The banquet hall once again hums with excitement, the gentle clink of crystal glasses intertwining with melodic laughter and happy murmurs of celebration.
Warm golden candlelight bathes everything in a soft glow, reflecting brightly against polished silverware and delicately arranged centerpieces. The scents of roasted meats, spices, and fresh bread linger warmly in the air, comforting and inviting.
Yet, despite the joyful atmosphere, my heart aches quietly in my chest.
Sitting here, among my warriors instead of in my rightful place beside Raiden at the head table, is a profound reminder of my rejected status.
My fingers tremble slightly as I refill elderly Marcus‘ water glass, forcing a gentle smile as he murmurs his thanks. Around me, my packmates radiate pride and satisfaction, their weary faces shining with the day’s hard–won victory.
“You should sit down and eat something, Luna,” Rairity whispers softly, placing a gentle hand on my arm. Concern shadows her gentle eyes, and I offer her a reassuring smile.
“I’m fine,” I lie softly, my voice quiet but steady. “I’ll eat soon.”
But even as I speak, a familiar burn settles behind my eyes, the ache of Raiden’s presence pressing heavily against my back.
My traitorous heart quickens, recognizing our mate even across a crowded room. The sorrowful years of rejection haven’t dulled that painful recognition, that stubborn longing that refuses to fade.
When will this get easier? I cannot help but wonder–am 1 doomed to this fate for all the rest of my days, however many they may be?
“The Alpha King can’t keep his eyes off you, Rairity murmurs knowingly, squeezing my hand beneath the table.
