Chapter 69

During the first two months of getting back to Portland, Zayla was nothing but a pampered Luna. Even with the menial tasks that are expected of a Luna, Kayden would assign someone to assist his mate, sometimes even making her sit out completely the task.

“Rome,” Zayla would always find herself laughing every time Kayden calls for one of the elderly to come with her for her assignments as pack Luna, “I’m fine. And because I’m fine, I’ll see you later after I patrol with Irene.” Zayla took the extended hand of the elderly wolf, Irene, who Kayden trusted Zayla with.

“I know. It’s just—” Zayla already knew what the alpha was going to say. It has been a recurring topic, be it in bed, in the dining room, on a day out in the garden, having coffee by the fireplace, or just relaxing on the couch while reading a book or having a nap.

“Just that my trauma is still quite fresh?” Zayla smiled nostalgically. Because she cannot deny it. Her trauma is indeed fresh and the only thi