Alpha King’s Lost Luna by Aubrey Pepper

Chapter 96 Finnick’s complaints

CA SSANDRA

After a long, hard day of working in the lab, Becky and I parted ways and I made my way back to my

room. I was tired after sorting through so much research, but I started to grow more and more excited

with every step.

Finnick was returning today, and every ounce of me was thrilled to see my son again.

Though it’d only been a couple of days since I’d seen him, I missed him greatly. I didn’t like to be

separated from Finnick for long periods of time, and he didn’t like it either, especially now that we lived

here in Anemond.

Back in Wild Crawler, he had sleepovers at Dominic’s quite frequently. He was always a welcome guest

in Alpha Gareth and Luna Sofia’s home. But here in Merliscire, I didn’t like Finnick being so far away

from me. Things were too dangerous and there were too many shady characters.

Lancel followed behind me, and I did my best to ignore him. I’d tried telling him. earlier in the day that I

didn’t need his assistance any longer since the imposter had. been apprehended, but Lancel insisted

that he was following the orders of his Alpha, and his Alpha had yet to formally dismiss him.

I tried saying that the Alpha King probably forgot, but Lancel was firm.

“My Alpha doesn’t forget anything,” he said gravely.

I wanted to laugh and roll my eyes, but I decided not to argue the point any further. Besides, I felt

awkward speaking with Lancel in any capacity, especially after what Asher and I had done.

The guard could likely imagine what had transpired in my room last night. Asher had remained there

until he left this morning for work, after all.

As heat spread to my cheeks at the me ntal image of the Alpha King and I tangled up in my sheets,

Lancel was called by another guard in the hallway.

“Your attention is required by the king,” the guard announced. Lancel nodded and then gave me a look.

“Will you be remaineing in your room?” the older man asked me.

I nodded. “Yes.”

“Good,” he remarked. “I’ll return later.”

Just as he was about to leave, he let out a sigh. “Try not to get into any more

trouble, Healer Ca ssandra.”

I stifled a laugh, and Lancel rushed over to join the other guard. As they disappeared down the hall, I

continued walking to my room and giggled to myself.

I hurried my pace, and when I finally reached my room, I threw open the door and was greeted by

Finnick. His gray eyes widened and he rushed toward me.

“Mommy!” he shouted, and he barrelled right into my legs. I almost fell over from the sudden impact,

but I was too happy to mind.

Erika stood on the other side of the room, and she gave me a knowing smile.

“Oh, Finnick,” I cried happily, and I picked him up and held him close. I kissed the top of his head and

nearly cried at the sight of him.

“I miss you so much, Mommy,” Finnick whispered into my shoulder.

“I missed you too, baby,” I said.

We clung to each other for a moment, and then I carefully set him down on the ground. I walked over

and closed the door, and then Finnick and I sat down at the table.

“I don’t ever wanna be separated like that again,” my son lamented as he

studied me carefully. “No matter how many toys you promise me. Okay?”

I smiled and nodded. “I don’t wanna be separated again either.”

“Good,” he declared, and I reached across the table and tousled his dark hair. Finnick giggled and tried

to fight me off, but it was no use.

“So, tell me all about your past couple of days,” I said, and I rested my elbows. on the table. “I want to

hear everything.”

He shrugged but didn’t look upset. “They were alright. I missed you very much. But my new aunties

treated me very nicely.”

“Your new aunties?” I repeated back, and Finnick lit up.

“The maids!” he announced as if it were obvious. “They were very nice to me. They told me stories and

brought me some new toys. But… I have a secret, Mommy.”

ear.

“A secret?” I asked. “What is it?”

Finnick gestured for me to scoot in closer, and when I did, he whispered in my

“I like Aunt Erika better.”

I dissolved into laughter, and just as I looked up, Erika approached the table and took a seat next to

Finnick. Finnick threw his arms around her and gave the maid a big hug.

Once everyone settled, I touched Finnick’s arm gently.

“So, I believe I made you a promise,” I began. “I think toys may have been involved? What would you

like, darling? You can have any toy you want since you were so brave.”

Finnick pondered the question for a while before he began to speak.

“I don’t want any toys,” he admitted reluctantly, and then his eyes fell to the ground. “I think I want

something else, Mommy.”

“Something else,” I repeated back gently, and I glanced at Erika. When the maid shrugged, I turned

back to Finnick. “What do you want, baby?”

“Well…” he trailed off. “I would like to call Dominic. I miss him very much,

Mommy.”

Erika and I locked eyes again, and we both shared similar expressions of sadness. I understood

Finnick’s feelings completely. But it wasn’t my place to agree to a request like that. I didn’t know if we

could call Wild Crawler or not, and besides, I didn’t have a personal telephone line here. All forms of

communication went through the Alpha King.

ask.”

“Let me ask the king,” I said slowly. “I can’t make any promises, honey, but I can

Finnick nodded vigorously. “Thank you.”

“In the meantime, is there anything else you want?” I asked. “I can go into the market and find you a

new toy.”

Finnick thought again, and then his gray eyes grew serious.

“Mommy, I don’t know if it’s possible,” he said. “But I don’t want to go back to class with Marco.”

I was a little taken aback by his request.

“Why not?” I asked.

Finnick’s cheeks turned red and he bit his lip.

“You wouldn’t be happy if I told you,” he said quietly. “You always tell me it isn’t nice to talk about

someone badly behind their back.”

This time, it was my turn to bite my lip. I leaned in close.

“Was the prince laughing at you again?” I asked him and he shook his head.

“No, Mommy,” he replied. “It’s not that. It’s just… the class is really boring. Marco doesn’t understand

what the teacher tells us, so the teacher has to say it again and again. It’s boring, Mommy. Even

Dominic could learn how to read and write the words quickly. They aren’t difficult at all.”

As the weight of my son’s statement crashed over me, my entire body grew hot, and Erika and I

glanced at one another. We managed to restrain ourselves for a moment, and then we dissolved into

laughter.