My fingers tightened around the phone. I couldn’t help but notice how fake this was.
Mum was never interested in my personal life. Heck, she’s never even given me the usual lectures mothers give to their girl child-stay away from boys, else you’ll get pregnant.
I doubted she even knew who my closest friends were.
Sometimes, I am thankful for Kester’s persistence in keeping me away from boys. He played the role of a father, a mother, a savior, and a protector to me while growing up.
Alpha Kade had been doing a great job at parenting, too. And he’s been a good husband to my mother.
But Kester?
Kester wore the crown.
“Mrs. Jorja Kade,” 1 drawled, my voice thick with sarcasm. “Since when have you become so interested in my life?
Well, if you must know, I am doing perfectly fine. Thanks for caring to ask… this once.”
I knew my words landed because, for a moment, she went lent.
Then, like flipping a switch, she bounced back.
“I’m sorry, baby. One day, you’ll understand why things have been this way. It isn’t easy leading a pack,” she sighed dramatically, then added, “I am still Luna, at least until Kester finally marries June.”
The statement slammed into me like a blow to the ribs, even though it was a truth I knew.
I think I’d feel better just knowing than ‘hearing’ someone talk about it..
No, Kasmine. You have no right to feel jealous… I kept repeating the mantra in my head. Kester wasn’t my mate. He was just a thrill. 9)
I forced a scoff. “Tell me about it,” I muttered, rolling my eyes as if she could see me, my fingers tightening around the necklace on my neck. A gift from Kester I had grown fond of
‘Anyway, I called to share some news with you,” she brushed off the topic as if it wasn’t important. And yes, it’s never been important to her.
“I knew it. Shoot.”
“Alpha Jaden is back in the country!” She sounded thrilled. Giddy, even.
I blinked at the ceiling.
Okay… and?
I had heard her and Alpha Kade mention him a few times inpassing.
Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack. Twenty-six. Successful in the business world. Had an empire spread across the globe.
Wow.
I didn’t even realize I knew that much about him.
Guess that’s what happens when your parents practically worshipped a man like he was the Moon Goddess reincarnated.
“Are you there?” Mom’s voice snapped me back when I didn’t respond.
“Yeah, Mum. Well… welcome to him.” I said.
Definitely not the response she expected from me.
“We’ve set up a date for you two this weekend,” she announced, her tone breezy like she was discussing the weather. “Come to the packhouse as soon as you touch down from the Maldives.” She ordered, and I sat up so fast that the room spun.
Yes. It was an order. What else should I call it? Arranging a date for me and ordering me to be present for it?
I felt like laughing in her face. It had to be a joke.
“What the hell are you saying, mum? I’m not going on any date with anyone!” I let out an incredulous laugh, my brows pinching together in irritation.
“It’s not up for negotiation, darling. Stop trying to put up a fight,” she said, and before I could even as much as breathe, she dropped the call on me.
I stared at the screen, fingers curled so tightly around my phone I thought it might crack.
Of course, she hung up.
Because that’s what she always did.
Dictate. Dismiss. Disconnect.
KESTER.
One of the things that woke me up so early this morning was going to get a new phone. I felt empty.
Before even trying to unbox my new phone, I stepped into the bathroom, ran a hot shower, and doused myself in the kind of cologne that smelled like power-clean, expensive, and dominant.
No matter what was happening or how the world around me crumbled, I never skipped my morning routine. Looking and smelling like a man in control wasn’t just a habit. It was a standard.
I sat at the edge of the bed, unwrapping the phone I got. I think I need to start thinking about including the production of gadgets like phones and laptops in my company.
I mean… The demand for such gadgets is very high, too. My company focuses on servicing the needs of the high and mighty. How about we also service the needs of the upcoming generation? These young folks can’t go without social media. And what devices do they use for it?
There. I got my answer.
Influence was a currency I liked having in abundance.
I’ll call Ryhs and get him to start the necessary preparations for this new venture.
The phone pinged and came on. I didn’t hesitate to log into my accounts, and in less than a moment, everything was up and running, looking just like my old phone.
Within seconds, a flood of notifications poured in. Messages Emails. Business.
Fuck… I began to scroll through them one at a time.
Thirty-two out of forty-five messages from none other than my father-each one another useless sermon about. June, June, fucking June.
I exhaled sharply, resisting the urge to toss the phone across the room. This man had a way of repeating himself like a broken record, and if he thought nagging me into submission would work, he was dumber than I gave him credit for.
I skimmed past his texts, irritation thick in my chest, and moved to the next notification.
Beta Lance.
And immediately, my hands froze. A wave of slow, burning anger curled inside me.
I shot up from my bed, my eyes scanning the text over and over again, almost as if re-reading it could change the information I was looking at.
Beta Lance: “Kester, there is a problem… Karina is back.”
KESTER.
Fucking bitch!
I thought she was dead or something.
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