The Heartless Alpha’s Beloved Luna

Chapter 51 Avery's POV As Gideon stalked out of the ceremony hall, the pack surged around me. It seemed like everyone had something to say, but I heard none of their words. All I could hear was the echo of Gideon saying, "You will pay the price." I had shackled myself to Madelyn, and now we would find out if I made the right choice. Jessica, predictably, had to get her words in. She marched right over to me in the crowd and said, "What a shame you had to vouch for poor little Madelyn. It feels like she's always getting in trouble.

Would be a real pity if you got taken down with her." and then she gave me the biggest feral-cat grin ever and slunk away. "Did you lose in a cat fight?" I called after her, "You've still got scratches on your cheek!" I felt a surge of satisfaction as I saw her back stiffen, but she kept walking. I walked over to where Madelyn was still sitting on the floor, wiping her tears away. "Are you ok?" I asked, offering her a hand up. She took it, gratefully.

"I've been better." She said, with a wan smile, "But thank you, for standing up for me." "One of these days you'll have to tell me what she has on you." I said, with a touch of aspersion. Madelyn winced, but shrugged ruefully. "Maybe one day." She turned to look me in the eye, "Do you know what my punishment will be? I don't care if it's harsh, I did intentionally mislead you, but I hate dreading finding out." I paused, thinking. Honestly, I was hurt that she'd deceived me, even if I knew that she had been coerced into it by Jessica.

smiled briefly, then dropped into a surprising curtsy. "Thank you, Luna. That is fair. I will see you there tomorrow." She turned and walked away. I breathed a big sigh. It wouldn't be easy work, but maybe it would get Madelyn away from her toxic friends for long enough to start over. Now I needed to go find my

have gone now? I needed to find him, and apologize privately. I saw the light in his office flicker on across the field. Of course. I climbed the stairs and knocked on the door softly. There was no answer. After a moment, I put the key in

behind me and stepped around his desk to stand next to him. 1/3 A few weeks ago, being alone with him like this would have terrified me. His reputation, the way I had heard it, had been horrendous and bloodthirsty. But now, I was starting to suspect there was much more to that story. He still scared the crap out of me, but not as some boogeyman character in urban legends. Now I worried