MATED TO THE SECRET ALPHA

Why did he always treat her like some sort of nuisance? She had always tried to be friendly and accommodating around him, but Ryder’s cold demeanor never seemed to waver. Yet, he treated Mirian differently. Mirian was an omega too. Ophilia bit her lips. "The-the Luna’s silverware needs polishing," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.

Ryder’s gaze lingered on her for a moment before he nodded curtly. "I’ll get to it," with that, he made a beeline for the kitchen.

Ryder didn’t care about other work in the kitchen, but anything that had to do with his Luna was his business. And he’d instructed them in the past to always inform him if they needed help.

Ophilia hastily followed behind him, her gaze drifted to his broad shoulders as he strode ahead, his movements fluid and purposeful.

She wanted to ask about his injuries, but fear and uncertainty held her back. She was worried about him. Ever since that day, she’d been restless and couldn’t sleep well at night.

When she learned that he left the pack with the Luna and wouldn’t be back any time soon, Ophilia was heartbroken and wished she could be among the Luna’s crew, just to be by Ryder’s side.

She’d even bribed Zeta Marcus with more portions of food just to give her information that could help her get close to Ryder, but the Zeta only told her to forget him and find someone else, but Ophilia couldn’t. She loved him. A lot and it hurt.

"R– Ryder, how’s your injury?" the words came out before she could stop herself.

Ryder’s stride didn’t falter. He didn’t turn around, his deep voice low and even. "It’s fine," he said curtly, clearly not wanting to discuss it further.

Ophelia’s heart sank at his dismissive tone, but she couldn’t help but feel a glimmer of hope that he’d acknowledged her question. She jogged to his side, trying to meet up with his pace, but hell, she couldn’t. She had to keep jogging to stay beside him and she did just that.