Rise of the Rejected Luna - Chapter 49

Chapter 49: _A Pack Of Traitors
When we finally arrived at one of the gardens in the estate… The same one where Phoebe and I had begun our sinful affair the other night, we sat down on one of the benches.

Her maid, Miranda, stood quietly behind us.

Phoebe was awkwardly silent, trying hard not to look at me.

Wanting to let her open up more, I glanced at the maid. “Dear, please be a darling and go fetch us some snacks. Probably iced tea for me.”

The girl nodded, bowing her head slightly before she scurried away.

My gaze followed her as a mischievous grin curled up my lips.

‘Go spread as much gossip as possible, my seed of chaos.’ I thought to myself, already feeling the power of the spell I implanted in the maid coming to life again.

Just then, Phoebe sighed, hitting my shoulder lightly. “Are you crazy? What made you pick this garden out of all the gardens in this estate?”

She looked around warily as if she was half expecting someone to jump out of nowhere and accuse us of infidelity.

A teasing smirk played on my lips as I placed my arm over the bench, fixing my gaze on Phoebe. “Can you relax? I picked this particular garden because it seems to be the most serene and private.”

Her face reddened at the word ‘private’.

She hurriedly looked away, mumbling a few curses under her breath as I chuckled.

“What are you thinking about, honey?” I asked.

However, to my surprise, she got up, seemingly about to walk away. “I’m just realizing that this meeting was a mistake. I don’t know what I was thinking agreeing to meet with–”

“The man you cheated on your mate and husband with?” I completed her statement knowingly, a light chuckle escaping my mouth. “Is that all I am to you, Phoebe? A one-time mistake? Aren’t I qualified to be a friend?”

She pouted her lips but didn’t say anything, instead staring intently at me.

If she’d been sitting close to me, I would’ve thought that she wanted to kiss me because of how intense the look in her eyes was.

But she eventually looked away, shaking her head. “Kaene is not my husband, Beta Negan. He–”

“Oh, but he is.” I corrected her. “At least, in werewolf culture anyway. The Moon’s Chosen ceremony was essentially the werewolf equivalent of the two of you getting married.”

She seemed taken aback, making me wonder how I knew more about werewolf culture than her.

However, she soon folded her arms in front of her chest with a cold harrumph. “Well, I guess you can also say that what Kaene did to me that night, rejecting me in the presence of almost everyone in the pack, was the werewolf equivalent of leaving me at the altar.”

I chuckled at the way she explained it, watching with interest at her gaze which softened when she saw me laughing.

Hehe… Sweet, naive, Phoebe.

She was neck-deep in my honey trap.

“Anyway, let’s get back to business.” I waved my hand dismissively when I’d laughed to my satisfaction, patting the space beside me for her to sit.

She rolled her eyes, grumbling before she sat.

As soon as she sat down, I brought out some papers in an envelope in my suit, handing them over to her.

“What are these?” She asked cluelessly, opening the envelope and bringing out the papers.

I responded calmly. “Those are detailed lists of your duties as pack Luna. They should be enough of a guide moving forward and will also make our interactions concerning pack politics less hectic.”

She nodded her understanding, skimming through the papers with keen interest.

However, the more she read, the deeper her frown became until I was forced to chime in.

“Can you lessen the frowning, honey? It lessens your beauty.” I found it to be a harmless joke.

But she raised her head away from the papers, glaring at me. “So you nobles throw several parties like that Luna Ball every month?” She queried.

I arched an eyebrow, shrugging. “Uh, yes? Parties like that help nobles and higher members of werewolf societies to create connections and make allies. It has been that way for centuries.”

She nodded, chuckling dryly. “Of course, you do. I don’t think you realize how much of this money used in throwing these meaningless parties could go a long way in helping the lower class?”

Oh, she had no idea.

I’d harbored thoughts like her back when I still saw myself as part of werewolf society.

But now… I couldn’t give a rat’s ass what happened to the lower class.

Still, I had to keep up my kind facade, smiling wryly. “Trust me, Phoebe, I do. But these things are part of pack tradition. We can’t do anything about them.”

She gazed at me for a while before placing the papers into the envelope.

The conversation had brought an awkward air, and no one said anything for minutes; the only sound that could be heard was the chirping of birds flying around.

However, the silence didn’t last long as before I could say something quirky, I picked up the sound of leaves rustling.

Someone was here.

“The Alpha has gone out of hand, Sir.” A male voice that I recognized instantly seemed to be speaking to someone in a low tone.

When his voice seemed to be getting closer, I grabbed Phoebe, who seemed to be a little panicked, and dragged her with me into a nearby bush.

“Ugh, not again.” She lamented as our bodies were pressed together under the bush but I placed my hand over her mouth, shushing her.

The best part was yet to come.

“He’s taking this pack’s name down the mud. First by accepting that servant girl as his mate.” The man continued ranting.

It was apparent that he was on a phone call.

Meanwhile, Phoebe’s face showed her displeasure at his words but my hand on her mouth prevented her from going out there and doing something stupid.

“His incompetence in the face of the events at the Luna Ball last night was the final straw. He needs to go down if we want to get this pack back to its former glory.” The man uttered coldly.

And there it was.

A beautiful example of the seed of chaos taking root in these despicable wolves.

Suddenly, Phoebe gasped as realization dawned on her face. “That’s Delta Asher’s voice.”