Reborn of the Luna novel Chapter 24

“Of course, Luna,” a few of them murmured, looking a bit uncomfortable.

“Oh!” Becca exclaimed, quickly taking another seat, “I didn’t know—”

“Don’t worry, dear. No one expects you to learn everything so fast,” I chuckled as someone handed me a cup of tea. “That’s why we’re going to help with your education from now on. Have you decided what you’d like to study? Remember, we talked about this? You have no limits on what you can do.”

I kept my tone casual, but my goal was clear: to draw a line between us. Becca loved to play the victim, using her background to gain pity. I wanted to strip that away from her and make it clear to the other omegas that she wasn’t like them anymore. Becca had stopped being a simple omega the moment she entered the pack as the Alpha’s mate. Not everyone would see it that way, of course, but at least it would prevent them from uniting under her.

“I’m not sure,” Becca mumbled, “It’s all so sudden—I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to this.”

“Of course you will!” I said warmly. “You looked like a natural at the Alpha Ball yesterday! I wouldn’t have thought it was your first. The designer dress and diamonds suited you well.”

The room grew tense, and I worried for a second that I might have gone too far.

“Th-thank you,” Becca forced a smile. “It’s all thanks to your kindness, Luna.”

“Don’t thank me,” I replied, setting down my teacup. “It’s not like I had much of a choice. It’s not every day your husband brings home his mate and makes you live together.”

Now, the room was completely silent.

“And how are you, Luna?” one of the girls asked, fiddling with the hem of her dress and glancing at the floor. “I mean—considering—”

“Considering everything,” I leaned back in my chair and sighed, “I’m trying to cope. It’s not easy when it happens to your family. You married a chosen mate too, right, Alice?”

The girl looked up, clearly surprised that I knew her name and the details about her family.

“Yes, Luna,” she nodded, “Mark and I are chosen mates.”

“Then you can probably imagine how I feel right now,” I said with a sad smile, brushing away an imaginary tear. “It doesn’t help that Becca here is such a sweet and caring person. I couldn’t hate her even if I wanted to.”

“We talked once, Becca,” I countered, gritting my teeth, “That hardly makes us best friends.”

“But the Lycan King—” Becca started to say something else when we all heard a burst of laughter.

“Who the hell are you to speak for me?!” Jacob Stormhold, the Lycan King himself, took off his sunglasses as everyone turned toward his voice, seeing him leaning against a large black car in the distance.

“I’ll ask you again, Omega,” the Lycan King growled. “Who do you think you are to say such things?”

All the other omegas bowed their heads, and Becca stood there, trembling.

I couldn’t believe my eyes. Today, Jacob was dressed casually in ripped jeans and a grey T-shirt that clung to his muscular body. He wore sunglasses, which he took off just as our eyes met.

He was the perfect example of a Lycan. Tall and broad-shouldered, like someone who spent most of his time training and fighting. His sharp green eyes showed his intelligence and experience. Someone like him wouldn’t fall for the pathetic lies of the scheming omega in front of him. For some reason, that made me feel a burst of happiness inside.