The Heartless Alpha’s Beloved Luna

Chapter 197 Some status symbol I was. Hell, the car we were riding in was probably treated better. It was cleaner, sleeker, and better maintained. So what value did I truly bring? My whole life, people had overlooked who I was and only cared about what I could do for them. In Silvermoon it had been the strength of my wolf. I wasn't a person to them unless my wolf could manifest, and when she couldn't, they had written me off. My marriage to Gideon had arisen from my father trying to get rid of me.

I felt my spirit crumble at the thought that my own family hadn't even wanted me when it turned out I wasn't what they desired. No one did. "You've been quiet." Thastily wiped the tears from my eyes and turned to look at Gideon. He was regarding me with an odd expression, and I hoped that I hadn't made some small noise that had indicated I was deep in my distressing thoughts. "Tsn't that what I'm here for?" I snapped, "Being seen and not heard?" Gideon frowned at my snappish response. "You're here to be my Luna," he said, as though that meant ---- anything. "ah yes, the Luna.

A mythical creature who does everything with no thoughts or feelings of her own." Gideon appeared to grow cross at my childish tone. No doubt I was disappointing him further by not giving him a pleasant, vapid response. "No one cares about my feelings either," he rumbled, catching me off guard. boggled at him, rather stupidly, not expecting that response. "T have always been forced to choose based on the needs of the pack, not what I want personally," there was just a trace of bitterness in his tone, "The pack needs Alpha Gideon, not Gideon the man.

me a pointed look, and I felt a hint of shame that I had also treated him as only a title. Someone who could solve my problems with a waive of his hand and the deployment of

Thad done my best to be supportive. Those efforts had been rejected, more often than not, because he had long ago stopped valuing them. It might not have seemed like much, but I had opened my heart to share his hurts. Thad tried to understand Gideon the man. Had he tried to understand Avery, the woman?

thought of our roles as black and white. He compartmentalized his life into neat boxes and expected everyone else to do the same as effortlessly as he. My attempts to bridge that gap were seen as extraneous and unwarranted. But life was messy, as I had learned. I didn't fit into anyone's neat boxes. I would not be contained by those who only wanted to label me and disregard