Chapter6

LOGAN

When I decided to attend this dinner party, it wasn’t because I cared about the event. No, not at all. I came because I wanted to see my mate, my first love, happy with another man, for what I hoped would be the last time.

That was the plan. Simple, clean, and final.

But nothing about tonight turned out as expected.

I’ve been following her for weeks, maybe even months, since the day she rejected me. The rejection didn’t stop me. It only fueled something darker inside me, something restless.

I needed to know everything about her. Who she was now. Who she was getting married to. And when I found out… it made sense. It was justifiable. It didn’t lessen the sting, but it made me admire her even more.

“Alpha Logan,” my special advisor’s voice cut through my thoughts, laced with that same cautious tone he had used countless times before, “are you sure you truly want to attend this dinner? You barely go for events when sent a special invitation, not to talk of one with a general invite. Aren’t you going to appear as common as you always emphasize?”

I glanced at him through the mirror as I tightened the knot of my tie. His words had been on repeat for days, yet the answer remained the same. Only this time, I said it differently.

“I’m not going because my presence is needed,” I growled lowly, my wolf stirring beneath the surface, “I’m going because her presence is needed.”

The silence that followed was thick, heavy with emotions he couldn’t hide. I could see it all, concern, frustration, even pity. But he said nothing more. He knew better.

As I adjusted my cufflinks, he finally broke the silence, his voice softer, almost hesitant. “So… what are you going to do at the dinner? Convince her to accept you? Or just watch her happy with another man?”

The question hit harder than I expected. Sharp. Deep. Like claws raking across old wounds. I swallowed the ache, forcing a smile onto my face. I wouldn’t let him or anyone see the pain.

Truth was, I didn’t know what I would do. But I knew one thing, I would figure it out when I saw her.

I left without my guards. I didn’t need them. My Beta mentioned he might show up later after attending some other function, but I didn’t care. This was something I had to do alone.

The drive to Redmoon Pack was quiet, just me and the constant hum of thoughts I couldn’t escape. It was my first time stepping into their territory, and despite the grandeur of the event, it felt… hollow. Like none of it mattered.

They had reserved a special table for me, out of respect, of course, but I barely noticed. I was too busy scanning the crowd, my wolf restless beneath my skin.

Rumors had reached me that the marriage didn’t happen. But I didn’t plan to come for the wedding, I came for the dinner.

“Excuse me,” I called out to an Omega servant who was busy ushering guests. “Where’s your Luna?”

Her eyes lit up with recognition, excitement flashing across her face. It was the usual reaction to seeing me. I was the most powerful Alpha, after all. She stammered, trying to compose herself, but I had no patience for that.

“Redmoon doesn’t have a Luna for now,” she finally replied, her tone flat, indifferent. Like it didn’t matter.

No Luna? Why?

“Why?” I pressed, my voice low, a growl hidden beneath.

She didn’t answer properly. Too distracted by her awe, too careless to notice the growing tension in my gaze. I dismissed her with a wave. I wouldfind my answers elsewhere.

Then he arrived. Sylvester. Tall, smug, and beside him… a woman. She was short, thin, with sharp features that felt harsh against the soft elegance of the evening. Ugly? Maybe. Or maybe it was just the way I saw her. My wolf recoiled instantly.

Sylvester’s hand rested possessively around her waist as they made their way to the main table, my table. I forced my expression to remain neutral, masking the irritation clawing at my chest. Something was off. I could feel it, taste it like ash in my mouth.

The lady kept sneaking glances at me, her gaze lingering in ways that made my skin crawl. I didn’t return the look.

I didn’t need to. I could already tell what kind of woman she was, desperate, hungry for attention. It disgusted me. She acted just like the Omega servant.

My wolf growled inside me, restless, pushing against my control. The question from earlier echoed in my mind: What am I going to do at the dinner party?

I stood abruptly, not bothering to excuse myself. My wolf was in control now, leading me somewhere, I didn’t know where, but I followed.

My steps carried me outside, past the noise and laughter, towards the boundary of the Red Moon territory. I didn’t question it.

I just moved, my heart racing, my senses sharp. Was it leading me out? It doesn't like the environment?

And then I saw her.

Nora.

She wasn’t inside, laughing or celebrating. She was out here, alone, like she didn’t belong to any of it. Just like the first time I met her, stubborn, fearless, and breathtakingly beautiful.

My chest tightened. The world faded.

She looked at me, her eyes defiant, her posture tense. But beneath all that, I saw it, the flicker of recognition.

When I returned to the table, I was no longer the Alpha who arrived earlier. I was a man on the edge, battling emotions I couldn’t suppress.

“Sylvester,” I called, my voice calm, too calm. “Invite your bride-to-be to join us.”

He didn’t hesitate. He had no idea.

The woman beside him, his mistress, shifted uncomfortably, her fake smile faltering. I watched her squirm, satisfaction curling in my chest. I knew her type.

I immediately understood what transpired in the bathroom was her strategy. I was an Alpha who had many womens throw themselves at me, so I knew what they could do to each other.

Because Sylvester never gave any explanation to this, I intentionally gave the speech on leadership recognizing Nora as Luna which pissed her off once again.

Sylvester needed to learn, but he didn't.

So I did the one thing I knew would send a message.

I took Nora’s hand and led her away, my grip firm, my heart pounding.

Even though she followed me willingly, she fought me every step, her words sharp, her glare sharper. But I didn’t care. I couldn’t stand seeing her suffer. Not anymore.

She only agreed to follow me to make Sylvester and his mistress feel pathetic.

When we reached a private room, the tension snapped. She pushed, I pulled. Words flew like daggers, but none of them mattered.

All I remember is leaning in, driven by something stronger than pride, stronger than rejection.

Did I kiss her?

I don’t know.

All I know is, I wanted to.