Luna's Moon

Chapter Thirteen

"Who is Michael?" I asked, my curiosity edging out after my hunger has been satisfied.

Aurelian’s expression shifted slightly, his jaw tightening. "He went rogue some years back," he answered, his voice low and controlled. "His grandfather was part of the team that made the agreement with humans. He loved his grandfather, worshiped him. But he recently discovered that his grandfather didn’t want the agreement."

Rogues are werewolves who have rejected the pack.They live outside of the laws, doing whatever they want without respect for the bonds.They're unpredictable, dangerous, and, even more savage than a normal werewolf. Another bonus point to Mrs Vancouver's lecture.

I frowned, trying to piece it all together. "So, he’s pissed because of the pact?"

Aurelian nodded, his gaze distant for a moment, as if reflecting on something far more personal. "Exactly. Michael believes the pact is a betrayal of the legacy his grandfather wanted to uphold—he sees it as a weakness, a stain on the honor of our kind."

I leaned back, processing the new information. “And that’s why he’s targeting humans... to undo what was agreed upon?”

"Part of it," Aurelian replied, his tone darkening. "But also, he's trying to create chaos. He believes the balance between humans and werewolves should never have existed in the first place. He's not alone in that thinking, but he’s the most dangerous."

I couldn’t help but feel a chill run down my spine. "So, what now? What happens with him?"

"We deal with him." Aurelian’s words were final, his resolve unwavering. "One way or another, Michael will learn the consequences of trying to destroy what’s been built. But it’s complicated... the rogues don’t play by the same rules. And some of them have already sided with him."

"He was also my Beta," Aurelian added quietly, His voice laced with regret.

I froze, the words hanging in the air like a heavy weight. His Beta? That meant Michael had once been a part of Aurelian's inner circle, someone he trusted, someone who had stood by him. That's got to hurt, but before I could unpack that, he was moving on.

"What's your next question?"

I hesitated for a moment, not sure if I should admit to going above the number of questions Aurelian had set for me. But his steady gaze told me that he knew, and he didn’t seem bothered by it.The warmth that spread in my chest caught me off guard.

"You said you noticed me at the party?" I couldn’t believe I was asking, but it had been lingering in my mind ever since he mentioned it.

His gaze remained locked with mine as he spoke, his tone cool but filled with intensity. "You were wearing a deep red dress. It hugged your figure perfectly, the fabric shimmering slightly in the light as you moved. Your hair was down, soft waves cascading over your shoulders".His eyes traced said hair. "and those black heels—slender, but sharp—made your legs look lean, long and beautiful."

He paused for a moment, then added, "You had that look of confidence, but I could see something else in your eyes, a quiet fire. And the way you carried yourself, like you were aware of every movement, every glance, but still unaffected by it all."

My breath caught a little, my mind racing. I hadn’t expected him to be so... precise, so focused on every little detail. And yet, there it was—his sharp, unwavering attention.

"You saw me," I said softly, the realization sinking in.

Aurelian’s voice dropped lower, more intimate. "You were all I could see."

The room felt smaller, quieter.There was no smirk this time, no teasing glint in his eyes. Just raw truth.

"I should go... brush my hair," I muttered, already rising to my feet, desperate for escape. I didn’t look back as I turned to leave, but his voice stopped me.

"I have a question for you, Regina mea," he said, voice low and piercing. "Why is it that the thought of being my mate frightens you more than the fact that your life might be in danger?"

I paused, fingers tightening around the edge of the doorway. "I guess... I have terrible survival instincts."

I didn't wait for his response. I walked off—no, fled—back to the room and collapsed into bed. Tossing. Turning. My mind running a hundred miles an hour, but no matter how hard I tried, all I could see were his gold-flecked eyes, burning into me from the shadows of my thoughts.

The next morning, I slipped into a fitted blue gown that hugged my curves just right—professional. My notepad was tucked securely under one arm, and my bag—stuffed with the essentials I might need for the day—rested comfortably on my shoulder.

I paused in front of the mirror, smoothing a hand down my dress and steadying my breath.

Game on.

I walked out the door with purpose, determined to be nothing more than the assistant today. No heart-flutters. No ridiculous dreams about golden eyes or whispered endearments.

Just work.

I stepped into the living room to find Aurelian seated in one of the armchairs, coffee in hand dressed immaculately in a navy coloured suit scrolling through his phone. He looked up the moment I walked in—and stood. Was he… waiting for me?.

"What time is the meeting?" I asked, feigning calm as he passed by, his gaze briefly lingering on my curves.

He didn’t answer right away, simply placed a plate of buttery croissants and a steaming cup of coffee on the table beside me.

"Eat," he said simply. Well, he didn’t have to tell me twice. It was becoming very clear he had a thing for feeding people. Or maybe… it was just me?

Racheal entered, Collins trailing closely behind her. She wore a sleek, tailored ivory suit that made her look even more statuesque, with her hair pulled into a perfect high bun. Beside her, Collins looked casual as always, in a navy sweater layered over a collared shirt and dark jeans, his ever-present headphones slung around his neck.

Racheal's eyes narrowed as they flicked between me—seated and chewing—and Aurelian, who was now leaning against the counter, sipping his coffee and watching me like I was the most fascinating thing in the room.

"What are you doing here?" she asked, brows drawing together.

I took a slow sip of coffee, trying to play it cool. "Good morning to you too."

"They’ve been waiting for you for thirty minutes," she said, crossing her arms. she doesn't look like she really cared about it though.

I choked. Wait, what?

I glanced at the wall clock—ten to ten. My eyes snapped back to Aurelian. He looked completely unbothered. Calm. As if this was all part of his plan.

He tilted his head slightly toward my plate. "Finish up."

Oh God. He really had been waiting for me, keeping the prime minister waiting.

I hastily gulped down the rest of my coffee and jumped to my feet.

"Are you okay?" Aurelian asked, voice low and steady.

Am I okay? Is this man serious right now?

I nodded quickly, clutching my notepad like it was a lifeline.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, yes… you're late for your meeting!" I snapped, already flustered.

He just shrugged, utterly unbothered, and began walking toward the door. We all followed him. Racheal moved in closer, and I noticed her leaning in to whisper something in his ear—low and fast. It definitely sounded like a scolding, and he didn’t seem the least bit fazed by it.

"Gum?" Collins asked casually from beside me, holding out a pack like we were headed to a picnic and not an intense political meeting.

I blinked at him and shook my head. What is wrong with these people?