The Heartless Alpha’s Beloved Luna

Chapter 12 When Avery entered the hall I was surprised at how comfortable she appeared chatting with Camila. She had gained color in her cheeks, and the gaunt weariness that had struck me when we'd met at Silvermoon had disappeared. She was dressed in a long soft dress that flowed around her hips and legs gracefully as she strode in. She froze when she saw me, though. Watching that haunted wariness creep back into her expression irritated me. Both of them paused their small talk as I approached.

Avery seemed to have a plate with a baked good of some sort in her arms, complete with a pair of forks. "What are you holding?" The question came out like an interrogation. I saw Camila's eyes narrow and knew I would hear about it from her later. Avery practically squeaked, eyes wide, and held the plate out to me, forks rattling on the fine china. Am I really that scary? From what I could tell, Silvermoon had treated her far worse. "Calm yourself." I said, irritated. I took the plate from her. It seemed to be some sort of cake. I tossed it on the table to the side.

in the mood for food, especially sweets. Avery's eyes when I turned back had gone wide as saucers, and there were tears in the corners. My wolf howled in my mind. No need to be so harsh! My wolf scolded. That was unusual, my wolf had always been on my side. Struck, I queried, That's unlike

this particular dessert years ago. The girl who had used to make it was gone now. She had known this was my favorite and had baked it for me often. Some of my favorite memories involved this dessert, I hadn't thought I would ever

made this to try and please me. Had she spent the time to try and specifically learn what I like? I detested the thought of being intentionally manipulated. The cake is damned good though. 1/2 When Gideon tossed my cake to the side, my heart sank, I wanted