---- Chapter 2 From the day I became Luna of the Silvercrest pack, I understood I'd have to learn to endure my Alpha's fickle heart. As a powerful Alpha, Ethan always attracted other she -wolves- some Omegas seeking status through him, others just assistants looking for a night of pleasure. I once confronted him the year Joy was born after discovering his flirtation with another Omega. That was the first time I saw the wolf in his eyes. His cold amber irises flashed with a dangerous glint. "Victoria Moon, don't forget that I gave you everything you have. I can take it all back anytime," he warned. I thought of Joy. As the Alpha's daughter, she was destined to inherit the bloodline. In the end, I chose to be silent. That storm passed without even stirring a ripple in ---- our household. After that, I learned to endure. No matter how many she-wolves Ethan involved himself with, he always came back to the pack-to his home. Sometimes I consoled myself, thinking maybe the tenderness I saw in his eyes when he looked at me was real. After all, I was his Luna, his mate. Surely, I helda different place in his heart. Ethan always kept pack business and his dalliances strictly separate. At home, I played the proper Luna, pretending not to know what happened beyond these walls. His she-wolves stayed outside, indulging with him in lavish nightlife. But then Sophia appeared, shattering that delicate balance. ---- Shockingly, Ethan allowed her to cross the invisible line between us that we had both silently agreed never to breach. After putting Joy to bed, I returned to the master bedroom. Ethan stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at something on his phone, his lips curled into a faint smile. "You've worked hard. Get some rest." His voice was unusually gentle, gentler than I'd ever heard him use with any pack member. Instantly, Sophia's stunning face from earlier that day flashed through my mind. I walked past him into the bathroom. As I was rinsing off, a heated body suddenly pressed against mine. There was heat, muscle, and a presence. In my ear, he murmured deeply, "Did you miss me these past few days?"