Her Own Luna

Chapter 15

Anna was enraged and heartbroken at the same time. Christian had chosen Vera over her. Vera was winning. But she didn't have time to think about that. A meeting had been called by another Alpha. He wanted everyone to meet immediately. Anna was packing for the trip.

Christian walked into the room while she was zipping up her suitcase. "You're not going," he said.

"Of course I am, all the Lunas will be going."

"I'm taking Vera."

Anna scoffed. "No you're not."

"I'm the Alpha, I can take her if I want."

"Oh can you? So you're going to disrespect your Luna in front of all the other Alphas? You're going to show your weakness that easily? You take your little mistress with you, a fox no less, to this meeting and you'll be laughed all the way back home. I wouldn't be surprised if they barred you from their business forever. Your own pack hasn't accepted her, why do you think the other Alphas will?"

Christian paced the room. "Why are you such a jealous b***h, Anna? Vera has been nothing but kind and sacrificial. She's out of place here and just wants acceptance. Am I the only decent person in this pack?"

Anna rolled her eyes. "Think what you will, but you're not taking Vera. I am going with you, and trust me, the idea of sitting in car with you disgusts me."

"And why would that disgust you? Because you can't handle me sharing a friendship with a woman?"

"You moved out of our room and you slept with Vera. The sight of you disgusts me. Now, if you'd kindly get out of my way I'll finish packing. You can pack for yourself."

"You always pack for me."

"Have Vera do it." Anna closed her suitcase and zipped it up. "I'm going to shower. We leave first thing tomorrow. I suggest you be ready." She turned and went into the bathroom, shutting the door on whatever he was saying.

Anna was ready on the porch, waiting for their driver to pull up. Christian hadn't come up yet. The driver pulled up and loaded Anna's luggage. "Will the Alpha be down shortly?" he asked.

"I hope so," she said.

The driver looked at her, but didn't say anything. Speculation would start soon enough, if it hadn't already.

Anna got into the car and waited. Finally, after ten minutes, a groggy, disheveled looking Christian came out. He threw his luggage into the trunk and got in. "Why didn't you wake me?" he demanded.

"That's not my job anymore."

"You're the Luna, you're my wife, he spat. It's your job!"

"Actually, Christian, it was never my job. I did nice things for you, I served you, I bettered your life because I loved you. Because we had a healthy, good relationship. I wanted to do things for you. I no longer want to and so I won't."

Christian silently stared out the window for a long time. The trees sped by, their driver was silent. Likly taking in everything so he could tell his wife later.

"You're choosing to be bitter instead of accepting," he said quietly.

"I will never accept a cheating husband and a homewrecker."

"I'm not cheating, I haven't slept with her."

"Oh? Her scent is all over your room. Her clothes were on your floor."

"I still haven't slept with her. You'd know it if I did, you'd feel pain."

"I'm strong. My lineage is strong. I would feel something, but not the pain most would feel. Besides, my chest has ached for weeks now. There's no difference between the ache of heartbreak and the pains of a mate betraying me."

"You have no reason to be heartbroken. I have a friend who needs me, nothing more."

"I'm not arguing this with you. You chose her over me. Unless you fix that, we're done. I will be the Luna and I will serve the pack, but I am done with you. I have a duty to them, not to you. Not anymore."

"So be it," he said.

She didn't know why he'd chosen Vera. How Vera had won. She'd been a good wife and good Luna. She thought he was happy. But if this is what he wanted, then this is what he could have. She had a duty to her people, she had sworn to be their Luna and do whatever it took to protect and serve them. That is what she would continue to do.

The rest of the car ride was quiet. Finally, the ordeal was over and they arrived. The car pulled up to an ornate colonial style packhouse. They got out, their luggage was retrieved and they were brought to their rooms. The meeting would take place after dinner and likely the next day as well. Anna quickly changed into something dinner appropriate. She turned to find Christian dumping his suitcase out. "I have nothing to wear!" he exclaimed. "I can't go to dinner in any of this."

"You didn't pack a dinner outfit?" she asked incredulously.

"Vera packed for me. I told her to pack everything I'd need and she insisted she knew what she was doing."

Anna laughed. "Well, put something on and lets go. Can't keep everyone waiting." She knew that many would assume she had packed for him, but she would make sure this didn't make her look bad. He could deal with being judged alone.

They went to dinner. Anna stood out, and so did Christian, but she was perfectly dressed for the occasion. Christian was under dressed. He wore distressed jeans with a black shirt in a sea of men with sports jackets and slacks. Women in cocktail dresses. They sat at their assigned table. One of the Lunas leaned toward Anna. "Did you forget to do laundry before you packed for this trip?"

"Oh! No, Christian insisted he could pack for himself this trip. You know how they can be, they get an idea and just run with it. I stood back and let him do it. He wouldn't take any suggestions from me. But the effort was definitely there." She smiled at Christian and patted his hand. "You did a great job for your first time."

He glared at her, but didn't say anything. What would he say? His mistress had done it?

Anna made sure to be the life of the dinner. Chatting, laughing at jokes even if they weren't funny and just showing every ounce of elegance and grace she had in her. She would not be brought down by her husband's actions. All the while, unbeknownst to her, Damian was observing from his side of the room.