I clenched my fist when Andrea started to cry. Lewis immediately comforted Andrea. I bit my lower lip, tasting my blood. My fated mate is comforting someone else, not even minding that I am his mate and that it might hurt me!
"Andrea's child died, Elysian. She is in pain. That's why I am asking you to stop being a brat! She is mourning the loss of her child. She couldn't sleep, eat, or drink properly. That is why I haven't come home these past few days. As an Alpha, I wouldn't say I like seeing someone in pain, Elysian. You know that I must help everyone, including Andrea. Starting today, she will stay with us."
"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?