"Interesting...I wonder why he did that..." He hummed, furrowing his eyebrows before physically shaking whatever was troubling him from his head. "We can move on. What former pack did you belong to?"I thought about voicing the real reason on why I was pulled from the lineup. I was the Alpha's mate, after all – the rightful Luna to this pack. But I didn't. Alpha Benji clearly didn't want people to know who I was to this pack and I wasn't going to fight him on it.It'll only lead to more embarrassment when I am eventually rejected."The Sandstone Pack." I spoke softly, fondly thinking back to spending my time at my old pack chasing the children through the land after nap time. My time there wasn't perfect, but it was better than here."Beautiful pack grounds there," He hummed, nodding his head. "I see here on your file that you are an Omega. When was the last time you shifted?""Um...I don't know – maybe a year or two?"His dark eyebrows furrowed, looking up from his file with a look o

The remainder of the afternoon quickly came and went. Time flew by while I was entertained by Dotty's antics. She was a character and nothing like her brother. It was refreshing to be around someone in this pack that acted normal and didn't treat me like a pet. She insisted on giving me a full tour of the house, rambling on about how I needed to be comfortable in my new home. Dotty was brave in her tour, throwing open the door of his private office to show me the inside. I managed to convince her to leave his room alone. I didn't want our scents all over his private sectors when I was told to stay away.Dotty's tour eventually came to an end at the living room couch. The hum of the TV provided background noise as we talked over it. Dotty insisted we play a game to get to know each other, which is how we settled on 21 questions."What's your favorite food?" I knew it was a boring question to ask, but I didn't want to overstep my boundaries. Dotty didn't seem like someone who would care

The murmur of conversation in the room halted at my arrival. I was hoping I'd be able to sneak in unannounced, but that seemed to be wishful thinking. It was the same small room where we ate lunch the first time. The only difference this time around was that the round table was completely full, besides the one vacant seat next to Benji whose eyes were already focused on me.He silently motioned me forward and I followed his unspoken command. I focused on the shuffling of my feet as I slid into the seat next to him, trying to ignore all the curious eyes watching my every move. It felt like I was an animal trapped at a zoo, there to entertain the viewers.I shook the thought from my mind, turning my head ever so slightly to face him. "Hi.""Hello." He responded, his blue eyes searching my face for a moment before turning to address the rest of the people sitting at the table. "This is Aria, for anyone who isn't aware."I tried not to zero in on the way he addressed me. He introduced me

To my complete horror, Benji didn't bother to knock on the door. Instead, he flung it open and walked in unannounced as if he built the house from the ground up and owned it. The entry room was empty, only occupied by decorative furniture. The house had a much more modern style compared to Benji's and stood out against the aesthetic of the entire pack.I silently followed him, flinching at the noise the door made once it slammed shut."Benjamin, is that you?" A female voice called from deep in the home. "Stop slamming my doors! This is my house, not yours."It was hard to believe someone in his life actively tries to discipline him. At this point, I was under the impression he was raised by literal wolves. He really didn't have a flare for tableside manners.He snorted, leading us through a long hallway that opened into a spacious living room. "I didn't slam it, mom. It was the wind.""I'm sure it was." She sarcastically responded, coming into view.His mother was much smaller than I

Silent days passed since the dinner with his family. We didn't speak on the drive home. After the altercation with his father, Benji was in a sour mood and just about stormed off as soon as the dessert plates were cleaned off. I had hoped that the weekend would have brought better news – freedom from the house and a taste of independence.He had teased me with his generosity on Friday. Allowing me out of the house not once, but twice.I thought he would be home, taking time off from work on the weekend. But Benji found a way to make himself busy. He was constantly on the phone with someone, arguing about upcoming plans. When he wasn't shouting on his phone in the living room, he hid behind the closed door of his office.I had thought things were getting better. That they were improving. But I was wrong.♕♕♕When you're trapped in a single place for an extended amount of time, you need to find creative ways to entertain yourselves. Gwen and I used to pass the time recounting stories, v