The Nameless Luna – Book One: The Girl With Violet Eyes
The Nameless Luna – Book One: Chapter 15

How long have I been wandering around the garden, lost in the beauty? Time seems to slow, and I shake my head to clear my thoughts as Tristan’s words register. Little flower, he said.
It’s the loveliest thing anyone has ever called me, and I don’t know how to respond. My heart flutters at the familiarity of the nickname, so casual and sweet.
‘I’m sorry to interrupt. Lucy said I could explore the gardens, but I didn’t mean to bother you.’
Tristan just watches me with a trace of curiosity. He quirks his head to the side as if listening to something imperceptible before saying, ‘Lucy and Nico will be back soon. She says you haven’t eaten, and you did not want to join them on their run.’
I bite my lower lip, averting my gaze. ‘I wasn’t feeling up for it,’ I reply, ignoring his comment about eating. I’m used to hunger, and I imagine it’s apparent just from looking at me, but I’d rather not talk about it.
‘Mark and Amara are having lunch by the lake. We’ll join them, and Lucy can meet you there when you two are ready to head into town,’ he says plainly.
There is no question or request behind it, but it feels too soft to consider it an order. Though he doesn’t say much, when he does speak, he says things simply and shamelessly. I’m not sure exactly why I replace it reassuring, but I nod timidly, glancing over my shoulder as he stands from the piano.
Before we leave, I can’t help but wonder, ‘Does… does the enchantment on the villa create the flowers in the garden? Or does it just maintain the grounds?’
He stops, looking over my shoulder at the greenery behind me. ‘A bit of both. The plants are real, but the spell creates the conditions for them to grow. You’re welcome to work in the garden if you like.’
I blink in surprise, thinking of how Lucy explained the self-sufficient spell on the Villa du Lac. ‘Doesn’t the magic do all the gardening?’
‘Yes, but living things thrive most when they are cared for. Magic or not, I’m sure the garden would appreciate the attention. That is, if you want to,’ he explains, and I agree so quickly that I nearly trip over myself as I nod in excitement.
We stop only for a moment at the doorway of the hall when Tristan pauses to look down at the daisy I’m still twirling in my hands.
‘May I?’ he asks, and I hand him the flower obediently.
I suck in a breath as he reaches out to tuck a loose strand of wavy blonde hair out of my face, securing the flower’s stem behind my ear. I swear I can feel warmth sparking my cheek where the back of his hand brushes against my skin, but before the sensation grows further, he pulls away.
After that, I follow Tristan without another word. He leads me to a veranda overlooking the lake, where Mark and Amara are enjoying what appears to be an extravagant buffet of snack food. The table is covered in plates filled with fresh fruits, nuts, bread, cheeses, and meats.
Mark notices us approaching and glowers, but his mate shoots him a warning glare, and the Beta says nothing as Tristan and I take a seat at the table. We eat in strained silence, and Amara offers me a tight-lipped smile that I can only assume is some kind of peace offering after the tension from the last meal we shared.
When Lucy finally arrives, panting slightly and still in the middle of buttoning up a cardigan, there’s an almost imperceptible exhale of relief from those of us gathered at the table. I can tell I’m not the only one who replaces Lucy’s cheery and personable demeanor a welcome distraction from the Rovers’ brooding Beta and his hauntingly graceful mate.
‘Why so serious?’ she says with a bright smile, pulling up the chair beside me.
Behind her, a scrawny fellow with bright orange hair and blue eyes trails out onto the veranda, also out of breath. He looks one or two years older than Lucy.
‘Hi, I’m Nico.’ He beams at me as he sits at the table, revealing a lopsided smile and crooked teeth that give him a boyish charm.
The Rogue’s Gamma. He’s not exactly what I expected.
Tristan radiates power and authority; Mark sits beside him with an imposing sense of boldness and loyalty; and Amara holds her head high with an aura of wisdom and patience that’s somehow even more intimidating than her mate’s bulky build. Even Lucy, with her warm smile and fondness for gossip, has a wickedly clever glint in her grey eyes that hints at something sharp and devilish under her bubbly surface.
