It's been a month. A month since Zyon and I have spoken. A month since I've spent even a moment alone with him.
He doesn't come to the Alpha's wing anymore. He has been avoiding me at all costs. I welcomed the distance. But the fact that he initiated it, infuriates me. Yes, it's what I wanted- to be away from him. But it also bothers me that he chooses to completely disregard me after putting me through hell. I don't understand why it bothers me. He's put me through hell since he found out I was his mate. There's a part of me that knows my actions aren't excusable either, but he has reacted horribly to everything.
I should be completely overjoyed that he chooses to ignore me. And there's a part of me that is so grateful for the distance. If Zyon had chosen to force his opinion on me via the second mark at every point that I disagreed with it, I'm pretty sure I would have lost my mind. I don't even mean that metaphorically. I truly would have lost my mind. So the distance should be great, right? Except, there's a part of me that hates that he ignores me.
The only time I see him is at dinner when I sit next to him. Even then, we don't speak to each other. He does not look at me nor I at him. Just because I am frustrated by the fact that he ignores me, does not mean that I will give in that easy or let him know that it bothers me.
In the past month, I had been training rigorously with Sara. I had almost returned to my former glory. Even she was surprised by how fast my strength had picked up. My relationship with my wolf was considerably healed as well.
I had developed fast and strong friendships with the woman of the pack, sparring with them often. I had slowly become one of the strongest female warriors in the pack. The healing, growth, and strength that I had acquired over the last month was unprecedented and left most pack members surprised.
My relationship with Violet had slowly blossomed. She had begun to trust me again as she saw the dedication with which I took on my responsibilities. Most of the in-pack responsibilities were mine: taking care of the cubs left without parents due to the countless battles Zyon's pack fought, schooling and education, improving facilities within the pack, handling roles and occupations of the pack and countless more. Since I worked in HR previously, I was also heading the department at a few of Midnight's business ventures.
This kept me more than occupied. I had formed small committees with people skilled in management to keep track of everything I had to do. I really had fulfilled the role of a Luna quite well. To a certain extent, I began to understand why the moon goddess chose to mate me to an Alpha. Albeit, an Alpha that didn't speak to me.
I'm truly surprised he managed to keep his distance for so long.
My train of thoughts is broken by Violet.
"Katherine, the arrangements for tonight are done." She says.
Violet had seen that I had taken on my duties with sheer dedication. I always saw a little bit of sympathy in her eyes for me. Being the beta's mate, she knew my relationship with my mate was less than ideal. Being one of the highest-ranking wolves, she also did not address me as Luna in private settings, as I had asked her too. She only addressed me as Luna in public.
"Thanks Violet. I'll be right there." I say.
We had a few wolves coming to visit from a pack that Zyon had attacked and taken over. Though Zyon was basically the prime leader, he allowed the Alpha and Luna to continue leading their pack, but they were meant to report back to him. However, their son was now taking over that pack. This is why this dinner was taking place: so the son could swear allegiance to Zyon. With news that Zyon had found his mate, some high-ranking female wolves were also going to be in attendance.
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Zyon: The Alpha Of The North
WerewolfJust as I think i'm going to make it out, i feel an arm wrap around my waist, lifting me into the air. My struggling does essentially nothing. I am incessantly weak, thanks to my non-compliant wolf. I feel myself being thrown onto the bed. I flip my...