The Heartless Alpha’s Beloved Luna

Chapter 331 Avery's POV The moment we entered the banquet hall, I felt my heart rise into my throat. I hesitated in the doorway, scanning the crowd. "Nervous?" Sebastian asked, still smiling down at me with that charming smile of his. I scratched my head. "I go to events in the human lands all the time. But... it's been a very long time since I've attended a werewolf event." As soon as I said those words, I cringed, regretting them. I feared I'd said too much. Of course Sebastian knew I was a werewolf it wasn't exactly something I could hide -but I never wanted to go into my past.

"When was the last time you were in the packs?" he asked, guiding me deeper into the party. I waved him off. "It doesn't matter. My life is in the human lands now." He nodded. "Understandable. And what a life you've made for yourself." He glanced down at me. "For someone whose business only cropped up a few years ago, your progress has been impressive." "Thanks." I couldn't help but smile at that, and it made me think of Bjorn. One day, he would truly understand why I had done what I'd done. Why I had worked my ass off to set up a future for him in the human lands.

Why I had pulled him away from... this. And yet, as I looked around, a feeling of nostalgia that I wasn't expecting swept over me. I looked around at the werewolf women laughing and smiling as their dresses flared around them on the dancefloor. I looked at the men who were drinking and playing cards at tables. I looked at the freshly mated couples who only had eyes for each other. Life here could be catty and cruel, like those women in the hall who judged me for my attire, but it was also honest and open in a way that the human world wasn't.

it was... different. Not completely different, of course; plenty of werewolves 1/3 Chapter 331 +25 Bonus were greedy and envious. But there was a bigger

joy in the small things and in their community. It was just a small reminder of the one thing I missed the most about living in the packs. Sebastian remained by my side all night, which

halfway through the night when he stepped away briefly. And not thirty seconds after he walked away, my wolf went wild. "MATE!" th I gasped, whipping my head around. I hadn't felt that pull in ten years. I'd convinced myself, somewhere along the