The Female Alpha’s Sanctuary

Chapter 76

Chapter 76 When I met the one woman who managed to stir up my feelings with a simple glance. The consuming sentiment of hope that built up inside me upon seeing her. I was ready to gamble everything I had on this slim, slim chance. But of course, the Moon Goddess is not kind. She is not forgiving. She did not bless me with a mate. I didn’t care about what everyone with us thought. I honest to Go d forgot they were even standing here. I was so caught up in her presence, I lost track of reality. “I’ve seen the results concerning Luna Walker. If you need me to clarify it with the Chancellor as a witness, don’t hesitate to contact me.” My gaze snaps over to Selene. Her face void of any hint of what she was feeling. I had no doubt she felt the same as me, but what were we to do? We weren’t mates. She had one, out there. Someone who was fortunate and had the Moon Goddess’ favor. After all, how could anyone who had someone like her as a mate be anything less than perfect?

She looked at me, giving me a brief nod. “Alpha Locksworth.” I held in the desire to just take her and run. To just lose myself in her. Managing a slow nod, my hands balled into fists. “Alpha Crestfield.” Her eyes left mine to find Weston’s who she gave a silent goodbye to before scanning the rest of us. Turning, her Beta followed close behind. My eyes never trailed away from her as I watched her silhouette disappear from sight. My wolf nudged me to go after her, to just make her mine and stake my claim if she would have me. The desire to do so was incredible. But I wouldn’t. Even when she was completely gone, I kept looking after her. As if she would just suddenly pop backContent © NôvelDrama.Org.

and take hold of my hand. Her scent still lingered in the air, no matter how faint it had become. And I greedily breathed it all in. “Alpha Locksworth, I sincerely apologize for Hestia’s false accusation of you. I will personally handle the matter myself. Once again, I truly do apologize. She stepped out of line,” Walker looked down to Hestia before turning his hardened eyes over to me. “-and I promise you, it will never happen again.” My jaw ticked with amusement. Letting out soft chuckles, I walked over to him. I was already feeling the weight of my aggravation increase from all thats happened. It seemed so appropriate to take it all out now. Weston moved back, knowing better than to interfere.He felt ripples of my anger radiate through the link. I wouldn’t the surprised if the warriors outside felt it. I shoved my hands in my pockets and stood tall, looming over Walker. “I don’t need your promises Walker.” I grit out. I look over to the father-daughter pair and felt my eyes narrow. “Just make sure I never have to see that woman again. That episode of hers in front of the Chancellor cost me, Walker. You’re lucky one good thing came out of this.” The thought of Selene momentarily cleared up my anguish before I shook away the thought. “It would do you well to heed my advice. In fact, include her father. Because believe me, the next time I see either one of their faces, I won’t be so civil.” Throwing one last glance over the two, I turned and strode out the cave. Weston followed close behind, his amusement from the little exchange visible in our bond. He was smirking, feeling smug from my power display against Walker and his pack. He never liked Nightwake to begin with. Ever since the attack on Duskfall, he had groomed a type of hatred for their pack. He called them cowards, traitors and spineless for failing to aid an ally in need. Weston had seen first hand the horrors of what rabid rogues could do, his parents being victims to the rogues currently running free. Xeneron. The master of the rogues. The name I hear him curse every once in a while in our bond. He isn’t aware that sometimes his walls aren’t as tough as he thinks, but

even I don’t call him out on it. “What was that about?” Weston asks me when we get settled in the van. By the time I got out, Selene was already gone. Her scent was blown away by the wind and the only physical proof she was here in the first place was the tire marks on the ground. Looking at Weston before looking away, I fold my arms across my chest. “What do you mean?” I ask him, knowing full well what he was talking about. “The whole ordeal with Crestfield? The whole mate test? The hand holding? The da mned sexual tension? Jesus, Locksworth. I felt that all the way from where I stood.” I glare at him from the corner of my eyes and he immediately raises his hands in mock surrender. “What? I’m only stating the obvious. I was worried you’d be getting it on right then and there. And inside of the Sacred shrine too.” I shake my head, not finding the motivation to argue with him. Weston sighs, and gives me a look.