The Alpha King's Lost Mate

Ch. 12

Seven

Ambrose was having a meeting with his Beta, Silas, and the Blood Moon Alpha and Beta today. He was beyond hesitant to leave me alone, but his Beta, who I was almost sure was also his best friend, convinced Ambrose that I would be alright.

Ambrose didn't let me sleep down in my bedroom again last night, and I didn't think I'd ever spend a night away from him again.

My inner wolf purred loudly in the back of my mind at the thought.

Even though Ambrose had assured me countless times last night and this morning that I didn't need to do any chores, I was still on edge that Gamma Thomas or Madam Olympia would punish me.

Both Five and Eleven had been outside my new bedroom door early this morning to help me get ready again, just like they both had last night.

Would they be waiting outside the door tomorrow morning also? And the morning after?

Was this what my life would be like now? Would I also have omegas in the Royal Pack to help me get ready every morning?

I frowned at my own thoughts. Would I ever get used to this?

What would I do in the Royal Pack? Would I be expected to take on Luna duties right away? Did Ambrose trust me? Would his pack trust me? Would they have faith in me?

I rubbed my sweating palms down the side of my dark blue dress, doing my best to push the racing thoughts out of my mind.

My stomach had been in knots since Ambrose took me out for dinner last night. This was all feeling like a dream I never wanted to wake up from.

The low white heels that Five had brought with her this morning tapped quietly against the stone floor of the hallway as I made my way from one side of the pack house to the other.

Ambrose had mentioned something about leaving for the Royal Pack in a few days' time and wanted me to gather all my belongings that I wished to take with me. I didn't have the heart to tell him that there was nothing important to me in my old bedroom.

In fact, I didn't have any belongings at all.

Us Omegas weren't allowed to have much in our rooms. Only a few T-shirts, uniforms, socks, and an extra pair of shoes. Still, I wanted to take one last look at my room, no matter how bare it was. I was sure that I would never see it again.

I had just turned the corner when I heard it.

"You should have kept her away from him!" Gamma Thomas snapped, his voice echoing off the stone walls. "You should have kept her hidden."

I froze. My feet stuck to the brick floor in the hallway, my heart beating faster.

"Lower your voice before a wolf hears us and starts asking questions that we can't answer," Madam Olympia hissed, her voice as cold as ice.

"It's too late for that, Olympia! The King's already cornered you asking questions about her. It won't be long until he takes her back to the Royal Pack and starts asking the elders the same questions."

"And unless you want any more wolves cornering either of us and asking the same question, I suggest you lower your voice, Thomas."

A shiver of fear raced down my spine. But still, I couldn't find the strength to move. It was like I was stuck to the ground.

"I told you that we never should have taken her in," Gamma Thomas muttered. Even though I couldn't see him, I could picture the way his lips tilted downward. That was how he always looked when he was upset about something. "We should have left her at the far border and let the elements have their way with her."