After some minutes of compliments and flattering, we both walked out of the room, descending the stairs down to the living room.
Some pack members were there, but I looked around—Alpha Kingsley was nowhere to be found.
Why do I even care? I shrugged.
Many of the pack members were casting subtle glances at me, with some whispering among themselves, but I didn’t care anymore as we both stepped out.
Before we walked out of the manor, two guards blocked our way and bowed.
“Greetings, my lady,” they both chorused.
“My lady?” Not Luna.
Somehow, I felt a stab in my chest. Wasn’t that better?
Wasn’t the title Luna a mockery?
“We have been instructed to escort you wherever you wish to go,” they said.
Guards. Escort. Interesting. All this façade just for what—maybe a front to protect his r
