The Clean-Freak Alpha’s Dirty Secret Love Chapter 09
While Waldo was on his way, I was standing in front of a mirror, trying on a dress.
“You look beautiful.” My mother sat nearby, watching me with a tender smile.
“Alpha Lawrence is taking you out again?”
“He said there’s a moonstone flower exhibition this morning.”
My mother nodded approvingly. “That Alpha does have a romantic side.”
My reunion with Lawrence Hale had been pure chance.
I had just escaped a painfully awkward dinner. The visiting Alphas from the border had been too enthusiastic.
After three glasses of wine, I excused myself to freshen up and slipped out to the terrace for some air.
The autumn night was cold. I pulled my shawl tighter and was about to go back inside when a glass of honey water appeared beside me.
I turned and saw a figure standing in the doorway.
He had a lean, upright frame, sharp features, and striking blue eyes
He was one of the Alphas accompanying the Alpha King on his inspection tour: Lawrence, the Alpha of Stonevein Pack.
I accepted the glass and put on a polite smile.
“Thank you.‘
He smiled easily. “Long time no see.”
When I looked confused, his expression faltered slightly. The blue of
his eyes seemed to cloud over, like mist settling on a lake.
“You don’t remember me? The Broomstick Knight.”
It took me a moment, but then I remembered.
I’d been in a terrible mood that day. At the border between our territories, I saw a group of rogues beating up an injured wolf.
They pinned him to the ground, kicking and punching, even throwing stones at him.
I grabbed a broom, charged at them, and chased them all off.
“Th–thanks,” the boy had said.
He was small and unremarkable back then, all skinny limbs.
Only his lake–blue eyes were unforgettable.
I looked at the tall, handsome Alpha before me and couldn’t help but laugh.
“Small world.”
“Not really.” He shook his head, smiling. “I asked to be assigned to
this border inspection. I really wanted to see you again.”
More than his words, the feeling in his eyes was unmistakable.
I leaned against the railing and studied him with interest.
His expression was calm, but his ears were already bright red.
We started seeing each other naturally after that.
Lawrence brought me a fresh bouquet of flowers every day.
He monopolized all my free time, taking me to every famous spot
and capturing every joyful moment on camera.
One night, walking me home, he suddenly handed me a moonstone necklace.
The stone was the size of my thumb, set with tiny diamonds, gleaming with an inner light.
I immediately refused. “This is too precious. I can’t…”
But he pressed the box firmly into my hands.
“Janet, to me, you are the most precious treasure in the world.”
I thought he might confess. But he didn’t.
That gift was for celebrating my freedom.
A month later, as we walked through the meadow, fireworks
suddenly lit up the night.
He’d arranged a two–hour show just for me.
His voice was impossibly gentle. “Will you be my Luna?”
“Yes.”
He placed his honest heart in my hands. I would cherish it.
He bent and kissed my forehead. His lips were warm.
That night, I posted on social media for the first time in ages.
A shadow of two figures overlapping on the cobblestone path. And a tiny heart.
Among the likes, I saw a name I hadn’t seen in a long time: Waldo.
With Lawrence by my side, I’d stopped thinking about the past.
Lawrence’s voice murmured by my ear.
“I’m not jealous at all. My rival liking my mate’s post? Not one bit.”
I laughed out loud.
“Rival? He’s just a stranger. Irrelevant.”
Lawrence’s brow finally relaxed, and he pulled me into his arms.