His Rogue Luna novel Chapter 19

"As do you," I replied. It was true. His black fitted suit defined his muscular build and the colour really made his black hair stand out.

"This dinner is important, I hope you know what you're doing," he murmured quietly so no one else would hear.

"Of course I do," I hissed back. His words were honestly an insult.

Before he could reply with something unkind, a voice interrupted him.

"Dinner is served!"

As Gen had told me, Aurelius and I sat at the head of the table, side by side. It was sad how happy the pack seemed at us being mates and ruling together. Did they know their leader was a fraud?

Thankfully, I was soon distracted from my depressing thoughts by the food.

As I chewed the meal, I let my mind wander, thinking back to the interaction with the strange man that occurred only a few hours ago.

His deep brown eyes and his diamond shaped face looked so similar to Sophia and I was wondering if he was related to her.

Also, in my dream, it appeared that Cynthia was the name of of Sophia and Mica's daughter and that man had called me that.

Did that mean what I think it did?

Suddenly, I was very eager to leave the dinner and find that man. I had a lot of questions that needed answering.

"Luna, are you alright?" Someone asked.

Snapping out of my thoughts, I turned to the voice, finding a concerned pack warrior.

"Yes I'm fine. Just a little tired after the long day I've had," I was hoping to use my exhaustion as an excuse to escape this dinner.

"Tired, from doing what?" Another asked. I turned to the new speaker, already hating the smirk on her lips. She had green snake like eyes that were so full of disdain. I didn't bother hiding my irritation at her.

"That's none of your concern, Pack Member," I dismissed, enjoying how she scowled at my demeaning tone. Aurelius next to me cleared his throat, catching my attention.

Aside from occasional small talk with the warriors, he had remained relatively silent during the whole meal. I'd occasionally feel his eyes drilling into the side of my skull but chose to ignore it.

"Her name is Aerin. Her family and mine have a lot of history together," he muttered. Despite his quiet tone, everyone at the table had no doubt heard with their heightened hearing.

Aerin smiled smugly, as if that's what she wanted all along and I had to grind my teeth painfully to avoid snapping and growling at her.

Something about her rubbed me the wrong way entirely.

Her blood red lips were pursed, the colour matching her fiery hair and her dress. She was stunning and with the amount of red she wore, I was surprised I hadn't seen her before.

"That's Tatiana Graeme. Her family is related to the Alpha's," Gen whispered to me. I nodded gratefully towards her, deciding to save my burning questions for later.

The so called Tatiana kept her gaze on me, her otherwise beautiful eyes tainted with a resentment that surprised me. I was just glad my mind was preoccupied with familiar brown ones so I didn't lash out at her blatant disrespect.

The rest of the dinner passed by in a blur. I nodded and hummed and greeted and smiled and chatted with nameless, faceless people until the crowd dwindled down and I was eventually left alone with my so called mate.

"That went well," he spoke, plopping onto the sofa. He threw off his jacket and uncuffed his shirt. I admired him for a moment, my eyes roaming over his features. His once gelled back hair looked messy with a lock of hair sitting on his forehead. His eyes revealed he enjoyed this gathering as much as I did, which was not at all.

"You did well Artemis," the sound of my name from his lips warmed me more than it should and the way the corners of his lips were upturned gave me the butterflies. I quickly pushed away those feelings.

"I'm glad. I have to be a good actress considering the stakes are pretty high for me, paying with my life and all," I spoke with a forced and overly sweet smile.

His face fell and he looked away with a clenched jaw before standing up abruptly.

"I'm going to bed," he declared before disappearing up the stairs. I used this moment to head to the empty kitchen and slip out the back door unnoticed. I walked around the back of the house, looking around for that familiar figure.

The man that appeared was not the one that had approached me earlier, but I still recognised him. He was the warrior I had locked eyes that day I had stumbled into the training area.