Chapter 62: Alpha Julius Of The Silver Ridge Pack
Alpha Julius chuckled, "Don’t be so rigid, Luna Reana. Your older brother and I once fought monsters side by side. We shared blood, sweat, and tears together. I’m not just any Alpha, I’m an old friend of your Roughman family." His eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled, "You’ve traveled a long way, Luna Reana. Come, rest and refresh yourselves. It’s evening, we’ll talk about the reason that brings you to our pack tomorrow."
Reana’s guard faltered slightly, her expression softening, especially after seeing how exhausted Mirian was. But only for a moment. She couldn’t shake off the feeling that Alpha Julius was hiding something behind his warm smile.
But whatever it was, she knew he wouldn’t dare make an attempt on her life, as that would mean a bloody war with her pack.
"Thank you for your hospitality, Alpha Julius." Reana’s voice was polite, but her eyes never left his face, searching for any sign of deception, but when she saw nothing, she nodded to her warriors who allowed their horses to be taken away to be fed by the Silver Ridge Pack’s omegas.
But Reana’s stallion refused to move an inch away from Reana. It neighed loudly, its eyes rolling wildly as it sidestepped, its hooves pawing the ground.
"Hey, Rebel," Reana reached out to stroke its neck, her touch calming the stallion’s frazzled nerves. "It’s okay," she whispered softly. "We’re among friends here. Be nice." The stallion indeed stopped its restless pawing, its ears perking up as it nuzzled Reana’s chest.
Alpha Julius watched with a soft expression on his face, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "Rebel, huh? I think that’s a fitting name for a spirited stallion like that." He paused, his eyes locked on Reana’s. "And for its rider, too, I think."
Reana said nothing, still coaxing her horse.
"If I remember correctly, he was Reginald Roughman’s stallion," Alpha Julius said, his voice low and thoughtful.