His Luna

A step to her

Draken found himself intrigued by Sam's unexpected invitation to dinner. It was unusual for his beta to initiate such a gathering without a specific reason. However, the notion that this dinner was meant to celebrate Luna's existence within the pack intrigued him. Upon giving his beta the news of finding his Luna, her arrival had brought with it a renewed sense of hope to Sam. Draken, with his keen intuition, sensed that Luna's presence held a profound impact on Sam, and he had witnessed the bond that had formed between them. As he contemplated Sam's invitation, Draken recognized the wisdom in keeping Luna's presence a secret, at least for now. The news of her arrival could cause ripples of excitement, speculation, and even envy among the pack members. It was best to allow Luna the chance to acclimate to her new surroundings before the full weight of their attention descended upon her. With this understanding in mind, he made his decision. He would accept Sam's invitation to the dinner, held in the beta's household, keeping their intentions discreet and limited to the two of them.

The scent of freshly prepared food wafted through the air as Draken imagined those days when he entered the beta's household. The inviting aroma mingled with the warmth that filled the space, creating an atmosphere of comfort and camaraderie.

Sam approached him with a smile, his eyes reflecting the joy and eagerness he felt. "Don't prepare anything, I will just let Leo do it," Draken insisted, referring to his own personal cook. He knew that his beta had skilled chefs in his own home, but he wanted to ensure that the dinner was a seamless affair.

Sam chuckled, understanding Draken's intention. "You don't have to, we have some good cooks at home, Draken," he reassured. However, Draken was adamant. The suddenness of the dinner had caught Sam off guard, and Draken wanted to alleviate any burden on him or his household.

"Nah, just let Leo do it," Draken persisted, his voice filled with conviction. "It's a sudden dinner, have you prepared something at home? I knew Chloe just arrived." His words were laced with concern for Sam's wife, acknowledging her recent return from a trip and the likelihood of her not having time to arrange an elaborate meal.

Sam chuckled once more, appreciating Draken's thoughtfulness. "Uhm... okay! Okay, bring Leo," he finally relented, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. It was a testament to their friendship, the ease with which they navigated their roles as alpha and beta, and the unspoken understanding they shared.

“See?” Draken's smirk danced mischievously on his lips as he exchanged banter with Sam. The dynamics of their relationship remained unchanged, despite the distinct roles they held within the pack. Their friendship had weathered the tests of time and hierarchy, forging an unbreakable bond that surpassed any imposed boundaries.

“I know, I know.” Sam, with a sigh of resignation, raised his hands in surrender. He knew better than to argue with Draken's quick wit and playful nature. A warm smile graced his face.

“Where’s Chloe?” Draken inquired, his curiosity piqued as he sought the presence of Sam's wife and his old friend.

“We met earlier but when you called for the meeting earlier, I let Rodolfo accompany her back home.”

Sam was hoping that at this time, his wife should be at their house already. His expression softened, tinged with a hint of concern.

"Why didn't you bring Chloe here with you when you entered the castle?" Draken asked, his voice laced with a playful teasing tone.

Sam shook his head, a tender smile gracing his lips as he contemplated the question. His eyes glimmered with a deep love and protectiveness towards Chloe, his voice resonating with unwavering devotion.

"Nah, I didn't want my wife to be stressed out with our pack duties," Sam replied, his words carrying a hint of gentle determination. He understood the demands of their roles within the pack, and he wanted to shield Chloe from the weight of those responsibilities, even for just a little while. "She deserves a break from all of this."

"She could at least share with us the details of her travel," Draken playfully remarked, his voice tinged with mirth. He knew firsthand the passion and enthusiasm with which Chloe engaged in her explorations of nearby packs and places. Her stories often captivated and entertained those who had the pleasure of listening.

Sam nodded, a soft chuckle escaping him. He was well aware of Chloe's vibrant spirit and her ability to effortlessly immerse herself in new experiences.

He had observed Sam's unwavering devotion to Chloe, even before they discovered they were destined, mates. The bond they shared was extraordinary, built on a foundation of friendship, respect, and an unyielding love that knew no bounds.

Glancing at the position of the sun, Draken realized that the day was progressing, urging Sam to depart. "It's past noon, Sam. You should head back home. I'll join you later tonight."

“What about Leo?” Sam was referring to the cook Draken mentioned earlier.

"Bring him with you and some of the kitchen servants as well," Draken responded, his voice carrying a note of assurance.

"I see," Sam replied, his voice laced with intrigue. "I am going, Draken. I will be expecting your presence for the dinner later."

"Until then," Draken responded, his voice resonating with quiet confidence.

With those parting words, Sam lightly tapped Draken's shoulder, a gesture of familiarity and camaraderie between the two. The weight of their conversation lingered in the air as he exited the Alpha's study, stepping into the world outside.

With a sense of tranquility settling over him, Draken found himself drawn to a window, gazing out at the picturesque landscape that stretched before his eyes. The vibrant hues of nature's canvas, bathed in the warm glow of the sun, elicited a smile that crept across his face. At that moment, he couldn't help but feel an inexplicable excitement building within him. There was a magnetic pull, a palpable energy that seemed to radiate from the very thought of the impending dinner. It was a feeling that defied reason, an anticipation that stirred his soul without a discernible cause.