The Heartless Alpha’s Beloved Luna

Chapter 401

Avery’s POV

Three days passed before my ankle felt anything close to normal again.

I spent most of those days on the couch with it propped up on a pillow, which drove me absolutely insane. I wasn’t good at sitting still on the best of days, and being forced to do it while Bjorn ran circles around the house and Sebastian brought me cups of tea I didn’t ask for like he was my personal servant was a special kind of torture. I felt like I didn’t deserve this kind of treatment, and that I should be working, not getting coddled over a rolled ankle.

I did manage to check in remotely with Aldric about the testing progress. He told me that the child’s progress was slow, but promising. That news came as a relief and gave me something to think about.

But for the most part, the days were slow and frustrating, and by the third morning I was already putting weight on the ankle despite Sebastian repeatedly telling me not to. 1

“It’s fine,” I told him, at breakfast, when he caught me walking to the coffee maker without my crutch.

“It’s been three days.”

“Exactly. Three whole days.” I poured my coffee and turned around. “I’m not made of glass.”

Sebastian opened his mouth, then seemed to decide it wasn’t worth it, and went back to eating his eggs.

Bjorn, for his part, had bounced back almost immediately. By the morning after the storm he was already asking if he could go outside, and by the afternoon he was back to running around the yard with the other pack kids, new sneakers and all.

He hadn’t brought up Gideon again since the bath. I hadn’t either. I still felt uncertain about the decision I’d made to let them see each other more often. Especially because Gideon’s presence usually meant Fiona’s as well, and I didn’t want that girl anywhere near my son.

It was on the fourth morning, when I was finally sitting at the kitchen table with actual work spread out in front of me, that Sebastian came in and sat down across from me with an almost sheepish look on his face.

I glanced up from my notes and quirked a brow at him. “What?”

week,” he said. “Hosted

“Okay…?”

my side.” He paused. “As my Luna.”

then.

contract,” I said, having nearly

The pack expects to see me with a potential mate at these

attend the occasional public event. A full moon banquet was about as public as it got. As much as I wanted to skip it, because these sorts of events rarely ended well in my experience, I knew it wouldn’t be fair to Sebastian if I

I said.

“Oh, and I would also like to have a gown made

my pen down.

a stylist I use for pack events. She’s very

of you, but Sebastian, I have perfectly

you don’t need it,” he said. “I’d like to do it. Consider it a thank-you, if

“A thank-you for what?”

his neck. “Just…. Please let me do something

sighed, wanting to decline. It felt too generous, especially since he had already done so much for me

I sighed.

“Perfect. She’ll be here at six o’clock

protested. “Sebastian,

pretended not to hear me

stylist arrived at the crack of dawn the next morning. She was a short, sharp little woman with an equally short and

twirling his finger next to his ear over the

hurrying over to the coffee table. She didn’t ask me for my name

all. It was kind

of greeting.

out. “How long does