Alpha King’s Lost Luna by Aubrey Pepper

Chapter 52 Rude Northerner

ASHER

“You’re very late, Alpha Asher. Is it customary of your Pack to keep your guests

waiting?”

The moment I stepped into the first-floor meeting room, a heavily accented voice reached my ears, and I raised my eyebrows in surprise. Though I knew the voice belonged to the King of Yurene, I was shocked by how callously I was being

spoken to.

The king stood from the couch very slowly and then extended his hand toward mine. “I jest, of course, though you do appear to be quite busy.””

I stared at his hand for a moment before I accepted it in mine. “I suppose I am quite busy. I’m sorry to keep you waiting-”

“Are you ill?” Kaleb blurted out. “You look tired-”

Lancel took a step forward in warning, but I raised a hand to stop him.

“It’s fine,” I murmured.

Kaleb studied us with a curious expression and then chuckled. “It seems the people of the South are more tense than us Northerners.”

The king of Yurene was one of the tallest men I’d ever seen. I wasn’t short by any means, but compared to his impressive stature, I felt like a child again. His hair was somewhere between gold and brown, and his deep blue eyes were dark and haunting. His appearance was sophisticated but his attire was another thing completely. He was dressed in deep leathers and furs that suggested a colder climate than it was. It made sense- Yurene’s climate was likely much colder than that of Wegalla’s.

Despite his height, he appeared to be a few years younger than me and still

had a softness to his smile.

suppose so,”

never met Kaleb before, I’d heard from my men that he was a very capable Alpha. While his father, the former king of Yurene, had taken most of their land through war and disputes, Kaleb was known to use softer policies to annex other packs into their empire. That being said, I could see a certain glint in his eyes that

to the king, and then I took

you

trays in their hands. They arranged a teapot, cups, and small tiers of snacks on the table before us, and then filled each of the cups with my favorite blend of tea.

you,” I addressed them as I accepted my cup.

to his lips, he inhaled deeply and

must say, the tea in the South is very worthy of praise. The only praise I’ve been

Wegalla,” I remarked, and I pushed down the feeling of irritation

strange expression of amusement. “I didn’t

back, and I set my tea cup down. My eyes flew to Lancel, but my guard looked just as confused by the king’s

the market earlier. I wanted to get a feel for Anemond before I arrived in the palace. I’ve only heard tales. of Wegalla from my father, you see, so I wanted to get to know the city myself. I was

woman.’

I uttered before I could stop

quickly. “But I must say, the experience left quite

Anemond? Sure, the capital could be dangerous, but something like

years.

my eyebrows creased together. “I can assure

a slight tilt of his head. “Do you mean to say that it was simply a stroke

like

stared at me for a moment

we have brought you bad luck,” he remarked,

at my own and try to steady my breath. I needed to stay calm and collected. Politics between our empires forced me

to do so.

Alpha Kaleb?” I wondered. “From our correspondence, I hadn’t expected you to come in person.”