huge weight has been lifted off her shoulders.

Penelope sat up immediately, her face crumbling with relief as she dabbed her cheeks with the handkerchief.

Sterling sat up straighter too, his expression murderous, dropping the room's temperature to several degrees.

“Where did you find it?” He asked.

The omega gulped, and looked over at me briefly.

“I found it in Toby's playroom.”