Then there was a turn toward the kitchen—and silence.
Stella placed two lattes into the coffee machine. She handed the girl an apple.
“Luna, please don’t be angry with the Alpha,” — Stella said carefully, trying to explain her leader’s behavior. She understood perfectly well: if Luna flared up or took offense now, everyone would suffer.
“Did he need to have someone?” — the girl asked with a hint of irony.
“Yes. I understand how crude that sounds,” — Stella admitted honestly. — “Olya was given a temporary status. We were afraid to even approach the Alpha. Only she was strong enough not to run away.”
She paused, then continued.
“She only came during the first week of waiting. Alec later found a simpler way to calm the Alpha.”
“Was that during the days when he was seeing me?” — Polina
