“Are we short on a chef, mother?” I asked my mother, but I knew that everyone was listening.
“Are you insane?” Mom screamed at me through mind-link.
I stopped on my tracks and looked out of the small balcony at the corner of the corridor.
“I am perfectly sane, Mother, but it seems that you are determined to humiliate me and my Luna in front of our employees by every means,” I answered her sternly, suppressing my anger.
“If you have any problem with my methods of dealing with your fiancée, then you can talk to me privately, Arthur. I am still the Luna of the pack, and I have my dignity.” She ordered me coldly through mind-link.
“There is nothing to discuss on this matter, mother. My fiancée is mine to deal with, not anyone else, and since when do we have a custom that the future Luna o
