Page 42 of Losing My Siren Luna

I deposit my belongings in the closet and the bathroom, and see her nightdress and old slippers from last night on the settee in the bathroom near the tub. I lifted both, carrying them out with the intention of throwing them away, when I ran into Niomi and another much younger maid, almost making both of them fall with startled surprise.

“Alpha,” Niomi presses her hand to her chest, “I didn’t expect to see you here. We can come back after you-”

She stops talking, seeing the slippers and nightdress in my hands.

“Alpha, may I ask what you are planning to do with those? I can take those if you intend to take them to be laundered.”

“I intend to throw these in the trash. She has much better to wear now, and I only want my wife in the best.”

Niomi is old, so she probably doesn’t realize how unfashionable and ratty these scraps of cloth are.

“I understand your intentions, Alpha, but if you do that, Ela will be most distressed. Those both belonged to her late mother, and she treasures them greatly,” she tells me, holding her hands out like she wants to take them from my hands to keep them safe.

With her warning, I quickly handed them over, scared of Lira’s anger more than anything else. “I had no idea,” I stammered.

“I didn’t either,” Niomi smiles gently, while cradling the outfit to her chest, “I suggested the same to her last night and she told me. It was an honest mistake, Alpha. Ela will understand.”

Ela. Everyone she is growing close to, she is having them call her Ela.

“Ela,” I tested the name in a whisper.

“Isn’t it a lovely nickname,” Niomi sighs, “She also got that from her late mother. She told me just this morning when I accidentally called her Luna again. She now calls me ‘Mimi’,” she gushes, “She is a kind and loving woman, Alpha. I am so happy to be serving her. Thank you for giving me the opportunity.”

I cringe inwardly. Just yesterday, I was trying to replace Niomi. I’m glad I didn’t and Lira stopped me. Niomi cares deeply for her already.

“If you want to thank me, have your belongings ready to move this afternoon,” I told her, making her face turn into a mask of confusion. “I am having you moved to my old bedroom so you can be at my wife’s beck and call.”

The maid behind her gasps in surprise, and Niomi’s mouth is hanging wide open. I smiled smugly, feeling quite accomplished and knowing I had just earned some points with my mate.

“Thank you for your service to my wife. I hope you continue to be a great help to her and serve her well.”

“Yes, Alpha. Oh, thank you,” she smiled gleefully, doing a little happy dance with the other maid. Niomi looks half her age with how happy she is, which makes me happy in turn. For her and for Lira.

I leave them to their celebrations, feeling quite proud of myself.

“All you did was give her a room. Everyone else is doing the work,”Killian says, bursting my bubble.

“Can’t you offer me any praise? You know as well as I that moving Niomi to my old room was an excellent move in getting Lira’s favor.”

“Quit calling her Lira if you really want to get her favor,”he mutters, making me growl.

The dining hall is filled with pack members eating breakfast, many of which are calling out greetings to me as I enter. I don’t pay any mind to anyone other than my wife sitting at the center table, surrounded by Cherum and other warriors, laughing freely with them.

She is wearing one of the dresses I had brought for her. A velvet green one with simple but expensive pure gold buttons and accents. Her hair is braided loosely down her back, exposing her beautiful, slim neck and pale skin.

My momentary fascination is interrupted when I finally notice who is sitting across from her.

Yasmin, the prostitute I used to spend the most time with in my first life.

She is sitting across from Lira, leaning in as they whisper something to one another, then both burst into a fit of giggles while looking at Cherum, making his cheeks blush.

What the hell is she doing here?

~

Elelira POV

I had the most marvelous morning that I can ever remember having before in my life. Shortly after Lachlan left, a maid scurried into my bedroom with a teapot, some pastries and fruit to snack on until breakfast. I didn't expect Lachlan to follow through. I thought he just wanted me to stay in my room.