"Go ahead," I coldly said and turned my back at them.
I am Luna, the highest-ranking woman in the pack, the one meant to stand beside the Alpha as his equal, his partner. I carry the weight of responsibility and lead with strength, yet when Andrea is near, all that crumbles away. I feel small—like nothing more than a shadow in my home. How can I be the Luna and feel so insignificant simultaneously?
It’s as if I become invisible whenever she’s around, my presence dimmed by the mere sight of her. My mate, who is supposed to cherish and protect me, didn’t even stop considering how I would feel when he decided to let Andrea stay in our Manor—our home. The place that is supposed to be our sanctuary has become a battlefield for my emotions.
He didn’t think of me at all.
Why? Why do I feel like the loser when I’m supposed to be the Luna?
"Good morning," Andrea greeted me when I entered the dining hall. She was holding a pot and wearing the apron I always wear whenever I cook.
My gaze shifted to my mate, who was waiting for Andrea to serve the food she cooked.
"Andrea cooked our food, Elysian. She insisted on cooking because she didn't want to be a burden for us. Come on, sit with us."
"I'm sorry, Elysian. I asked Lewis if I could use your kitchen because this is my morning routine, and I cook for my daughter. And I don't want to burden you."
I cocked my brows and walked straight to the dining table, "Do I have a choice? You're already done cooking."
"Elysian!"
I sat down and shifted my gaze to my mate, "What? I am just stating, Lewis."
Alpha growled, "Elysian, you're being rude!"
Andrea tapped the Alpha's shoulder, calming him, "It's okay, Lewis. Maybe she's just not used to having other people in your house."
My mate glared at me, "Be nice, Elysian. She is a guest."
"Sure," I said while shrugging.
The three of us started eating, but I felt like a complete outsider at my table. Andrea was there, caring for my Alpha and serving him with such ease and grace that she thought she had always belonged in his world. Every gesture she made seemed perfect. Like she knew how to cater to him in ways I couldn’t.
I sat there, watching them, my heart tightening every moment. I was supposed to be the one by his side, the one he leaned on. But at that moment, it felt like I was my life's intruder.
I cleared my throat, "How long will she stay here?"