Beast Alpha and His Cursed Luna

VALENCIA’S POV

I sat there helplessly.

I mean, there wasn’t much I could do in this. I had to attend to so many things, take reports from Jason, and then ask Tory and Theo how things were going around their investigation for the pendant or Alfonso. But I couldn’t even do the simple task of talking to someone without needing a maverick to be my interpreter.

I sighed, gazing at Maverick, who was busy meeting with the alphas of the other packs affected by the rogue of the southern regions.

He looked at me instinctively before smiling, and I lay on my stomach, sprawling my legs and arms.

His chuckle reverberated in my headspace, and I lifted my head to glare at him, making him immediately zip up and concentrate on his meeting.

I could hear what they were talking about.

According to the intel, those thirty women we found were indeed arranged by the rogue head of the southern regions. Though we thought there was more to the story, we were probably overthinking about it because of the devil’s appearance.

The Lycans haven’t contacted us since that day, and the council members, when they heard about how the devil came to meet me, have gotten more proactive in trying to find a solution to help me when I think there isn’t one.

I mean, the angels and witches have made it clear plenty of times that there is no solution to it, and concentrating on it is akin to wasting their time when they should be working hard on how to handle the rogues that were our prime problem.

’Aurora, till when are you going to keep quiet?’ I asked my fake-wolf.