10. Whispers In The Kitchen (3)

The weight of his words settled over me like a shadow, dark and insistent. The Alpha wants me to spy on the Luna. My pulse quickened at the thought, a mix of dread and forbidden excitement twisting in my gut.

Serving her up close was one thing betraying her secrets to him felt like stepping into a wolf's den blindfolded. But refusing? That wasn't an option. Not with his golden eyes boring into me, demanding loyalty above all.

Thorne's voice cut through the silence, low and commanding. “I will be away for pack patrol from tomorrow and will be back the next day or in two days at most. I have informed her that I am assigning you to her, so this will be an avenue for you to find out. Can you do that? Can you find out in two days who it is?”

I swallowed hard, my knees aching against the cold stone floor of the study. The room smelled of aged wood and the faint musk of his dominance, torches flickering shadows across the shelves of ancient tomes.

“I will try my best, Alpha,” I whispered, my voice steadier than I felt.

His lip curled, a flash of impatience crossing his scarred features. He leaned forward, elbows on the desk, his broad shoulders casting me in deeper shadow.

“I don't need you to try your best. I need to know you can do it, or I would just assign someone else as her personal maid.”

Panic flared hot in my chest, no, I couldn't lose this chance, not after everything. The proximity to the Luna, to power, to whatever twisted pleasures might come with it. “No, Alpha,” I said quickly, lifting my chin just enough to meet his gaze. “I can do it. I will find out who the person is.”

A slow, approving rumble escaped his throat, like gravel underfoot. He nodded once, sharp and final. “Good. You may leave.”

I rose on trembling legs, bowing deeply before backing toward the door, my heart hammering. The study's heavy oak clicked shut behind me, leaving me alone in the dim corridor of the pack house.

The air felt cooler out here, but my skin burned with the weight of the task ahead. Spy on the Luna, Elowen, with her pale skin and commanding presence that had already drawn me in during that morning's haze of lust. And now, I'd be her shadow, her servant, her betrayer. Tomorrow couldn't come soon enough... or too soon.

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The first light of dawn filtered through the heavy curtains of the Alpha's chamber, casting a golden haze over the stone walls and the massive bed piled with furs. My hands trembled slightly as I balanced the breakfast tray, fresh bread, smoked meats, and a pot of steaming tea, my mind still reeling from last night's command in the study. Spy on the Luna. Report her secrets. But now, as her newly assigned personal maid, my role began today, with Thorne's departure looming.

I approached the thick oak door, the scent of polished wood and lingering musk from the night before making my stomach twist. Knocking softly, I waited, heart pounding.

“Step in,” came Thorne's deep rumble from within.

Pushing the door open with my shoulder, I entered, the tray steady in my grip. There they were Luna Elowen wrapped around Alpha Thorne, her arms clinging to his broad back, her pale cheek pressed against his chest.

He stood shirtless, his scarred muscles rippling under her touch, clad only in loose trousers that hung low on his hips. The air was thick with their intimacy, a reminder of the wild scene I'd witnessed before.

I bowed my head immediately, murmuring, “Good morning, Alpha, Luna,” and moved to set the tray on the side table. But my foot caught on the edge of a rug, and the tray slipped from my hands. Plates clattered to the floor, bread scattering, tea spilling in a dark puddle. Heat flooded my face…so stupid.

Thorne's golden eyes flicked to me, unamused but not angry. He disentangled himself from Elowen with a gentle hand on her shoulder. “Clean that up later,” he said, his voice firm. Then, turning to me fully, he added, “You are to do anything the Luna demands of you while I am away. Understand?”

I dropped to my knee in a hasty bow, avoiding his gaze. “Yes, Alpha.”

Elowen stepped closer to him, her dark hair tousled, a silk robe barely concealing the curves I'd seen bared in passion before.

She ran her fingers down his arm, her voice soft and laced with longing. “I am going to miss you.”

Thorne cupped her chin, tilting her face up. “I will only be away for a day or two.” He leaned down, capturing her lips in a deep kiss, his hand sliding to the small of her back to pull her flush against him.

I averted my eyes, but the wet sounds of their mouths meeting echoed in the quiet room, stirring unwelcome heat between my thighs.

When they parted, Elowen's eyes sparkled with mischief. She glanced at me sidelong, a sly smile curving her lips. “Perhaps she should give you a farewell one to make you come back sooner.”

My breath caught. What?

Thorne raised an eyebrow, but before he could respond, Elowen turned fully to me, her command slicing through the air like a whip. “Come. Come and suck my husband's cock so he can come back quicker.”

I froze, my pulse thundering in my ears. The Alpha's trousers tented already, the outline of his thick length straining against the fabric. Elowen's gaze pinned me, expectant, dominant, no room for hesitation.

This was my duty now, anything she demanded. And beneath it all, the spy's thrill, get close, observe, report.

Swallowing hard, I crawled forward on my knees, the spilled tea soaking into my skirt. Thorne didn't move, his stance wide, watching me with those piercing eyes.

Elowen stepped aside, her hand trailing down his chest to tug at the waistband of his trousers, freeing his cock. It sprang out, heavy and veined, the head already glistening with pre-cum, as thick as my wrist.