Chapter 0268

"Penelope, everything looks perfect here. Do you need anything from me?" I glance around the bustling kitchen.

"Seraphina, could we speak privately?"

"Of course." I lead her to a quiet corner where she voices her concerns about the young Omegas working in the packhouse. I request a detailed list of names, schedules, and their parents' information by tomorrow.

As I head toward the bunker to check on the cleaning progress, another pack member stops me. Then another. And another.

By sunset, I've held twelve impromptu meetings in hallways and empty rooms.

Sebastian finds me mid-conversation. "Everything alright, love?" His eyes flicker to the she-wolf beside me.

"I need an office," I blurt out when we're alone. "Somewhere private to handle pack concerns properly."

He guides me to the dining hall where Nathaniel, Donovan, and Genevieve are seated. Sebastian leaves to grab us food while I collapse into a chair, rubbing my temples.

"Rough day?" Genevieve pushes a glass of water toward me.

I exhale sharply. "Everyone needs something, and I'm conducting meetings in broom closets. I can't even remember half the promises I made today."

Sebastian returns with two steaming plates. He kisses my forehead. "We'll handle this together."

"But some members specifically came to me because they're uncomfortable bringing certain issues to you." I twist my napkin. "I don't want to fail them."

"I can help." Genevieve's sudden offer makes us all look up. "I was hired as Sebastian's secretary. Let me organize your schedule, track follow-ups, screen requests." She turns to Nathaniel. "Could Seraphina use your office?"

Sebastian interrupts. "There's a Luna office. It just needs clearing out."

"We'll take care of it!" Genevieve's eyes spark with excitement. "I'll recruit Isabelle and Rosalind - they adore you. And those women who helped clean the bunker, Beatrice and Cassandra. They'd jump at the chance."

From my periphery, I catch Nathaniel grinning at Sebastian. A Beta female supporting her Luna - Genevieve was unconsciously stepping into her destined role.

"Alpha," Nathaniel adds, barely containing his joy, "doesn't the Luna's office have an adjoining space for an assistant?"

"It does." Sebastian squeezes my hand. "We'll have it ready by tomorrow afternoon."

"Genevieve," I say firmly, "you must call me Seraphina. We're friends, and apparently, we'll be spending every waking moment together."

By dessert, the weight on my shoulders has lifted. Maybe, just maybe, I can do this Luna thing after all.