The Alpha's Stolen Luna

Kaya

I brace myself for the inevitable—the familiar look of disappointment, the shift in demeanor, the unspoken but unmistakable judgment. I’ve seen it too many times before. The moment people realize I don’t have a wolf, they decide I’m not worth their time.

But once again, Samantha surprises me.

"No wonder," she muses, casually pouring more wine into our glasses. "Sunny couldn’t sense you. She found it weird. So you can’t shift, huh? That’s... an interesting turn of events."

Her tone is thoughtful, not mocking. Not pitying. Just curious.

I tighten my grip around the glass, my fingers pressing into the smooth surface. Here it comes. The moment she realizes I don’t belong here. That I’m not like the others—strong, capable, worthy. This is a pack of warriors. There’s no space for someone like me.

But Samantha doesn’t pull away.

Instead, she leans in, her expression steady, her lips curving into a reassuring smile. "Hey, relax," she says, her voice as smooth as the wine in my glass. "If Alpha Magnus brought you here, it means he saw something in you that others didn’t. I trust his judgment. So you should, too."

Something inside me loosens, just a little. Maybe it’s the warmth of the alcohol settling in my stomach, or maybe it’s the sincerity in her voice, but for the first time since I arrived here, I don’t feel like I’m teetering on the edge of rejection.

No, I don’t fully believe her—I still don’t know why Magnus brought me here. But since he did, maybe... just maybe... I deserve to stay.

And for the first time, I choose to be honest.

"Samantha," I say carefully, my voice quieter now, my gaze searching hers. "Can you keep a secret?"