Alpha King’s Lost Luna by Aubrey Pepper

Chapter 28 Three months

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A lump formed in my throat in response to Asher’s words. What did the Alpha King want to talk to me about?

I forced down my fear and simply nodded. “Yes, Your Majesty.”

I glanced down at Finnick, and my son nodded as well. He took my hand and then I led him over to the meeting area of the study. Finnick sat first, and then I took a seat to the right of him, closer to Asher. Even though I knew nothing bad would happen, I wanted to put myself in a place of protection just in case.

Moments later, a knock was heard at the doors.

“Come in,” Asher called out in a regal tone. The doors opened to reveal a pair of servants holding trays. They quickly hustled over to us, set the trays down on the large ebony coffee table, and then bowed respectfully at Asher.

“Do you require anything else at the moment, Your Majesty?” one of the se rvants, an older red-headed woman asked politely.

Asher shook his head. “Not at the moment. Leave us, please.”

“Yes, Your Majesty,” the pair replied in unison, and without another word, they crossed to the other side of the chamber and left.

Once the doors were closed, my eyes fell to the trays. They were laden with a beautifully painted teapot, a few cups, and two plates of cookies, some of which I recognized as Finnick’s favorites. Beside me, I heard my son’s stomach rumble. It was around lunchtime, so it wasn’t a surprise that he was hungry.

“Please, help yourself,” Asher addressed him directly. His tone was gentle, and he gave the boy a small smile.

I was surprised by the exchange. Had the pair spoken before this moment? Or was this their first time?

for a moment and

I’m not

again and let out an even

and then

and then his eyes darted to me. “Are you refusing because

to keep from gasping. Heat spread to my cheeks, and my hands began to shake at my sides. How did he

but no sound could escape.

He quickly looked

with my mommy,” he whispered. “I’m…, I’m

complete silence after that. A minute or so passed us by, and Asher spent the entirety of

but was incredibly relieved when he

and then he leaned forward in his seat and rested his elbows on his legs. The muscles in his arms flexed

his tone grew far more serious than it’d been

nodded. “Yes, Your

treatments must remain completely confidential. You will not

the king. I would be confined to prison for the rest of my life or worse. I couldn’t allow that to happen, not when Finnick was depending

to the position of Private Healer to the King. This will allow you to stay, in the palace and grant you permission

Majesty,”

reason behind my illness. This should be more

paused as his words sank

Three months?

The disease had a tendency to cause its victims to deteriorate at a rapid pace. Three months of enduring the illness

eyes stared right into my very soul, and a thought crossed my mind. He didn’t tell me what would