Luna Aurora (Alpha Fenrir)

Chapter 6

Alpha Fenrir had just concluded a lengthy meeting with his pack council, feeling the weight of responsibility pressing heavily on his shoulders. He was mentally exhausted, and all he wanted was a few moments of peace. However, before he could even settle, his Beta entered the room, leading a young maid whose face was streaked with fresh blood, trickling down from a cut on her forehead.

Her eyes were red and puffy from crying, and her hands trembled as she held a cloth to her wound.

Fenrir's brow furrowed, a surge of anger flashing across his face.

"What's going on?" he demanded, his tone steely as he looked from the maid to his Beta.

The Beta turned to the maid and gave her a nod, urging her to speak. Taking a shaky breath, she lowered the cloth, revealing the full extent of the cut on her forehead.

"It... it was the new Luna, Alpha," she whispered, her voice barely above a murmur. She avoided meeting Fenrir's gaze, clearly afraid of the consequences of speaking ill of the Luna.

a sense of disbelief mingling with a

had known Arianna could be

not the first complaint he had received about Arianna's behavior, but he had assumed it was merely a case of her adjusting to her new role. Now, it seemed there

maid nodded, wincing as she gently

check. He had

Aurora, his fated mate, to rekindle his first love, but now, doubt crept into his mind, casting a shadow over

due respect, this

steeling himself. He couldn't ignore this any longer; he had to confront Arianna about her

and caring, was behaving this way. The person he was hearing about now felt like a stranger. Several minutes later, the Beta returned, his expression

silence filled the room, and Fenrir's jaw tightened, his eyes flashing with barely restrained fury. Arianna dared to ignore his summons, to dismiss him as though he were some subordinate? She seemed to have forgotten that he was the

disbelief. The audacity was beyond what he had expected, and with every second, his anger grew. He took a deep breath, willing himself to keep calm, but his grip on the chair tightened until his knuckles turned white. The Beta, sensing Fenrir's brewing storm of anger, spoke hesitantly, "Alpha, if you'd like, I could try to bring her