Chapter 8 Respect
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The whole night I was tossing and turning on his comfortable bed.
Even though the room was everything I wanted, still I couldn’t sleep.
Because anticipation of his next move was killing me slowly.
Every second was no less than a dagger hanging on my throat.
I slept for an hour and woke up again early, but kept laying inside the room.
But when I thought I could not take it anymore, I gave up and went outside the room.
When I was going down the stairs, I heard whispers but found no one.
But I could smell the scent of several wolves, but they were distant.
I entered the living room, my step cautious as I was a little afraid of Xander’s retaliation. But it was empty, there was no one there.
I glanced toward the couch, the cushions still bore the imprints of his body. He must have slept here last night. I inched closer to the couch, his scent lingered on the couch and I couldn’t help myself but lean into the warm scent.
I sat on the same couch and unconsciously sniffed the blanket, a wild energy thrummed inside my body.
My wolf, Lana perked up inside me.
My p***y throbbed, thinking about the feel of his hands on my body.
As I was so lost in my thoughts, I was startled by the sound of laughter.
I was so lost in Xander’s touch that I didn’t notice when servants entered the room.
All of them moved gracefully, their footstep soft, as if they didn’t want to disturb my stolen moments.
I blushed, all the blood rushed to my cheek and I stood up abruptly.
They went to the dining table and I followed them.
After eating breakfast, when I was about to leave and go back to my room.
One of the maids stopped me, “Luna, Alpha has left a message for you. He’s taken up upon himself to give you the tour of the Pack. I hope you can get ready and meet him at the hall.”
I was a little surprised by this news because he didn’t tell me anything about the tour, but then I also realized that I didn’t give him any chance.
I was at fault, this time.
A swirl of excitement and curiosity washed over me as I contemplated the prospect of exploring the pack's territory with him. It was a chance to learn more about his world, and to understand the responsibilities that weighed upon his shoulders.
"Thank you," I replied to the servant, offering her a grateful smile.
I dressed in my beautiful midnight knee length dress and headed towards the hall. My chestnut coloured hair fell on my shoulders, making me look beautiful.
All along the way, pack members greeted me with respect and asked me about my well-being.
I felt loved in this pack.
I noticed Xander was engaged in conversation with his Beta Mason. They were discussing something very serious.
As I was looking at him, his eyes landed on me and my breath hitched.
His eyes roved over my body, appreciation clear in his eyes, but it was clouded with something else.
Maybe possession.
Whatever conversation he was having with Mason ended the exact moment his eyes landed on me, in four long strides he was standing in front of him.
My heart beat radically, waiting for the lashing but instead, I was greeted with a warm hug.
He closed the difference between us, and I could feel his hard length digging into my abdomen.
“Don’t think that I forgot what you did to me last night,” he whispered against my skin, and my knees buckled.
My pulse quickened, his warm breath fanned across my neck, and in another second he broke the hug.
For everyone witnessing this scene, they felt that it was a loving couple, little did they know the truth behind our relationship. And that truth would remain a well-guarded secret, hidden beneath the facade of affection.
Smirking Xander held my hand and took me on a tour of his pack.
As we arrived at the school, I noticed that it was a hive of activity. Everyone was engaged in some kind of activity, it was refreshing, a stark contrast to my school. Where the roles were gender divided.
What surprised me the most was the sight of Omegas not only attending but actively participating as teachers, mentors, and students. It was a far cry from the rigid hierarchy I was used to, where Omegas were relegated to menial tasks and servitude. Here, their roles were not predetermined by their status, but by their abilities and aspirations.
Not only that when we reached the hospital, there were many Alphas who were working under Omegas. This changed power play filled me with curiosity.
"It's not just about strength," Xander said, his voice carrying a touch of sincerity. "It's about giving everyone a fair chance to grow, to excel in their own way. In the end, the strength of a pack lies in the strength of its members, not just its Alpha." He must have noticed my changed expressions and I was glad he told me this.
I couldn't help but feel a sense of awe and admiration for the way things worked within this pack. It was a place where social status didn't determine your destiny; your intelligence, skills, and determination did.
I looked at Xander and smiled at him, he was a leader and I had indeed misjudged him.
Xander wasn't a cold-hearted enigma; he was a leader who believed in a better future, a future where everyone had the opportunity to rise above their circumstances and shine. And in that moment, I felt a deep sense of respect and admiration for the Alpha of the Silver Moon Pack, a man who was not only protecting the weak but empowering them to become strong in their own right.
He looked at me and I averted my eyes, afraid that he caught me staring at him.
After touring the wolf pack, Xander held my hand, and I noticed we seemed to be taking a familiar route.
"What's our next destination?" I asked curiously.
"Our home," Xander said.
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