Chapter 294 – Luna of The Mighty Alpha

Filed To Story: The Perfect Luna by Marissa Gilbert

He was already worried he’d made a mistake by losing his temper earlier and felt he was walking on a thin line with her.

“What’s the problem, Menace?” He asked.

“Problem? Here?” She chuckled darkly as she hung over his shoulder. “How did you guess?”

“I am observant like that.” He smirked as he kept walking with her over his shoulder.

“Goddess, we have so much work to do!” She whimpered in response, making him huff a laugh. “You can’t just do what you want!”

“Watch me.”

“It’s unacceptable!”

“Says who?” Fenrir chuckled. The darkness gone and the arrogance and sarcasm back.

“Everyone! A gentleman would never–“

“Gentleman?” He scoffed. “You must be kidding me! This is literally the Rogue Kingdom. I am their leader, and I am no gentleman.”

“That you are not!” She agreed, still hanging upside down limply.“But maybe you should be! When you are at the Alpha Convocation, you can’t behave like this, no matter what the situation!”

“Noted!” With a groan, he put her back to the ground but only to change the position, and he lifted her up again in just a few seconds. Astrea found herself in a bridal-style carry, facing the king now.

“This is not better!” She glared at Fenrir, who pretended not to notice her frustration and annoyance.

“Of course, it’s better,” he smirked. “Even if you don’t want to admit it.”

“I can walk by myself!” She insisted, nonetheless.

“I am aware,” he informed her, but made no move to release her.

“How is this better again?” Astrea demanded, wriggling in his arms.

“Because when the rest of the city sees us like this, they will know that you are off-limits!” Fenrir stated.

“When they see us like what?” Astrea furrowed her brows, and their eyes met.

“Like you belong to me,” Fenrir replied, placing her back on her feet next to his car. She didn’t even notice that they were back, staring at him in shock. “Shall we?” He opened the door for her, ignoring how startled she was and not giving her a chance to respond to what he said.

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When they were back to the fortress after the most awkward car ride in the history of the shifter world, Astrea wanted to get out of the car with dignity but found the car door locked. Trying it over and over, she did not plan to give up.

Fenrir’s shadow fell on her as he stood in front of her window. He pressed a button on his key fob, and she heard the mechanism unlocking, but before she tried again, he opened the door for her.

“There is no need for this!” she hissed, getting out without accepting the hand he offered, but the rogue was still blocking her way, keeping her trapped between him and the car.

“You implied that I should try to be a gentleman, so here you go.” He was imperturbable, and it annoyed her even more. She’d had enough of him and his dominating unbreakable aura for one day. This man could wear anyone’s patience thin.

“I don’t know who we are kidding here!” She snapped. “Hell would freeze over before you’d be considered a gentleman!”

“And here I thought you were a professional!” He leaned lower so that his face was almost touching hers. “Teach me, master.”

His hot breath tickled her skin and made her think of things she shouldn’t be considering.

Heat rushed to her cheeks. Angry, uncontrollable heat.

“What happened to you two?” Devoss interrupted them, assessing the way they both looked as his brows went up. He was the only one to greet their returnand had already changed into a bright yellow suit with a phoenix embroidery on it.

“A little accident,” Fenrir responded without sparing his friend a glance.

“A little?” Devoss scoffed.

“Four people dead!” Astrea crossed her arms over her chest with a huff. She didn’t want to let Fenrir downplay the events of today.

“Just four?” Devoss snorted, unfazed. “And I thought something big must have happened for you to have bloody handprints all over you. Did the dead people clutch you before they died?”

Astrea and Fenrir exchanged side glances.

“No,” she shook her head defiantly, “a barbarian clutched me after he killed those people!”

“Did Fenrir kill them?” Devoss barely stifled a laugh, and Astrea awarded him with a dark glare. Everything was just fun and games for them.

“Four newbies attacked her, and I made sure they would never attack anyone again,” Fenrir explained coldly. “That is all.”

“That is not all!” Astrea protested. “When he was done, he manhandled me!”

“For all of three seconds!” The king retorted.

“And ruined my clothes!” She pointed at her jumpsuit covered in red handprints.

“It actually doesn’t look that bad!” Devoss tilted his head, rubbing his chin as he took a better look. “It’s edgier now and more appropriate for living in the Rogue Kingdom. Don’t you think?”

“I think we have a lot of work to do if you want an alliance with the South to work out!” Astrea gritted her teeth. “From what I’ve seen so far, I am not impressed.”

“How good it is that we have you to instruct us now!” Fenrir was clearly mocking her. “You will help us with that, won’t you? Didn’t you say you were the best of the best?”

She glared sharply at him. Was any of this serious for him?

“Astrea, love, the outfit is to die for, literally, but the smell… you need a bath,” Devoss’ nose wrinkled all of a sudden, even as he grinned.

“Yeah, thanks for reminding me!” She rolled her eyes, trying to calm herself. It was time to regroup. “I’m going to get ashower now.”

She wanted to leave them both as soon as possible.

“That’s probably not the best idea,” Devoss stood in her way.

“Why the hell not?” Astrea had had enough of their games for one day.

“The warriors just returned from training. Unless you wish to take a shower with a few dozen naked rogues–“

A low, menacing growl escaped Fenrir, and Astrea sighed, covering her face with her hands.

“Luckily, I have a solution!” Devoss smirked, winking at her.

“You do?” She arched her brow, not even sure she wanted to hear it.

“It just so happens that I’ve drawn a bath for Fenrir in his tower,” Devoss tried to look as innocent as he could. “I am sure, as the gentleman that he is–“

A snort escaped her.

“As the gentleman that he is,” Devoss repeated, “Fenrir will allow you to take it in his stead.”

Her lips parted in shock. What kind of offer was that?

“And you knew to prepare a bath for him, how again?” Astrea knitted her brows together. This whole day was bizarre. And it was just day one here.

“I am perceptive,” Devoss winked at her again. “So, what do you say, Fenrir? Can our dear guest use it?”

“Sure,” he replied, not taking his eyes off her. “If you are not afraid, that is”.

Now she simply had to take that bath.

“That’s so kind of you!” She hissed, turning on her heel. “Thanks! Offer accepted!”

Astrea marched away, Fenrir following her with his gaze until she was gone, the corners of his lips curving upwards.

However, his smile dropped when he noticed Bash walking towards him from another part of the fortress. He could tell by looking at his facial expression alone that something had happened, but he wasn’t ready to deal with this now. Astrea captivated his whole mind.

“Bash, not now, please,” he said wearily.

“Sorry, but I think you have to take it,” the young wolf handed him a phone, and Fenrir accepted it with a low snarl.

It couldn’t be anything good.

“Hello, brother,” Joran’s silky voice sounded from the other end of the line, bringing back the memories that Fenrir had tried to block for so many years.

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