The Enemy Alpha Wanted His Heartless Luna Chapter 02

I stop by my mother’s grave to leave some flowers before heading home.

Someone is waiting outside my front door.

Brandon leans against the wall, twirling a Moonstone between his fingers.

Round and round it goes before he catches it again.

He only stops when he sees me approaching.

“I thought you’d be giving me the silent treatment all night.”

He slips the brand-new Moonstone into my hand.

“Here. Consider it compensation.”

“No thanks.”

“I gave it to you, so do whatever you want with it. Throw it away if you like.”

As he speaks, the corners of his mouth lift slightly. He reaches out and gives my earlobe a gentle pinch.

“Why are you freezing? Go inside and make yourself some hot chocolate. I’ll pick you up tomorrow so we can go to the Luna’s Procession together.”

I stop in my tracks.

The Luna selection is an ancient ritual that has been passed down through the Mistwood Pack for centuries. The Luna’s Procession, on the other hand, is a more recent tradition.

I enter the selection because I want to be chosen by someone who genuinely cares about me.

I never expect all three of them to give their support to someone else without a second thought.

And now Brandon wants to escort the new Luna and pick me up so I can watch them receive the pack’s blessings together?

“I’m not going.”

I refuse without a hint of emotion in my voice.

He slips his hands into his jacket pockets.

“You’re going because I said so. That’s an order from your Alpha, remember? You’re good at taking pictures, and Leah wants some keepsake photos of the procession. Just do her a favor.”

There it is again.

He treats me like someone he can summon and order around whenever he wants, as if I don’t even have the right to say no.

Leah’s parents join our pack as rogues years ago. Although they’ve lived here for a long time, they never gain the status of pureblood members.

Four years ago, Brandon accompanies me back for the Blood Moon celebration for the first time.

Back then, Leah loses the Luna selection by a single vote. She breaks down on the altar, crying so hard that her makeup runs down her face.

Brandon stands beside me and glances in her direction.

Just one glance.

Later, he tells me, “Leah has had a hard life.”

“She’s been running the family bakery all by herself. The pack has spent years expanding its territory and recruiting new members, but she hasn’t gotten a single thing out of it.”

After that, he brings Leah into the administrative offices at Pack Hall and gives her a position handling communications with other packs, along with cooperation agreements and relocation arrangements between different wolf clans.

She’s been doing that job for four years now.

At first, they still invite me whenever they get together.

Eventually, they decide I’m too sensitive and start making plans behind my back.

It takes three gatherings without a single invitation before I finally realize something is wrong.

When I confront Brandon, he simply says, “I didn’t invite you because I didn’t want you getting the wrong idea.”

“Three of you, plus her, meeting up alone? What exactly am I supposed to think?”

Whenever we argue about it, he puts an arm around my shoulders and bends down to soothe me.

“If I weren’t the Alpha and responsible for looking after every member of the pack, I wouldn’t bother with her at all.”

“Besides, her family has always been close to yours, hasn’t it? Stop overthinking things, okay?”

Even Holden Everhart, my best friend and the grandson of one of the pack elders, who has always taken my side, eventually joins in to talk me down.

“She’s a girl who’s finally managed to find a place in our pack. If she gets driven out now, she’ll probably spend the rest of her life wandering from place to place as a rogue.”

Eventually, even my brother, Trevor, starts taking Leah’s side.

“Grace, Leah’s dad was an old friend of our dad. If you keep making a scene like this, how am I supposed to face either family?”

I am furious at the time.

But I keep telling myself that they have their own relationships, and I have my own life.

Two parallel lines can run close to each other without ever crossing.

But given enough time, they eventually cross the line.

And when two lines become impossible to separate, one of them has to be cut off completely.

“Grace?”

Brandon finally calls my name when I remain silent for too long.

“Your mom’s death anniversary is coming up, isn’t it? Once we’ve had our bonding ceremony, I’ll go with you to pay our respects.”

I lower my eyes to the Moonstone resting in my palm.

So you do remember my mother’s death anniversary.

But you’ve forgotten that, starting tonight, I no longer have any emotions.

Or a wolf.

“No need.”

I keep my eyes lowered and walk past him without another word.

Behind me, Brandon answers his phone. His voice drifts toward me on the night breeze.

“It’s fine… That’s just how she is. When she’s upset, she doesn’t want to talk to anyone.”

“Don’t worry about the escort thing. She won’t care.”

A quiet laugh escapes me.

I’m not upset simply because they keep their gatherings a secret from me.

What hurts is that none of them understands what boundaries are supposed to mean.

But this time, whether Brandon wants to escort the new Luna or even become Leah’s mate, I honestly don’t care anymore.