No Jealousy Left, Alpha
After I lost the baby, I gave up everything my mate, Alpha Rhydian, hated.
I stopped using our bond to sense where he was.
I could sleep soundly even when he didn't come back to our bedroom all night.
I didn't even tell him when a rogue's silver blade sliced my arm during a border skirmish.
The pack doctor told me to notify my family. I just answered calmly, "I don't have a family."
The doctor recognized me. "You're the Luna. Alpha Rhydian is at headquarters. Should I inform him?"
I shook my head gently. "No, don't."
But half an hour later, Rhydian came anyway.
His tall frame cast a shadow over me, his voice ice-cold. "You're hurt. Why didn't you call me through the mind link?"
I lowered my eyes. "It's just a scratch. No need to bother the Alpha."
A low growl rumbled in his chest. The air crackled with his fury.
He was about to speak when a guard whispered outside the door, "The Alpha cares so much for Isla. She just pricked her finger on a rose thorn, and he gave her the pack's most precious moonlight herb."
I saw his jaw clench. His gray-blue eyes shot to me, searching for the jealous rage I always used to show.
I gave him nothing. Not even a blink. I just leaned back against the cheap hospital pillows and closed my eyes.
But Rhydian's composure finally shattered.