Chapter 6: Please don't make me your Luna
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~KYOR~
The ballroom was silent.
Not a breath. Not a whisper.
Every wolf in the hall stood frozen, staring at the small, trembling girl in my grasp. My mate. My Luna.
I could feel her pulse hammering beneath my fingers, the scent of her fear igniting something within me.
I should have rejected her, but I didn't.
Instead, I tightened my grip, pulling her closer. “She’s going to be the Luna of my pack.”
Gasps filled the room. Someone choked on their drink. My uncle, Luther, burned holes into my back with his gaze, but I didn’t acknowledge him.
I didn’t wait for their approval.
With a sharp turn, I dragged her out of the ballroom and into the dimly lit hallways, my footsteps echoing against the marble. She stumbled behind me, her smaller frame struggling to keep up, but I didn’t slow down.
“Y-You shouldn’t have done that.” Her voice was barely a whisper, but I heard it.
I stopped.
Slowly, I turned to face her, letting the silence stretch between us. The flickering candlelight cast shadows over her delicate features, making her look even smaller, more breakable.
I took a step forward. She took one back.
A foolish thing to do.
“You can’t be my mate.” Her voice was uneven, breathless. “I—I can’t be your Luna.”
My jaw ticked. “You think you have a choice?”
She flinched.
I exhaled sharply, fighting the urge to press her against the cold stone wall and remind her who she belonged to.
I had never wanted anyone. Never needed anyone. I had convinced myself I was above such things—above weakness, above desire. But now, with this girl looking at me like I was her worst nightmare… I wanted something.
And that was dangerous.
“I… I can’t fit in here.” She swallowed, her hands clenched at her sides. “I don’t deserve to be the Luna of your pack. I—I can’t even shift.”
She was shaking. I should have let her go.
I stepped forward instead. “I never said I cared about your flaws.”
She gasped when I reached for her hand, her skin burning against mine. She yanked away, taking another step back. “Please,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “Just let me go. Pick my sister instead.”
Dark rage coiled in my chest.
Pick her sister?
I let out a low, humorless chuckle, watching the way she winced at the sound. I reached out again, this time cupping her chin between my fingers, forcing her to look up at me.
Her lips trembled.
Her eyes were wide, shining with unshed tears.
“You think I would replace you?” My voice was quiet. Dangerous.
She didn’t answer.
“You think I would throw you away?”
Her breath hitched. She shook her head quickly, but I saw the doubt in her eyes.
“Then what?” I murmured, tilting her face up to mine.
She swallowed, her eyes wavering. “I don’t want to be another man’s sacrifice.”
Ah.
So that was it.
Her body went still as I traced a single finger over her cheek, wiping away the tear she didn’t realize had fallen.
“I will protect you.”
She didn’t move. Didn’t breathe.
I didn’t know why I said it.
The words felt foreign, heavy, wrong. But when she looked at me with those wide, fragile eyes, something in my chest pulled tight.
It was the mate bond. It had to be.
My mate stared up at me, searching my face for something she wouldn’t find. Her lips parted, but she didn’t speak.
Smart girl.
I released her slowly, dragging my fingers down her throat before stepping back. She exhaled sharply, her body betraying her.
“Do you think anyone here would dare lay their hands on you?” My voice was soft. Too soft, I almost couldn't recognize it.
She shook her head.
“Good.”
I reached up, threading my fingers through her hair, tugging lightly just enough to make her shiver.
Then I turned on my heel and walked away.
I didn’t need to tell her to follow.
She did.
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I showed my mate her room before turning towards my chambers, and by the time I reached, the heat in my veins was unbearable.
Not from desire.
From something else.
Something deeper.
Something wrong.
I slammed the door shut behind me, bracing my hands against the stone wall, my breath coming hard and fast.
My chest ached, a deep, twisting pain that felt like claws digging into my ribs and soul. I clenched my teeth, inhaling sharply through my nose.
This had happened before. Every time I let myself feel.
Every time I let something slip past my walls. I ripped my cloak from my shoulders, forcing my body to calm down.
It was the mate bond. It was just the mate bond.
I refused to believe otherwise.
A knock at my door.
I exhaled through my teeth. Luther.
I leaned against the stone wall for a while before asking him to come in.
“My lord.” He strode into the room in his two piece cloth, his voice strained like he was being forced. “I assume you made a mistake at the ball.”
Very clever.
I strode towards my black chair and sat on it, fighting the burning ache in my chest. “I never make mistakes, Luther.” I corrected, watching as his eyes flickered with something dark. “Tell me, why are you here?”
“It's about the young girl you proclaimed as your mate.”
“I didn't just proclaim her as my mate.” I chuckled. “She is my mate, I felt the matebond.”
“Her sister came to meet me immediately after you left.”
I leaned against the chair and crossed my legs. “The brunette?”
“Yes, My lord.” He nodded, folding his hands in front of his chest. “She said her sister is the weakest of the whole pack. She's an omega that can't even shift. Someone like that can't rule the pack next to you.”
My jaw ticked. “Who gave you the right to make rules for me, Luther?”
He looked stunned for a few seconds before replacing his frown with a small, creepy smile. “I discussed it with the elders before coming here.”
“Where is the brunette now?”
“Waiting in the art room, My lord. She said she's going to wait even till the sun sets to have a conversation with you.”
She could wait forever for all I cared, but I would love to learn about my little mate from someone who had the same blood running through her veins.
I got up slowly, grabbing my cloak. “Bring her to the fireplace.”
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