Tired Luna
Aiden’s POV
“Aiden,” Ethan called as he opened the door to my office. “You… might want to come outside.”
I didn’t even bother looking up from the paperwork on my desk. I sighed—long, frustrated, exhausted.
“That’s the third time this week,” I muttered. “And it’s only Tuesday.”
Ethan’s expression told me enough: it was bad.
The pack still hadn’t fully accepted Irina. Even after the ceremony—after my declaration, after the Alpha command that shook the damn ground—people still made mean comments, they tried to isolate Irina or ignore her completely.
“Even if I go out there, they’ll try to hide it,” I continued bitterly, “They pretend like they didn’t do anything.” My jaw clenched. “And the idiots who still haven’t gotten it through their skulls that if they disrespect her,
