My Immortal Luna

Guilt

Ezra

I couldn’t sleep.

All I could think about was that damn kiss and how it should never have happened.

I had been one second away from ripping those clothes off her and burying my hardness in her p***y.

And I knew she would have moaned my name while I did it.

I growled, landing a hard punch on the tired bag in front of me.

“I don’t know who pissed you off, but don’t take it out on the poor bag. We are still managing it till the academy decides to get us a new one.” Draco called from where he lay, lifting weights.

“You better keep that damn mouth shut or you will be struggling to get those bars out of your throat.” I spat, enraged.

I had been feeling irrittated all day since Eleanor had left my bedroom.

My coming to the senior’s gym was to keep my mind off what had happened, but I hadn’t expected company.

It was one thing kissing her, and it was another turning my back on her.

“Woah, woah, alpha.” Yohan who was huddled in the corner doing some squats got to his feet. He looked concerned, his very thick brows drawn together as he came to stand close to me. “You have been weird since resumption. What’s up with you?”

Asides, Draco, Yohan was my only other friend in the academy. But just like me, he was quiet, more more quiet than I was even.

I suspected he had way more weight on his shoulders than I did, but like me, he hardly ever opened up.

“Nothing is going on. Just normal school stress.” I eyed him, not enjoying having their attention all up in my butt, and turned to resume punching the bag.

I would rather lick the feet of a lycan than admit that I was this flustered because I had kissed the girl whom I had grown up with long enough to see her as part of my family.

But that was the issue.

I had never, for one day, seen Eleanor as family.

Never.

The thought alone sent violent shivers of disaproval down my spine.

“Well if you insist.” Yohan relented, his eyes still on me. “But you should give the bag a break and fight me instead.” He said, making me stop my punch.

Draco dropped his weight, sitting up. “Uhh... I don’t think that’s a good idea.” he commented, not looking at me.

I rolled my eyes. “And why is it not a good idea?” I stepped down from the platform and walked towards the container filled with powder. “I guess a good bone cracking is better than that dead bag.”

Yohan chuckled, dipping his hands in the powder.

“I don’t know what’s crawled up your butt and died there, Ezra, but don’t indulge Yohan.” Draco mind-linked me.

He shouldn’t have been able to do so as we were not from the same pack, but it was our secret.

I could mindlink and werewolf.

It was part of the very many ghosts that haunted me.

“Well, you also know I do not back off from a challenge.” I replied him and blocked him, much to his chagrin.

Yohan took a stance, a smirk on his face, “You ready?”

I raised a brow. “You need to ask?”

Technically, Draco was right. I was in a bad mood, and the irritation surging through me was better off directed to a rogue, or an enemy. Not my friend.

But it wasn’t that bad that I couldn’t control it.

Yohan swung, and I allowed the blow to land on my chin, smirking as the pain, welcomed, shot through my face.

Draco scoffed, and Yohan frowned. “You didn’t try to dodge.”

I shrugged, taking a stance, and swung, missing Yohan by only a hair’s breath, and in a pace faster than I could see, he swung a counter blow which landed on the same spot as before.

The pain was searing, and it was all I needed.

I lunged at him, throwing blows after blows.

Both of us being alpha’s, the pain and blood spurred us on, fueling our strenght.

The more pain I felt, the more I wanted to give back.

The kiss with Eleanor flared in my mind and I growled, swinging at Yohan, and enjoyed the crunch that came when my hand connected with his nose.

I was far too gone by then to stop, even if deep down I knew I should, but I couldn’t. I wanted more.

Needed more.

I was blinded by rage. At myself. I needed her out of my mind.

“That’s enough!” Draco howled, pushing in between us. “We still have that gathering tonight.” he hissed.

I blinked, looking over to see blood streaming down Yohan’s nose which was already healing. “f**k, you should straighten that.” I hissed, and put my fist down.

Yohan rolled his eyes, reaching upward to straighten the nose back in place so it could hea faster. “That was a good one.” he winked.

I shrugged, “Too bad we had to stop. Will aim for the chin next time.”

It wasn’t the first time we had fought like this as part of training, but I had damn near lost my cool.

Guilt ate at me, but I masked it.

Yohan looked at his watch and hissed. “s**t I gotta go.”

A few minutes later I was left with a pissed of Draco.

“I told you not to fight him.” Draco’s tone was cool, his eyes on my bleeding knuckled.

I cracked them, ignoring the sting from the bruises which were already almost gone. “Piss off. I had it under control.”

Lie.

He raised a brow. “Dude, you smashed his nose to pieces and would have continued if I hadn’t stopped you.”

I walked away, towards my phone and hoodie. “Chill, man. Our friend is not a p***y, he’ll survive.” I picked them up and headed for the door.

Draco didn’t follow me so I turned to see him giving me a knowing look.

I raised my hands. “Look, I wouldn’t have gone past that. And for what it’s worth, I’ll not indulge him when I’m in the mood again.”

It was the closest thing I had to an apology, which I knew he wanted to hear.

He glared at me for a long moment before shaking his head. “I do not know why I bother with you sometimes. That head of yours is as thick as a three stump.”

“You bother because you love me.” I said dryly as I waited for him to pick up his things.

My mind drifted to Eleanor again, and this time, I felt a slight pain, somewhat physical, in my chest.

Hell!