His Rogue Luna is a Princess (Mia and Derek) novel Chapter 9

Chapter 9

I swallowed, my fingers curling into my palm. Six years of avoiding the spotlight, of staying out of politics and power struggles. Six years of staying far, far away from Derek.

“Will he be there?” I asked, my voice quieter than I intended.

“He notified us in advance about his absence.” Mason hesitated. “Actually… He hasn’t

attended the Alpha Council meetings—the ones that mandate that Alphas bring their Lunas–the last few years.”

I studied my brother’s expression, searching for any sign of deception, be he met my gaze

head–on.

“Why? I’d think his Luna would revel in attending these things.”

“His Luna?” he asked, puzzled.

“Cassandra.”

“Cassandra Laurent from the Eastern Ridge Pack?” he asked, clarifying.

I nodded.

Mason tilted his head at me. “Derek King isn’t married to Cassandra,” he said. “He’s never

married at all.”

My eyebrows rose in surprise. I wasn’t sure how I felt about that information and was afraid to examine the feeling more closely.

If I didn’t need to worry about seeing Derek…

A part of me hesitated, but another part–one I had buried deep–was curious.

“Alright,” I finally said. “I’ll go.”

“Great!” Mason gave me a big smile. “Let’s represent Moonstone. Together.”

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The grand hall where the Alpha Council gathering was being held was a spectacle of wealth and power, draped in opulence that only the strongest of the packs could afford. Chandeliers cast golden light across the room, illuminating the polished marble floors and the extravagant gowns and suits of the attendees. The scent of power was thick in the air, a potent mix of dominant Alpha presences and the unwavering grace of their Lunas.

I walked beside Mason, my posture poised but guarded. My brother had yet to find his mate and he was one of the most eligible bachelors in our world. Our family was powerful, rich

and well–connected. So of course he drew attention.

Especially with a woman on his arm. I wondered how many people knew that I was his

sister.

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I could feel the weight of a hundred different gazes. Some curious, some speculative. I wasn’t used to being under scrutiny anymore. My life in the shadows had been safe,

comfortable.

This? This felt decidedly the opposite.

Mason, of course, soaked in the attention, greeting fellow Alphas with confidence. I, on the

other hand, retreated as soon as I could to a quiet corner, content to observe from the

shadows. I had no desire to be the center of attention.

I sat down and ordered a cup of tea, sitting back to watch the blended retinue of

werewolves.

And that’s when I heard it.

A woman’s voice, sickeningly familiar and laughing softly as she said his name.

Derek.

My breath caught, and my fingers clenched around the teacup I was holding. Slowly, I

turned.

There he was.

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