Out of Duty

Esmere POV

Elisa emerged from where Aamon came from — from the top of the stairs.

She wore a long white dress that flowed with her every move while she carefully went down the stairs.

Every eye on that place was set on her, watching her as if she was the moon goddess descending from heaven.

And Aamon…

Aamon could not hide even an inch of delight on his face — I knew he was so proud of her.

My heart painfully throbbed upon seeing that scene.

Aamon used to give me that kind of glance, but at that time, I was just another werewolf standing there.

“Her name is Elisa,” Aamon introduced her when they reached each other.

“But, Master…” One northern werewolf suddenly talked. “I get you found your mate, but as we already know, we have a Luna now. We already have a northern queen.”

And then, all the northern werewolves there suddenl