The Heartless Alpha’s Beloved Luna

Chapter 284 425 Bonus Avery's POV The days blurred together. M One day. Two days. Three days. Each morning, I woke up hoping for news, or maybe even expecting a rescue attempt. Each evening, I went to bed with nothing. My mother had to have received my letter by now. She had to be planning something. But the waiting was eating me alive from the inside out. I needed a garden. The next time Asher came to visit, I was ready. "I want to start a garden," I blurted out before he could say anything. I stood from where I'd been sitting on my bed, wringing my hands.

"Can I have that much?" Asher blinked. "Why a garden?" I shrugged. Telling him that I loved gardening felt too personal, like giving him the one part of myself that I was still holding onto. So I settled for simply saying, "I'm going crazy in here. I need something to do with my hands. Something productive." Asher studied me for a long moment. I held my breath, waiting for him to deny me. But to my surprise, he nodded. "Very well. I'll have a plot prepared for you." "Really?" "Yes." He stepped closer and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. I forced myself not to flinch or gag.

a garden will help with that, then so be it." With that, he smiled and pressed a kiss to my forehead before leaving. I stood there for a moment, staring at the spot where he'd been, then wiped my forehead with the back of my hand. The plot of land Asher wound up giving me was small; but it was something. It was located near the edge of the camp, just beyond the main tents, with a

to find Lindse standing a few feet away, clutching a spade and a bucket of water. "Yes." I gestured to

mostly. Maybe some vegetables if we can find seeds." I wiped the sweat from my brow with my sleeve. "Do you know where I can get some good seeds?" "There's a storage tent near the center of camp. They keep supplies there. I can fetch some for you, if you want. "Would you?" I smiled at her. "That would be amazing." She nodded. "It's no trouble." We kept

been at it for a while, so I decided to call it a day. I stood, dusting my knees off, then noticed something on the ground next to Lindsey. It was small and wrapped in shiny foil-a candy. My brows lifted. I recognized that brand, and it was expensive, imported from overseas. It was surprising enough to find one in a rogue camp. I reached down and picked it up. "Huh," I said, turning it over in my hand. "These are expensive.