Alpha Roan.
“Al..”
“Alpha—”
I lower the stylus pen from my chin and lift my eyes from the meeting table to the omega who entered into my office during the ongoing meeting.
“The Luna has not gotten up.”
For a second, I think I misheard her. The Luna…Meluna, didn’t—what? I left the bedroom since six in the damn morning. It’s three in the afternoon now. Nine hours, and she hasn’t gotten out of bed?
Every pair of eyes in the room follows me when my chair screeches back. I don’t explain myself. I don’t have to. It’s been nonstop noise….everyone with an opinion and in the family has been talking about what I did, what I should’ve done, what an Alpha is supposed to be. As if any of them would last a day in my skin. As if their judgment means something to me.
They forget that power isn’t
