Longing For My Rejected Luna novel Chapter 71

*****Erika’s POV*****

“What would you like to drink?” We were seated at the round table in the meeting room.

I had chosen that over the throne and sofa in the big room that could easily hold fifty to sixty persons. Every part of this mansion was big and luxurious.

“No I’m good.” He opposed.

“I like to offer my guests something to wet their throat, especially if they have come a long way to see me. So please, allow me do this, Alpha Robertson.” I insisted, wearing my formal smile.

He looked from me to Kat as though he was wondering why she was seated beside me. What was he expecting? For just the both of us to be locked in a room? And do what? Kiss and make up?

If that was what he was here for, then he had a long thing coming for him. I was no longer that Erika of Moon Forest, that girl was long gone. This was Erika of Iron Claw and I was in my territory.

“Alright, if you insist.” He nodded.

“Thank you.” I nodded too. I turned to the maid who had been patiently standing beside me waiting for his response. “Go get him a cup of…is coffee good? Or you need something strong?” I knew he liked to drink whiskey but I was no longer his wife to decide those choices for him.

I would not assume a position I had been chased from. Humiliated and embarrassed beyond my imagination. I willed those memories away.

“Whiskey is fine, if you’re not bothered by it.” He said.

I frowned a bit. Why would I be bothered by his choice of drink? He meant nothing to me, we were nothing to each other…not anymore. The bond had been dissolved and the marriage annulled.

“No, Alpha. You’re free.” I turned to the maid. “Bring him a decanter of whiskey and a glass.”

“Yes, Alpha.” The maid bowed.

Out of the corner of my eyes, I noticed Alexander’s brows slightly raised in shock over the mention of Alpha the maid had called me. He was still finding it hard to believe over the fact I was being called Alpha.

“Get us a bottle of wine and two glasses, please.” Kat told the maid. “Tell another maid to help you with the trays and drinks.”

“Yes, My Lady.” She bowed and went away to do as she had been instructed.

“So, what brings you to my pack, Alpha Robertson?” I fixed my stare on him, waiting his reaction when I called this pack mine.

“Uhmm. I…” He looked lost for awhile.

I wanted to laugh but I held myself. That would had been un-Alpha of me — if that was even a word — and I did not want to look that way to him. I wanted to keep my aura, and let him sniff the authority and power that was oozing off of me.

“Please, I’d suggest you speak up as I have some other important duties to attend to.” I was proud of myself in that moment. The tone had been firm and powerful.

He was ruthless when I knew him and I would not think he would be this scared of engaging in a war. What had changed? Was there something he was not telling me? I could feel his fear, as though he was desperate to be rid of this chaos he was experiencing his pack.

“Yes, I know Erika…”

I raised a brow. “It’s Alpha Blackwood. Pay me the same respect I’ve been paying to you.”

“Sorry, Alpha Blackwood.” He corrected.

“Thank you. So, what exactly do you need me to do for you concerning this war?” I asked again.

“I need your help.” He stated.

Almighty Alexander needed help? Wonderful! How the tables had turned. He would never have believed it if he was ever told that he would come back to me to ask for help. Well, he technically was not aware he was going to meet me but now that he had, there was no choice for him.

“I do not know how you rule your pack but I have a rule.” I informed him.

“What rule?”

“I do not help packs that are troublesome. So, Alpha Robertson, if you have started this war, then I can not help you.”