Zyon: The Alpha Of The North

Chapter Thirty-Nine:

I keep my eyes lowered which is typically uncharacteristic of a Luna. The humiliation is just too much to stand.

He places himself at the head of the table and I place myself next to him. Zyon lifts a hand as a gesture for everyone to continue their conversations.

As the omega's enter to place an assortment of foods at the table, I lift my gaze to sweep the room. I am grateful for the pack trying to act as normal as possible, but I can tell they're bothered.

A collective feeling of discomfort runs through my body. As Luna, my instincts towards the emotions of the pack are heightened. To a large degree they are uncomfortable with what their Alpha has done, but to a small degree they understand why he did it.

My eyes land on Xander, who sits adjacent to Zyon. He is least bothered by what Zyon has done. If anything, he seems somewhat smug. Like I had it coming- like I deserved it.

I look away, losing my appetite and my need to react. But I won't let the pack know how much this has affected me. How much it has devastated me.

I had to make amends to them as well. Their trust in me had declined at a rapid rate- I had after all released ten prisoners just to get one to safety. It went against basic wolf instincts. I put a human before the pack. It didn't matter who he was to me. All they understood was that I betrayed them.

Where the pack was concerned, I knew I had to make amends- make an effort. I would try, starting tomorrow.

At least with the pack, my thoughts and plan of action were clear. I knew what I had to do. I knew what I wanted to do. With Zyon, it was the complete opposite.

I'm shaken from my thoughts, with Zyon shaking my shoulder.

"Why aren't you eating?' He asks. I can tell from his tone, from the rigidness of his body language. He wants me to act like the mark doesn't affect me in front of his pack. If I can feel the discomfort coming from the pack, as Alpha, he could feel it too.

Perhaps, the gravity of his actions was finally starting to dawn on him. But Zyon had proven all my assumptions about him wrong before and I didn't want to jump ship before I was absolutely sure.

I shrug my shoulders, and push the food around my plate. He feels my discomfort, my sadness, my humiliation. His gaze stays on me but I keep mine focused on my plate. I feel his hand reach over, grab my hair and place it over my mark. Covering my shoulder.

But the damage had already been done.

So while I'm surprised at what he does in his attempt to make me more comfortable, it doesn't lessen the emotions he feels coming from me.

Though the rest of the pack chats, Zyon and I finish our dinners in silence. I feel his gaze turn to look at me multiple times. His eyes feel like they're going to burn a hole into the side of my head.

The process of dinner moves excruciatingly slow. I'm tired of pretending to eat. I'm still exhausted and all I can think about is going to sleep. So when the pack finally finishes and begins to leave, I can't help but feel overjoyed.

I feel him move closer to me. "You can go sleep if you'd like. Some of the pack is gathering in the grounds just to socialize with each other, but if you don't want to join that's fine." He whispers.

I nod my head, still not looking at him. I move my chair back and walk rapidly out of the room. To anyone else, it probably looked like I ran away from him because of the speed at which I moved.

I'm halfway up the stairs, when I hear Xander behind me.

I turn to look at him questioningly, as he continues to follow me to the Alpha's wing.