Chapter 0427

The week had flown by, and everyone had adjusted to their new roles. All the omegas were medically cleared and assigned positions within the pack.

I met with Rosalind after Beatrice, the Lead Omega in my father’s pack kitchen, requested to split shifts with her.

"Rosalind," I said when we sat in my office, "I wanted to discuss Beatrice’s request. I don’t want you to feel like I’m undermining your role, but I thought this could give you more free time."

She hesitated before speaking. "Actually, Luna, I wanted to talk to you about something else. I’ve noticed others in the pack starting businesses, and I was wondering if I could do the same."

My brows lifted. "What kind of business?"

"A diner," she said, excitement flickering in her eyes. "I know how to manage kitchens and schedule staff. I’ve even been experimenting with new recipes. But I’d need help with the business side."

I grinned. "That’s a fantastic idea! Your food is already loved here. What do you need to get started?"

She bit her lip. "Well, I don’t have a business partner yet. Unless… you have someone in mind?"

A thought struck me. It had been months since I last spoke to Reginald. He’d mentioned selling his diner and retiring, but knowing him, he’d be bored within weeks.

"I might know someone," I said. "But I’ll need to check first. For now, let’s go see Alpha Victor and secure you a storefront."

Victor was just as enthusiastic about the idea. He added her to the waiting list, estimating three months until construction finished.

Once Rosalind left, I brought up Reginald.

"Call him," Victor said. "If he agrees, we’ll handle the rest."

"Thank you, Alpha." I winked before swaying toward the door, earning a low growl from my mate.

Later, Little Alpha. His voice echoed in my mind, followed by a vivid image of exactly what he planned to do to me. Heat pooled low in my stomach.

Keep that up, and the whole packhouse will know you’re turning me on.

Come back here, and I’ll take care of it. His growl sent shivers down my spine.

I turned, locking the door behind me.

Twenty minutes later, relaxed and satisfied, I called Reginald.

"Hello?"

"Reginald, it’s Isolde."

"Isolde! I’ve been worried sick. How are you?"

"Busy," I admitted. "How’s retirement?"

"Boring as hell," he grumbled.

I smirked. "What if I told you I have a way to fix that?"

"I’m listening."

I pitched the idea, and within minutes, he was on board. We agreed to meet in two weeks.

That evening, Alpha Alistair arrived with his daughter and several pack members for tomorrow’s gathering. Victor and I greeted them outside the packhouse.

"Alpha Alistair," I said warmly as he stepped out of his car. "It’s good to see you again."

He scanned the area before approaching, his daughter trailing behind him.