Rejected by the Pack’s False King

As I guided Romina Thompson through the packhouse, I felt a twinge of unease. Her bright eyes darted around, taking in the grandeur of the Alpha’s domain. "What do you think of Alpha Graham?" I asked, keeping my tone neutral.

She practically glowed with excitement. "Before I joined the Blue Moon Pack, I never imagined he’d be so commanding and striking! Whoever ends up as his Luna is truly blessed by the Moon Goddess."

Romina then turned to me, her curiosity sharp. "Millie, since you’ve worked closely with Alpha Graham for so long, he must really trust you, right?"

"Our relationship is purely professional," I replied with a practiced smile, choosing my words carefully. "Romina, just remember, this is a position of responsibility. If you ever feel uncomfortable, you have the right to set boundaries."

"What do you mean by that, Millie?" she asked, her brow furrowing in confusion.

Cyrus isn’t fond of being challenged. If it happens too often, he loses interest—whether in a subordinate or a potential mate.

"It’s nothing," I said evasively, spotting Cyrus and Steven approaching from the far end of the hall. I couldn’t say more. "Just don’t push yourself beyond what you’re ready for."

The pack gathering felt like it stretched on forever.

It was tiring not just because Romina was with me but because she had no chance against Cyrus’s commanding presence. His aura alone was enough to make most wolves falter, and Romina was no exception.

In no time, she subtly shifted her entire posture towards him, her body language eager and submissive. She seemed at ease, which was a relief—for her sake, at least.

Finally, the gathering concluded.

Cyrus and Steven were deep in conversation at the head of the room, their voices low but carrying the weight of two high-ranking wolves discussing pack matters. Romina turned to me, her cheeks flushed with excitement. "Millie, now I understand why you told me to stand my ground."

"What do you mean?" I asked, though I already suspected the answer.

She leaned in, her voice a conspiratorial whisper. "Alpha Graham just mentioned he’s interested in me."

"So, are you thinking of turning him down?"

She laughed, a high, nervous sound. "Why would I say no? A mate like him is more than I could ever dream of."

I nodded, preferring not to delve further into her thoughts. Her infatuation was her own to navigate.

Cyrus started walking towards us, his presence as commanding as ever. I was about to excuse myself when behind me, Romina murmured under her breath, "Millie Bryant, are you with Alpha Graham? Are you just scared I’ll take your place?"

Her words hung in the air, sharp and unexpected. I paused for a moment, my jaw tightening, but I didn’t turn back. Instead, I continued walking, leaving her to her delusions.