Alpha’s Betrayal, Luna’s Redemption

The man noticed my gaze, his eyes calm yet piercing as they settled on me.

Just as I hesitated whether to approach him, he stepped forward, closing the distance between us.

He inclined his head slightly, his voice low but firm. “Miss Sofia Watson, I’m Reed Palmer, Gamma of the Silver Fang Pack.”

His words were measured, yet there was an undeniable authority in his tone, the kind that made it clear he wasn’t someone to be dismissed lightly.

“Given everything that’s happened,” he continued, his gaze steady, “I imagine you’re not in the mood to linger. Allow me to escort you home.”

The mention of Ariella’s scent flashed in my mind, and I took an involuntary step back, my throat tightening. “No, that’s not necessary,” I stammered, shaking my head.

Reed didn’t press, but his expression didn’t waver either. “Very well. But I do have something to give you,” he said, his voice leaving no room for argument.

Before I could protest further, he turned on his heel and started walking, leaving me no choice but to follow.

I hurriedly bid farewell to the pack sisters around me, their whispers fading into the background as I struggled to keep up with Reed’s long strides.

He stopped beside a sleek black SUV, the kind that spoke of understated power rather than flashy wealth. Without a word, he handed me an old, weathered book, its leather cover worn but sturdy.

“This belongs to you,” he said simply, his tone leaving no room for questions.

I took the book, my fingers brushing against the rough edges, and for a moment, I felt a strange sense of calm settle over me. Reed’s presence was quiet yet commanding, and though I didn’t fully understand his intentions, I couldn’t deny the strange comfort it brought.

“Thank you, Gamma Palmer,” I murmured, clutching the book to my chest.

He nodded once, his expression unreadable, before gesturing toward the car. “Let’s go.”

I didn’t argue this time. Something about the way he carried himself—calm, composed, and utterly in control—made it clear that this wasn’t a man to be trifled with.

As the car pulled away from the pack gathering, I couldn’t help but glance at Reed, his profile sharp against the passing city lights. There was something about him—something that made me feel both safe and unsettled at the same time.

And though I didn’t know it yet, that moment would mark the beginning of something far greater than I could have imagined.