Lucas stayed up all night, staring into his glass of whiskey.
It did make Lanaya's words easier to swallow.
A Child of the Moon… A strong Alpha…
He poured himself another drink. Had Alpha Leon known about this?
The thought made his jaw clench.
If Leon did know, then it explained everything. Maybe that was why he sent Ava off with him.
Spineless bastard.
Leon had always been the kind of Alpha who would rather send his problems far, far away than actually deal with them.
Lucas huffed, shaking his head. Not his problem anymore.
Instead, he had a new problem.
If he mated with Ava, the pros were—
One, he would have a Luna that kept him busy and entertained albeit completely unhinged.
Two, he would be something close to happy—whatever the hell that felt like. Not that he needed happiness. Happiness was overrated.