But Nico seems… just… sort of… goofy looking?
‘Welcome to the Rover family, flower girl,’ he says, his bright blue eyes darting to the daisy I’d forgotten was tucked behind my ear.
‘Actually,’ Lucy chimes in, ‘since we’re welcoming a new member to the pack, I thought maybe we could play a little game so our guest can get to know us better.’
Tristan sighs and leans back in his chair as Mark groans loudly, and Amara rolls her eyes while Nico makes a sour face. I get the sense that this isn’t the first time Lucy has dragged them into something like this. Lucy remains undeterred as she helps herself to some bread and jam. She proceeds to explain her own version of twenty-one questions—one person will ask someone else a question, then that person must answer honestly before choosing the next question for another player.
The premise is simple enough, but the idea of asking them about themselves, and worse, having them ask about me… it’s enough to tie my stomach in a knot.
‘I’ll go first,’ Lucy proclaims through a mouthful of toast and cheese. ‘My question is for Mark.’
‘Oh boy,’ Nico mutters under his breath as Mark shifts uncomfortably in his seat under his sister’s gaze.
‘Mark, how did a big doofus like you end up mated to a goddess like that?’ Lucy says playfully, a mischievous grin curling her lips as she points between her brother and Amara.
‘By not acting like an immature child all the time and taking things seriously,’ Mark huffs pointedly, brows furrowing over his grey eyes as he sets down the apple he’d been peeling. ‘But while we’re all here playing games and admitting things… Nico, my question is for you. What the hell do you see in my sister that makes you like her so much, and when are you going to do something about it?’
Amara kicks her mate under the table, and you could slice through the silence that follows with a knife. In fact, Lucy looks like she’s actually considering it. Her face has turned a furious shade of red, her freckles blending into the rosiness of her cheeks as she stares daggers at her brother.
That was unkind. I do not have to know them well to understand that Mark just crossed an unspoken sort of line, and I can’t help but look in Nico’s direction.
The red-haired boy has gone rigid in his seat, and after an awkward minute, he unfurls his fingers from the white-knuckled fist he’d clenched them into. Whatever his feelings are for Lucy, it’s obviously not something he’d like to discuss openly.
Tristan scowls at his Beta, who seems to instantly regret the low blow toward his sister at Nico’s expense. Mark returns his attention to the half-peeled apple, pouting like a child that knows they’ve said something they shouldn’t have.
‘Sorry, big guy, that’s two questions,’ Nico says at last, leaning forward slightly as if forcing himself to adopt a more relaxed posture, his eyes adamantly avoiding Lucy’s. ‘But to answer the first… I like that Lucy didn’t inherit her brother’s temper. She always sees the good in people, and she makes the best out of the most awkward situations.’
I can’t help but admire the carelessness of his shrug and the ease of his smile. Mark just exposed this boy’s feelings. But after the initial shock of Mark’s rude revelation, Nico takes the situation in stride as if it were all a good-natured joke, maneuvering the discomfort with humor and diplomacy.
Maybe not so goofy after all.
‘Alrighty then, my turn,’ Nico goes on, and I wonder what sort of sorry fate the red-haired boy would have faced with the Bane pack instead of the Rovers. Viktor only valued the kind of strength used to destroy and dominate. Where my uncle would have only seen weakness, the Rogue King saw someone worthy of being his Gamma.
Every attempt to protect me from Tristan, every friendly smile from Lucy or appeasing gesture from Amara, every open window and lovely flower in the enchanted garden…
This place—this pack—is nothing like I thought it would be.
Awkwardness and odd ends included, the Rovers are good people, and I can’t help but wonder if this is what home is supposed to feel like. Before I can ponder that any further, Nico turns toward his Alpha, and I feel Tristan stiffen beside me as the game continues.
‘My question is for you, boss,’ Nico says, his words casual. ‘Are you actually planning on marking your lovely new mate? Or did you just claim her as part of some mysterious scheme we should know about?’