The Alpha's Secret Human Sugar Baby - Chapter 66: Chapter 66

Aurora’s POV
My nerves are frayed.
After dropping my mother off, I had a short, curt conversation with Leah Ashford over the phone where she told me that she would meet me for coffee.
Her exact words had been, “My time is precious, and you’re lucky I happen to be near that area for business. We can meet for coffee in an hour.”
I’m surprised she agreed to meet at all, and now, as I sit here and stare at the front door of the Mooncake Coffee Shop, I can’t stop my leg from bouncing. I was early because I didn’t wait at my mother’s house after the call.
For one, I didn’t want to run into my stepfather, and two, I but I was too nervous and excited. This woman could very well be a link to my real family, and that thought has my stomach jumbling to the point where I feel a little sick.
Instinctively, I reach for my phone to call Thorne, but then I remember he’s probably busy. He’s been hanging out with Angeline a lot lately, especially after their date two nights ago. I hate that he made me schedule their date, and the fact that Angeline and I had just gotten into an argument over Thorne made it worse.
She’s probably gloating right now, thinking she won him.
Are they trying to work things out?
Now that he wants to be around Angeline, I can’t figure it out. Sometimes he seems to want to be near her and sometimes not. It’s confusing, but I guess if they’re working out past issues, some bumps in the road are bound to happen.
Either way, Thorne needs to make up his mind because I do not enjoy being pulled around and led on. If he wants to be with Angeline, he needs to end things with me. If he doesn’t want to be with Angeline… well, I hope he doesn’t.
He seemed to care about me until Angeline started coming around. Now, he’s more distant and doesn’t come to see me as often. Even at work, he’s pulling away.
Sighing, I set my phone down on the table. I shouldn’t want someone who is far beyond my reach, but I can’t help it. I still want him.
The bell above the door rings, and I look up, noticing a beautiful… no, gorgeous woman enters the café. She looks to be in her mid-to-late forties with a regal, high status air about her. She’s dressed impeccably in a pants suit and pair of red pumps that scream power.
“You must be Aurora,” she says without missing a beat. “My name is Leah Ashford, wife of Alpha Ashford of the Moonbeam Lycan Pack.”
More nervous than before, I stand and take her outstretched hand, “I’m Aurora Robers… human.”
The woman’s sharp eyes scan my form, sliding from my head to my toes, before coming back up and landing on my hair. Her eyes linger for a second before she motions for me to sit down.
“I’m sorry if this is a rude question, but what is a Lycan pack? I’m unfamiliar with the title… also, how should I address you?” I ask, unsure of how to act. The only high ranked wolves I’ve met are Thorne and Alpha Sanders, and neither of them were as curt as this woman.
“You may call me Luna Ashford or Mrs. Ashford if that is more comfortable for a human,” she says simply. “As for Lycans, we are similar to the werewolves you know of. There are a few differences, though. We are stronger, have better breeding, and are of higher status.”
Breeding. The word sounds strange, but I don’t question it. I’m just a human. It’s not my place to butt into their culture.
As if she senses my confusion still, Mrs. Ashford continues, “Lycans are descendants of the old royal families. We reside in the northern part of the country while the regular werewolf packs reside here, in the southern part of the region. To simplify it in human terms, we are still comparable to the royal family.”
“So, there’s a King or Queen somewhere in the North?” I ask, curious. I thought royal families had been done away with for a long time.
“We haven’t had a real King or Queen in decades, but there is a named King currently. My brother only uses the King title when needed to overcome disasters or crises between the humans and werewolves or between packs. Most of the time he is running his own pack if there's no trouble,” she explains, taking the coffee that a server brings.
It's interesting that there's still such a system going especially since the King isn't actually a King. I've never heard of anything like it.
Even though I want to ask more, I force myself to focus on my current situation.
“On the phone, you said that you had the ring I'm looking for,” I start hiding my hands beneath the table, so she doesn't see how nervous I am.
“Yes. You said you were looking for a silver ring with wolf etchings. Is that correct?” She asks before taking a sip of her coffee.
“I am. I got your name and phone number from the previous owner of the ring. I know it's been two years, but I was hoping you still had it,” I tell I tell her. Silently I hope that she says yes because I don't have any other options, and as I wait for her to finish sipping her coffee my nerves begin to build again.
What if she says no? What will I do then?
“I have it,” Mrs. Ashford says while pulling on the silver chain around her neck. On the chain is the exact ring I've been looking for and my stomach jumps with excitement. “This ring has been in my family for a very long time. It was originally the ring that my great, great,, great, great, great grandfather proposed to his mate with.”
She holds the ring up and it sparkles in there's some light coming in from the window. So, this was the ring that my mother found in my swaddling clothes. It's beautiful and so much nicer than the picture ever captured.
“This ring is now a precious family heirloom, which was lost several years ago during a conflict between the moonbeam pack and The Dark Knight pack,” Mrs. Ashford explains. The way she stares at the ring is with a warmth that I hadn't seen in her yet. So far, she was precise and to the point, but the glint of affection in her eyes is almost sad.
I ask, “If this is a family heirloom, how did it find its way to a pawn shop? Who did it belong to?”
“I'm not sure, which is why I agreed to meet with you,” she says, then she leans in a bit. “How come a human is looking for the Ashford family ring?”
“Recently, I found out that my mother is not my biological family,” I explain. “When I found out and began asking questions, my mother told me that when she found me on her porch, the only belongings I had were the blanket enclosed I wore in this ring.”