Alpha King’s Lost Luna by Aubrey Pepper

Chapter 222

CAS SANDRA

Two days after my discussion with Kaleb, I found myself sitting outside with
Ronald's fiancee, Helene, on a large terrace. We were seated at a table laden
with tea and a tray of delicacies. Despite the nice spread and otherwise nice
patio, there wasn't much scenery to observe.

The terrace was on the third floor of Ronald’s tower, and all we could see
beneath us were the guards that patrolled the area. There was little else to do,
and I found myself missing the trees in Wild Crawler. This place was cold and
sterile, and the enormous wall that surrounded the fortress did little to add to the
atmosphere. The high, grim wall reminded me that I was a prisoner here and
made me deeply uncomfortable. Luckily, the sun was bright and provided some
much-needed warmth.

When I came to visit Ronald, Helene received me and mentioned that Ronald
had some business to attend to, I was about to leave, but she suggested that we
enjoy some tea while we waited for him to return. While I wasn’t sure that I
wanted to spend time with a stranger. I decided to agree anyway, so here we
were

As I continued to glance out at that awful wall. I thought of Kaleb and his devil's
face. It was nearly impossible to cast aside. my horror and shock about the
situation, and the memory of his cruel smile was difficult to get out of my head.
That night, after he'd left the room, I remained seated in my chir, frozen in place. I
wasn’t sure how long I was there. I cried for a while as his story settled into my
brain, but even after the tears disappeared from my cheeks, I didn’t want to go
back to my chambers.

If what Kaleb said was real, Emmett and Asher’s father were the ones
responsible for my father’s death and the ruin of my family.

I wanted to tell myself that the king of Yurene was lying. But as the days went by.
I had already started to believe him. As a result, my heart ached for my father
and brother.

I had admired Emmett and taken him as the guide of my new life after that
terrible inferno. He had taught me how to heal. both physically and mentally. He
encouraged me and supported me in every aspect of my existence.

But it was Emmett who had taken my wolf soul and caused my inability to shift..

I felt complicated and didn’t know what to do.

I was panicked. I was freaked out. I felt helpless.

When I finally managed to calm down, I considered my situation thoroughly and
thought a visit to Ronald might enlighten me. Kaleb had practically proposed
marriage to me in that small, dismal room. I needed to know if I had other
options.

“Cas sandra?” Helene spoke up, and I was suddenly pulled back into reality. Her
light brown eyes stared at me curiously and she offered me a smile. “Would you
like to try some tea?”

She finished filling her tea cup and then gestured at me with the pot. I stared at it
for a moment and then nodded.

“Thank you,” I said as she filled my cup.

Helete wasn’t very young. In fact, she was older than I'd expecteil perhaps in her
late forties. She wasn’t haggard by any means, but her caramel-colored eyes had
light crow’s feet in their uptilted corners

Regardless of her age, Helene was undeniably beautiful She had shoulder-length
hair of a similar color to her eyes, and it fell in soft waves. Her skin was extremely
fair and her cheeks were rosy. She had a strong, aristocratic nose, and when she
smiled, her teeth were white and perfect

I forced myself to stop admiring her and took a sip of the tea it took all of my
effort to keep from making a face. It was

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quite bitter, just as strong as those Ms. Benn had brought to my room.
Unfortunately, Yurene didn’t seem to with their tea either, so there was nothing to
soften the taste.

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Helene smiled at me. “I take it you aren’t fond of the tea?”

“I'm just not used to it.” I said politely.

“When I first came here. I couldn't get used to it as well,” she replied casually.
“But after a few years, I learned to enjoy it.”

My lips parted in surprise. “I didn’t know you weren't from here

Helene nodded. “Of course not. Northerners would never enjoy something like
afternoon tea. They believe it's a waste of time. They appreciate savageness
over elegance.”

Her last sentence was just as bitter as the tea, but she recovered quickly. “I'm
from the South. I grew up in a very small Pack. I heard from my husband that
you're from Wegalla?”

“Yes,” I confirmed.

“I always wondered what Wegalla looked like, but I never had the opportunity to
visit,” Helene remarked. “Some have said it’s quite wealthy. Is it true?”

“In some places,” I replied. “Others are perfectly ordinary

“I bet that even the most ordinary parts of Wegalla are much richer than here,”
she sighed, and then she raised an eyebrow. “Were your parents wealthy?”

I shrugged, taken aback by the question.

In Wegalla, Anemond particularly, questions about money and wealth were
considered crass. We avoided the topics as often as possible or shifted the
subject when they were brought up.

Even though Helene was a Southerner from birth, I supposed that she had
picked up some traits from the Northemers. namely their bluntness. I couldn't
fault her for asking such an innocent question, even though it came across as a
little socially unaware.

“I suppose they were fine,” I said simply. “But they both passed away when I was
young, so I can’t be too sure. I don’t remember much about them.

It wasn't a complete lic, but I didn’t know yet if I could trust Helene, so I needed
to remain guarded.

“I'm so sorry,” she apologized. “I didn’t mean to speak poorly or out of turn.”
“Don’t apologize,” I assured her. “You didn’t know. It's okay.”

“My parents have passed as well,” she said. “Unfortunately, I remember it all too
well. It was a terrible situation. I worry that I'll never be able to forget the image
so long as I live.”

Silence hung in the air and I didn’t know what to say, I studied Helene’s face and
fought to find something to comfort her. It was clear from the haunted look in her
eyes that she’d witnessed something unthinkable, but I didn’t want to pry. We'd
just met and it wasn’t my business to ask for more information.

For a moment, I thought Helene was going to cry, but before her eyes could well
over and tears could fall onto her pink cheeks, she rolled her shoulders back and
smoothed her hair.

She seemed to have a story to tell and I pondered whether I should ask her after
all, but before I could, Helene’s full lips curled into a broad smile. She glanced
behind me and waved.

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“Here comes Lord Ronald,” she said, and all traces of her saddened demeanor
disappeared completely.

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