Alpha King’s Lost Luna by Aubrey Pepper

Chapter 141 Have a nice trip

BECKY

Much to my surprise, Mother didn't ask any further questions. She simply tucked
her long, reddish-brown hair behind her ears and smiled at Silas. If I had to
guess, I would say she appeared to be pleased to have such a prestigious guest
visiting. Though we'd been on our own for quite some time, she used to have
friends over all the time. She loved having company.

“Why don’t you come inside,” she said to Silas with a warm smile.

“That would be lovely,” Silas replied, much to my dismay.

He was conducting himself very politely, but I wasn’t sure that I wanted him
anywhere near my mother. I wouldn't know how to explain this to her.

But, it was too late. Silas had already accepted her invitation, and Mother had
already opened the door for him. As his tall frame moved past me, his cin namon
and clove scent reached my nose, and my mouth watered.

Dam n this attraction.

I released a sigh and entered the house behind him.

On a more personal note, I was scared by how he would react to our house. I
doubted that Silas would feel comfortable in our small parlor, especially when you
compared it to the grand Beta’s mansion. He was used to wealth beyond my
wildest imagination. How would he react when he saw our threadbare floors? Our
antique furniture, our mismatched plates?

Usually, I didn't care about material things or appearances, but for the first me, I
felt self-conscious of my dwelling.

I glanced at Silas but didn’t say anything when we entered the kitchen. As he
took a look around, Mother pulled me closer and whispered just low enough for
me

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to hear.

“Rebecca, how do you know Silas Moses?” she wondered. “He just returned to
the Anemond recently, but you seem to be friends.”

“We aren't friends,” I assured her quickly. I studied her expression and briefly
considered telling her about my real relationship with Silas, but decided against
it. I was too scared of her reaction, and besides, even if she took the news well,
there

was little she could do to help.

So, I came up with another explanation.

“We met at the celebration,” I continued quietly. “He was out on some business
tonight, and happened to witness Frederick's behavior, so he stepped in and
offered to help. That's all.”

Mother nodded and then glanced over at him.

“I'm glad to hear that,” she remarked. “He seems like a nice young man. I'm
happy he was there to intervene. It sounds as if he arrived at the most opportune
moment.”

“He did,” I agreed.

“Why don’t you get the kettle going for our guest, sweetheart?” she suggested.
“The least we could do is make him some tea.”

I nodded. “Okay.”

As I stayed in the kitchen, Mother escorted him to the parlor. When Silas started
looking around at our house, I began to blush.

“Your home looks quite cozy and comfortable,” he commented with a smile ont rs
face. “Thank you again for the invitation.”

I lingered on his expression and tried to read his features. His tone seemed
genuine, but could he mean it? Our home wasn't in utter shambles, but could
someone of his social standing really find it to be charming?

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“Thank you so much, Silas,” Mother replied with a smile of her own. “That's very.
kind of you to say. Please, come take a seat with me.”

Silas’ eyes glittered and he accepted Mother's invitation without hesitation. As
they sat down at the kitchen table, another shiver ran through me. This was such
a strange situation. My mother and the Beta of Wegalla in the same room? What
were

the odds?

I glanced out the window above the sink and stared at the moon.

“Please let this go okay,” I whispered, intending my words of prayer for the
Moon Goddess.

Surely, I would need all of the help I could get if I was going to survive this.

As I prepared some chamomile tea, Mother struck up a conversation with Silas
and much to my surprise, he appeared much more easygoing than he had during
the celebration.

“How was your inspection of the border?” she wondered. “Is everything well on
that front?”

“It was good,” he replied kindly. “Everything is in order and there was no cause
for alarm, so that was great. Between us, I have to say that I enjoyed getting to
see beyond Anemond. I'd been here my whole life, so seeing the rest of Wegalla
made me feel more connected to things than I had before.”

“I could only imagine,” Mother noted thoughtfully. “How wonderful that you got to
see the rest of Wegalla. We've always been here as well. I've always wondered
what life is like in other Packs. Now that your business has concluded, do you
intend on staying in Anemond for an extended period, or will you go elsewhere?”
“The plan is to stay,” he said. “But there are some other matters I need to end, of
course. It will all depend on what the Alpha King needs of me.”

“Of course,” Mother replied seriously.

The tea kettle whistled and I jumped back in surprise before removing it from
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the stovetop. I'd been so engrossed in their conversation, that I hadn't been
paying

attention.

he

As I poured the hot water over the tea leaves, I thought about Silas’ answer. So,
was

planning on staying in Anemond after all? What would that mean for us? Sure, I
was working in the clinic now, but with our proximity to the palace, I would likely
be running into him fairly often.

Luckily, my impending trip to Wild Crawler would grant me some distance. The
distraction would be welcome after all of this.

I carried the cups carefully to the table, and when I set them in front of Mother
and Silas, they thanked me.

I took a seat beside Mother and carefully sipped on my tea.

They continued to talk more and more, but I remained silent, choosing to observe
rather than speak. The atmosphere grew so comfortable and pleasant that she
began to ask more personal questions, like if Silas was married or seeing anyone
special.

“Mother!” I blurted out as my cheeks grew hot.

At my sudden outburst, she seemed to realize how inappropriate the question
was and apologized.

“I'm so sorry,” she said quickly. “I didn’t mean to pry.”

“It's okay,” Silas assured her, clearly not upset in the slightest. “No, I'm not
married. Maybe one day, though.”

His golden eyes lingered on me, but I managed to turn away. I wasn't in the
mood to entertain games, whether they were intentional or not.

Mother shifted the subject, and they continued to talk until finally, Silas glanc the
clock above the door.

“I should be going,” he announced, then rose from his chair and smiled at
Mother. “Thank you for the tea and conversation. It was very nice of you to invite
me

inside.”

“Of course,” Mother said with a smile. “Let us walk you to the door.”

She got up and I followed suit. We led Silas to the door, and after she said
goodnight to the Beta, she headed back into the kitchen, most likely to grant us
some privacy.

Once we were alone, my stomach twisted into knots. I wasn’t sure what to say.
Thankfully, Silas broke the silence first.

Will

you be on duty at the clinic next week?” he wondered, and when I frowned, he
continued. “l was wanting to get a health check, but I prefer not to t the royal
healers. Will you be around?”

I was about to say yes and then remembered my upcoming visit to Wild.
Crawler.

“I might not be in Anemond next week,” I replied. “But Ca ssandra can help you
out.”

Silas frowned. “Where are you going?”

“It's a private matter,” I said quickly.

“Private,” he repeated back.

“Yes,” I said, flustered at the sudden questioning. Why did he care where I was
going? My personal affairs were none of his business.

Silas stared at me and then nodded.

“Have a good trip,” he said simply, and without another word, he left.

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