His Rogue Luna novel Chapter 5

My mind wandered over the raven haired man with the icy eyes. His presence demanded respect and he oozed power. I was sure he was the alpha.

My chest tugged and I was filled with a familiar dull ache.

"What of the others in the prisons? Do they get the same treatment as I?" I asked. His smile fell, giving way to a stern expression.

"That's a matter you must take up to the alpha. I can no longer intervene in that boy's decisions," he muttered. He let go of my arm and stepped back.

"Someone will be here to fetch you for dinner. You can freshen up until then," With a nod of his head, he left the room, closing the door behind him with a soft click. I waited for the sound of the door being locked but was surprised when I didn't hear any.

I had so many questions right now.

I looked around the room, my feet automatically headed towards the glass wall at the back. It offered a great view of snowy forest and I could spot several cabin homes nestled in the trees. A massive frozen lake gleamed under the sun.

It was truly a winter wonderland.

Feeling tired from all the questions spinning in my head, I headed towards the bed. It was soft yet firm and I sighed a little, not having slept on such a luxurious bed before. I curled under the soft sheets and closed my eyes, dozing off into a dream filled with blue eyes and black hair.

A knock on the door jolted me from my sleep. Rubbing my face, I got up and opened the door. A small petite girl stood there, shuffling awkwardly from foot to foot.

"The alpha requests your presence in the family dining hall. I am here to escort you there," she stated. Her eyes remained glued to the ground.

"Uh okay. Just give me a second to clean up," I smiled. "Please, come in and sit down. You don't have to stand there you know," I chuckled. I stepped back to let her in and after a moment's hesitation she scurried in and stood in the middle of the room.

I ran a hand through my thick and long hair. It almost reached my hips and was overdue on a trim. I hadn't cut it in so many years and it was getting quite unruly.

"What's your name?" I asked, carefully twisting my hair into a bun. A few loose strands framed my face.

"Amelia, Ma'am," she squeaked.

"Just call me Artemis. That's my name," I insisted. I quickly headed to the bathroom, washing my face and rinsing my mouth.

"Okay. Let's get this over with," I muttered to my reflection. I needed to know what this pack wanted with me. I was wary of their kindness so far and was not looking forward to meeting the alpha.

After all, I was a rogue and they were the Phantom Pack.

As we walked down the stairs and through a couple of hallways, we came to a stop in front of the dining room.

The handsome stranger that plagued my dreams sat there at the end of an impressive mahogany table. His back was straight and his posture stiff. His face was completely stoic and impassive. As soon as I entered, his icy blue gaze snapped to me, looking me up and down.

The dress suddenly felt inappropriate.