The Heartless Alpha’s Beloved Luna (Avery and Gideon) novel Chapter 348

Chapter 348

Avery’s POV

I changed quickly, pulling on a clean sweater and jeans and running a brush through my hair. Bjorn was waiting for me in the common area of our suite when I emerged. More color had returned to his skin and he was pacing impatiently.

“Did you rest?” I asked as we headed downstairs.

“Nope!”

I rolled my eyes but smiled. “I can’t remember the last time I saw you this excited, Bjorn.”

He didn’t comment on that. It was nice to see him acting like a kid again. But it also made my chest ache, because it was a harsh reminder of the way that the human lands really had changed him.

The dining room was on the ground floor. There was a long table laden with food that made water the second we walked into the room.

my

mouth

Bjorn gasped, his mouth dropping open at the spread of roasted meat, fresh vegetables, bread still steaming from the oven, and bowls of fragrant stew.

“Why don’t we eat like this?” he asked, turning to me.

“Sit down,” I laughed, nudging him over to the table. Sebastian met my gaze and smirked. I mouthed the

word: “Kids.”

He sat, and then immediately started piling his plate with a mountain of meat. I sat beside him and touched his arm.

“Take it easy, kiddo. Remember, you’re a guest here.”

Sebastian waved his hand. “It’s alright. There’s plenty of food to go around.”

I nodded and let Bjorn eat. It was good to see that he had his appetite back. The amount of red meat on the table made my wolf salivate, so I could only imagine how he felt. Another pang shot through me at the fact that Bjorn had spent his formative years eating human food, but I tried not to dwell on it.

Sebastian sat at the head of the table and we dug in. The table was quiet for a few minutes, the only sound that of Bjorn as he scarfed down his food. I knew he was probably going to make himself sick when he already started refilling his plate, but I decided to let him experience that for himself and learn his lesson.

“So,” I said, spearing a tiny roasted carrot on my fork, “all of this is grown in your pack?”

Sebastian nodded, smiling. “The pack has abundant fields and community gardens. We share all of our food; the pack members don’t have to pay for anything so long as they contribute to the work.”

“That’s a good philosophy.” The idea made my chest warm a little. “I like how community-oriented your

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pack is.”

“The old Alpha wasn’t like this,” Sebastian pointed out. “He was a capitalistic man who hoarded resources for himself. When I challenged him and won, I did it on the basis that I would redistribute the wealth to the pack. We spent most of the money building infrastructure. The rest fell into place once the pack members were actually given opportunities to voice their opinions and desires.”

“I wish humans were like that,” Bjorn pointed out.

Sebastian glanced at him, then at me. “I’ve heard the human lands are all about individualism.”

“There are werewolf communes,” I said. “They’re a lot like this.”

“But you lived in the city,” Sebastian pointed out.

I nodded, my fingers tightening around my fork.

“We have a really big house there,” Bjorn said with a mouthful of bread. “It’s really nice. But this one is nicer.”

“Bjorn,” I said in a warning tone.

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