Alpha Asher waved away my concerns, assuring me that no secrets were lurking in the shadows. He had laid bare everything, from the past to the present, leaving me with no reason to ask further.
As Beatrice was already six, she was set to begin her first training session.
Alpha Asher and I had carefully arranged everything, entrusting the elders with this important task.
Before she stepped into this new chapter, the healer needed to assess her health to ensure she was ready and free from any complications.
Alpha Asher was buried in his responsibilities this week, so I took Beatrice to the infirmary by myself.
As we walked, Beatrice suddenly blurted out, “Dad won’t let me cut my hair. I think short hair is cool, but long hair feels uncomfortable.”
Since last week, Beatrice had been under Alpha Asher’s care, freeing me to fully attend to my responsibilities as Luna of Moon Valley.
Even though I desperately wanted to cater to my daughter’s wishes, I knew Alpha Asher would be livid.
Since I didn’t want to upset her, I offered a soft reassurance, “As your mother, it truly doesn’t bother me. While we’re here in the infirmary, I need you to play along, okay? We just want to ensure you’re prepared for your training.”
Beatrice didn’t hesitate to agree. I guided her to the infirmary, where the healer, thorough in his examination, stressed the need for precision. He informed us that the results would take three days to a week to be finalized.
Afterward, I took Beatrice to a nearby salon, where she eagerly transformed her hair into the chic short style she had always wanted.
When we returned to the pack mansion, I anticipated Alpha Asher would be thrilled by Beatrice’s new look. However, that hope instantly shattered as soon as he looked at her. His face darkened, and a storm of fury ignited in his gaze.
In a voice that echoed like thunder, he roared, “Vienna, who gave you the authority to cut Beatrice's hair?!”
Beatrice, frightened by his wrath, instinctively hid behind me, peering out nervously at Alpha Asher’s furious glare.
It left me speechless. I knew how heavy Alpha Asher's responsibilities weighed on him. Yet, this reaction felt like a storm brewing out of nowhere.
I took a deep breath and explained, “Beatrice mentioned that long hair was uncomfortable, so I allowed her to cut it. She prefers it short. It’s not your hair, so why are you so upset?”