Chapter Six.
813 Words
I walked out of Mr. Gordon’s office in a daze, barely registering the “congratulations” he called after me. My legs carried me automatically to Stella’s office and as soon as I stepped in, she looked up from her desk.
“You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” she said, narrowing her eyes.
I closed the door behind me, still holding the doorknob like it was the only thing keeping me grounded.
“I got promoted,” I said, voice faint.
Stella squealed, jumping up from her seat. “Oh my God! Luna! That’s amazing! Finally! Wait—what’s with the funeral face then?”
I took a deep breath. “I’m not going to be assisting Mr. Gordon anymore.”
She paused, slowly lowering back into her chair. “Okay… then who?”
"Aurelian Moon".I stared at her, She stared back. I nodded.
“No. Way.”
I nodded again.
“Aurelian Moon? Alpha Moon? Sexy-hot-makes-your-heartstop Moon?!”
I sighed. “Yes, that one.”
Stella shot out of her chair again, pacing the room like she had too much energy to sit still. “You’re going to be his assistant? Oh my God, I need to sit down again.” She sat. Stood. Sat. “Do you even understand what this means?”
“That I’m going to pass out at any moment?” I offered. I need to sit down.
“No! Well, maybe. But also—you’re going to be working closely with him. Daily. One-on-one meetings. Eye contact. You’ll probably be handling his schedule, his private calls, his secrets!”
“I highly doubt he’ll be sharing any secrets,” I muttered, still trying to process.
“Oh Luna,” Stella said, leaning forward and clasping her hands dramatically like she was in a telenovela. “This isn’t just fate. This is mate.”
I groaned.
“Don’t start.”
“I’ve started, babe,” she said. “And I’m not stopping anytime soon.”
I pressed a palm to my forehead.
What have I gotten myself into?
Stella was still mid-rant about destiny, fate, and “divine werewolf intervention” when I finally blurted it out.
“He dropped me off last night.”
She stopped cold. Blinked. Tilted her head like a confused puppy.
“Who did what now?”
“Aurelian Moon. He... gave me a ride home.” I said it quickly, like ripping off a bandage.
Her eyes widened to an almost cartoonish level. “He—wait—What? You were in a car. With him. Alone?”
I nodded slowly, biting my lower lip.
“Luna, Luna, do you hear yourself right now? You were alone in a car with the Alpha of alphas and you’re just telling me now? That is not small news! That is international headline level drama!”
“I didn’t want to make it a thing…” I started, but she wasn’t having it.
“It is a thing!” she shrieked, slapping both palms on her desk. “Was it quiet? Did he say anything? Did you? Was there music? Did his hair shine under the moonlight like it does in my dreams?”
I gave her a look.
She blinked. “Right. Dialing it back.”
I sighed. “It was… mostly quiet. But he did say something.”
Stella leaned in like I was about to reveal the secret to immortality. “Go on.”
I hesitated, then whispered, “He said I was different.”
She gasped, hands flying to cover her mouth. “Luna. That’s it. You’re the one. I’m calling it now. Fated. Mated. Stamped.”
“Ugh, stop being dramatic, Stella. Mates haven’t existed in centuries, you know this,” I said, mimicking her voice.
“But what if they’re coming back? Like a celestial reset or something? Like... what if you’re the first sign?” she whispered like we were in some sci-fi prophecy.
“I’m not the first sign,” I groaned, standing up. “I’m just a girl who got promoted because she’s good at her job. Nothing more.”
“Oh please,” Stella muttered, sipping her coffee like it held all the answers. “Aurelian Moon doesn’t look at just any girl like that.”
I paused at the door and turned to look at her. “Can you please just not make this a whole thing? I’m trying to keep it together.”
She gave me a small smile, the teasing dying down a little. “Okay. I get it. But if you ever need to freak out in the bathroom or scream into a coffee mug, I’m your girl.”
I nodded, grateful. “Thanks, Stella.”
As I turned and walked out, I couldn’t help but remember the way Aurelian had said my name.
Yeah. Totally not a thing.
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