Chapter 304: _ Life In The Packhouse
A week ago, she found out she was pregnant and has been raving about it. This jeopardizes Axel’s quest for the Alpha’s position and puts Álvaro at an advantage.
I knew that and it saddens me. I had been putting more pressure on getting pregnant myself. Though it was selfish, I had been silently praying to the goddess that Camilla’s child turned out to be a girl.
In the afternoons, Luna Ana gave us both lessons. Cooking. Hosting. Old-fashioned Luna training, she called it.
But really, it was her way of shaping us—testing which of us would endure.
Camilla whined and scoffed and left halfway through most days, always claiming a "headache" or "urgent spa appointment." I stayed. I asked questions. I cut my fingers more times than I could count, but I kept learning.
"Muy bien, María," the Luna said today, wiping her hands and examining my pastry dough. "This is almost as soft as your heart."
I smiled quietly, grateful for her warmth. But across the table, Camilla rolled her eyes so hard I thought they might fall out.
"Please," she muttered, "next thing you’ll be naming a holiday after her."
Luna Ana didn’t even blink. "Perhaps. She’s earned it."
Camilla made a sound in her throat like she’d just swallowed poison.
"You know," she snapped, tossing her apron on the table, "I didn’t come here to watch you coddle her."
"And yet you came late, leave early, and still think I’m coddling anyone?" The Luna’s voice didn’t rise, but it froze the room. "Camilla, being born with a title doesn’t mean you deserve to wear it."