Alpha King’s Lost Luna by Aubrey Pepper

Chapter 112 He didn’t love anyone
The nights in Anemond were always bustling.
Much to my surprise and confusion, plenty of shops remained open late well into the evening hours. Citizens moved about the streets happily and mingled with one another in an almost picturesque sort of manner. Their laughter, music, and conversation melded together to create a disjointed yet delightful chorus.
As I roamed the streets with my guards, I took care to smile at anyone who made eye contact with me. My gestures were always met with a friendly expression. To the citizens who lived here, I was just another friendly foreigner.
It was a relief to go about my stroll calmly. I’d taken extensive measures to appear to be just another kind face.
I continued to stroll through the town until I entered a sea of greenery at the very edge of it. Lush plants and trees with long branches that loomed over the path like a curtain were plentiful, and I took a long, deep breath. The plant life filled the air with a sweet floral perfume that brought a smile to my face before I could stop it. I couldn’t help but admire the beauty of this place.
I took a long deep breath as I stepped onto a small wooden bridge. Just beneath me was a man-made lake called Selene’s Tear. Its waters glittered and gleamed under the light of the glowing moon, and as I walked along the bridge, stared out in awe. It was quite expansive and rather impressive to look at.
I had been told the lake had been constructed by the former Alpha for his first me, Asher’s mother, Selene Collins. It was a touching physical display of love but sl htly tainted by the fact that the former king had wedded another woman quickly after Selene had died.
I smirked. It was unsurprising, really. Despite their outward appearance and feigned kindness, Anemond was a cruel, bitter land that lacked courtesy and
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commitment.
At the very least, I had to admit that it was indeed a beautiful park, extravagant, even, considering how much Asher’s father likely spent to build it.
As I studied the view, my guards remained posted at the entry of the bridge. Their gazes were steady, and their eyes were sharp as they peered around. They had been given strict orders to surveil the area in case any unexpected visitors
arrived.
Just as I considered the possibility of someone showing up, a black shadow appeared right before my eyes.

My guards tensed up immediately and their hands fell to the weapons at their sides. But before they could strike, I raised my hand in the air.
“Relax,” I called out to them in a tone somewhere between stern and calm. “He’s a friend. We have something to discuss. Allow him to remain.”
The guards beat their right fists against their chests in unison, a symbol of obedience in my country, and then retreated a few steps back. Once I was certain our conversation could continue on in privacy, I turned to the shadowy figure.
“It’s been a month, Anubis,” I said in a low voice. “What happened? I began to think you’d forgotten about me.”
The figure stepped out of the darkness and removed the black hood of his cloak, revealing a handsome but rugged face.
“My apologies, Your Majesty,” Anubis replied with a small bow, and his dark eyes dart d around. “After I burnt down the house, I was nearly caught by a guard
e Alpha King of Wegalla-”
“And yet you’re here,” I pointed out, and then my lips curled into a smile. “So, you weren’t caught after all.”
“Such is true, I suppose,” he remarked. When his full, lower trembled, my eyebrows knitted together.
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“Why do you appear worried?” I asked him outright. “It is just the two of us alone. What do you have to fear?”
Anubis glanced around again and then leaned in closer.
“Though I wasn’t caught, the guard saw me use the power,” he revealed.
My eyebrow shot up immediately.
“That’s bad news,” I remarked simply, and I fought the urge to lose my composure. “Well, at the very least, did you find the thing?”
Anubis shook his head and his black, curly hair waved out around him.
“No, Your Majesty,” he admitted. “But I managed to find something in the house. It was hidden deep within a drawer. I believe it’s something important.”
Before I could request to see it, Anubis reached into the pocket of his ebony velvet cloak and retrieved something. I held out my hand and he carefully placed the item on my palm. It was a small moonstone pendant circled with tiny brilliantly cut diamonds that glittered even in the low light of the evening. I held the white-gold chain aloft and admired the bit of jewelry. It was simple yet beautiful.
“Do you think this is related to the talisman?” I wondered as I stared at the pendant.
“I don’t know,” Anubis admitted. “It’s hard to say.”
I gathered the necklace back into my hand and wrapped my fingers around it tightly.
‘Interesting,” I remarked, and then I tilted my head to the side. “Very neresting.”
“How have things progressed on your side, Your Majesty?” Anubis wondered.
“Not well,” I admitted. “Wegalla caught a member of Dark Ab ss just a few days ago and they’re currently holding him in the dungeon of their palace.”
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Anubis’ dark eyes narrowed and his expression grew deadly serious.
“Do I need to deal with him, Your Majesty?” he asked quietly.