The Rejected Luna's Secret Alpha

Chapter 11

Xavier’s voice was barely above a whisper.

I wanted to answer him.

I wanted to tell him that I had no idea what was happening, that I hadn’t asked for any of this, that I was just a girl who had lost everything in a single night.

But the moment I opened my mouth, the light beneath my skin intensified.

Silver spread from my wrist toward my elbow, forming delicate patterns that resembled vines intertwined with crescent moons. At the same time, the golden symbol around Xavier’s wrist burned brighter.

The entire reception hall fell silent.

Every wolf in the room remained on their knees.

I stared at them in horror.

“Why are they doing that?”

Xavier didn’t look away from me.

“They can feel your power.”

“But I don’t even know how to control it!”

“Then stop trying to control everything at once. Breathe.”

“How am I supposed to breathe when everyone is kneeling because of me?”

His expression softened, just enough for me to notice.

“Look at me, Freya. Not them.”

I lifted my eyes to his.

“Take a breath.”

I obeyed.

“Again.”

I inhaled shakily.

The silver light flickered.

“Good. Now listen to my voice.”

I concentrated on him. On the steadiness of his breathing. On the warmth of his hand around mine.

For some reason, the sensation of his touch made the chaos inside me less frightening.

The light gradually faded.

One by one, the wolves began to rise.

Xavier released my hand.

The sudden absence of his touch left me strangely cold.

I immediately hated myself for noticing.

“What was that?” I asked.

His gaze dropped to the place where our hands had been joined.

“I don’t know.”

“You’re the Lycan King. How can you not know?”

“Being king doesn’t mean I know everything.”

“That must be difficult for you.”

His eyes returned to mine.

For one brief second, I thought he might smile.

Instead, he turned toward the physician, who had hurried into the room during the commotion.

“Take Freya to the medical wing. Examine her, but do not attempt any magical intervention without my permission.”

The physician bowed.

“Of course, Your Majesty.”

I looked at Xavier.

“I’m not going anywhere until someone explains what happened.”

“You need rest.”

“I need answers.”

“And I need to ensure you don’t accidentally bring down my entire mansion.”

I stared at him.

“Was that supposed to be funny?”

“Not particularly.”

Despite everything, a small laugh escaped me.

Xavier’s gaze lingered on my face for a moment longer than necessary.

Then his expression became serious again.

“Come with me.”

He offered his hand.

This time, I hesitated before taking it.

Not because I was afraid of him.

Because I wasn’t entirely sure what would happen if I touched him again.