*Ethan*
"The Luna is here to see you, My Alpha," Thatcher announces.
At the desk in my library the following afternoon, I look up from the note I had been penning to my mother. Thatcher continues to refer to her as the Luna, although she has not been the Luna for many years, not since she married a commoner. But for Thatcher, who had been in her employ long before he was in mine, she would always remain the Luna.
"Inform her that I am not at home." I mumble.
Thatcher merely looks at me.
I sigh. "You are in my employ now, Thatcher, not hers."
"She is your mother." He says.
"I am well aware." But our relationship has been strained for years. It is difficult for me to be with her and not reveal what I suspect, what I know, what I have seen. I have lost count of the number of times I ha
