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.

sense of disbelief mingling with

known Arianna could be demanding, but this crossed

was merely a case of

gently pressed the cloth back to

anger in check. He had allowed Arianna back into his life, believing

first love, but now, doubt crept into his mind, casting a shadow

throat, sensing Fenrir's anger. "Alpha, with all due respect, this isn't the first complaint I've received from the

breath, steeling himself. He couldn't ignore this any longer; he had to confront Arianna about her actions. He turned to his Beta, his voice cold. "Find Arianna and bring her here. I'll speak to

was behaving this way. The person he was hearing about

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

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