Reality snapped back into focus as Roan gritted his teeth in frustration. "Well, suit yourself."
I didn't attend the gathering, but I hadn't expected him to take Tracy instead. My phone buzzed incessantly as I worked on Luna's responsibilities in the office. Reluctantly, I checked social media and was bombarded with pictures from the Wolf gathering. Tracy was everywhere, seemingly enjoying herself with Roan and other Alphas, blending in effortlessly.
Odd enough, Beta Gavin was not in the pictures. Perhaps, he refused to accommodate the Alpha again. Sometimes I found myself scolding him because he seemed like he did not care about serving the Alpha at all. But that stubbornness never failed to amaze me.
Now that I was looking at the tweets, I couldn't help but wonder, why didn't you become his Luna instead of me, Tracy?
One image stood out: Alpha Roan carrying Tracy like a princess across the lawn, her cheek pressed against his chest. It was a scene that elicited cheers and adoration from onlookers, who showered them with compliments and praises for being a perfect match.
Unable to ignore what I had seen, I reluctantly joined the chorus, commenting on one of the photos, "Perfect match." A single clapping emoji punctuated my indifferent acknowledgment.
I closed the app and silenced my phone. I also shut my mindlink. I just wanted peace. Night had fallen by the time I finished my tasks. When I finally checked my phone again, I saw dozens of missed calls and messages from Roan.
