The Heartless Alpha’s Beloved Luna

Chapter 41 We passed by a few people who nodded to Gideon deferentially and stared at me with curiosity. Some of them I thought I'd met at the Pack Acceptance ceremony, but most were strangers. Gideon offered no introductions. We passed by a bakery and I stared at the baked goods hungrily. It had been hours since I'd ate, and the coffee had warmed my belly but not filled it. I wanted to ask Gideon if we could stop and get something, but that reminded me of the time I'd baked him that cake and he'd tossed it to the side.

So I just stared at the pies, cakes, and cookies longingly as we continued on. Finally we arrived at the main Pack house, but Gideon didn't release me. Instead he led me down the main floor hallway. We stopped outside his door and he unlocked it, then pushed me inside. I had never been in his office before. It was paneled in dark wood. Floor to ceiling built-in shelves were filled with books and pale gold and ivory knickknacks. There were two large windows. The curtains pulled over them were sheer and muted the light so that everything appeared soft shadowy grey.

propped one hip on it, looking at me. "Do you know why I brought you here?" He asked after a long minute. I shook my head, mutely. "Then let's go back a bit, shall we?" He crossed his arms and leaned back. "I saw what happened."

He said softly, gazing into my face. My heart fluttered. I didn't know how to respond. "Has no one ever told you what you are, Avery?" He asked. I blinked at him. All I could think about were the names Jessica had used. People had been calling me those for years. That was nothing new. "All the time." I said, bitterness creeping into my voice. Gideon let go of me and strode behind his desk. He threw himself into his chair and stared at me. "No." He said, "I don't mean the petty insults

we call some people Alpha, when others cannot ever hope to wield that power?" I squinted, trying to follow the drift of the conversation. "It's because of will, Avery." Gideon leaned forward, elbows on his knees, "The ability to shape the world into what you need it to be. Complaints, insults, criticisms, they mean nothing when they're coming from those who only know how to poke at others." His voice