Alpha's Obsession: His caged Luna

chapter 12: How to hate a man

Raine's POV

Staying with Sienna was the best thing that had happened to me in a very long time. I thought she was going to find me an apartment within the pack, but she let me stay in her pack house. She gave me the space I needed and made me comfortable. I had no fear of waking up and meeting Alpha Mathias by the stairs where he tries to take advantage of me. No pressure from my parents to get them the money that they needed so badly. No need to bend over backwards to accommodate everyone every single time.

Being in Lucien and Davina's pack was a close second, but this time, I wasn't trying to be mated to anyone. Just total freedom.

The only downside was that I felt like a liability. I wasn't contributing anything. Not as if I have personal money to contribute. For someone with an excellent result, my degree was going to waste.

I've tried to help out around the house, but the Omegas treated me like an esteemed guest, and they would only ever serve me. I thought about working, but I knew that my stay here was temporary. Sienna told me that I could stay as long as I wanted, but I knew my parents too much to believe that. So I would just treat my stay here as a mini vacation before I was thrust back into the chaos that was my life.

I didn't take a look at the bouquet of golden roses that lay on the table or the boxes beside it. They'd been sent here, and Sienna had them delivered to me. I still had no idea how to feel about them. Or how to control the flutter in my stomach anytime I think about the person that they're from.

Having nothing to do, I walked into the open spacious room next to mine. It was almost empty, except for the large grand piano in the middle with a chair in front of it, violin, and a guitar.

It was a music room.

I walked over and took the seat before the piano. I positioned my fingers just like my music teacher had taught me to do when I was eight years old.

Then I began to play.

I had no idea what I was in the mood to play. Something sad—like the most part of my life? Something romantic—in reference to the one that was close to me, but I couldn't reach? Something joyful—representing the kind of life I wanted for myself?

Instead, my fingers moved on their own, working without the permission of my brain. And then, I was playing the calm tone of the background music the moment I first saw Desmond.

My heart had stopped at first sight, and I'd forgotten all my problems. I'd pushed back all my worries and just wanted him. It felt so beautiful and hurt so bad that I could still want something like that for myself.

I tell myself that I didn't want Desmond because of what he did that day. But deep down, I knew better. I wasn't the person that people think I was. A wolf in sheep's clothing. A green snake under a green grass.

Desmond was an Alpha. He'd messed up that day, but he was still a respectable man with an almost pure reputation. He was a good Alpha, and his people loved him. I wouldn't be a good match for him.

The tone of my music changed as my fingers danced on higher keys.

When I thought I would end up with Lucien, it was easier. With him, I never feared that my heart would betray me and choose him. I never feared that he would one day look me deeply in the eyes and see all that I was hiding.

I played louder, higher, channeling my fury, my frustration into the keys. I was probably creating so much noise for everyone, but nobody had complained yet.

Why did his grin had to be so damn bright anyway? He just wanted to show off his white teeth.

How to hate a man 101: Focus on everything wrong with him.

He sounded so arrogant with that infuriating smirk and those knowing blue eyes.

Fuck me now.

My fingers might hurt later from the force I was using to play now.

It took a while. I was lost in the music. Until the thoughts calmed, and I was able to heave a breath.

"That's wonderful." My soul almost jumped out when I heard Sienna's voice. Then I turned to see her leaning against the wall, hands folded across her chest. "Didn't know you can play like that."

I hoped the little spin I added to the tone made her not recognize that it was the song from the ball. I was already pathetic enough as I was.

"Thank you." My cheeks heated. "I had a music teacher. She was really good."

"Obviously."

Her implication made me smile.

"I got a call from Desmond earlier today," she said with that familiar click of annoyance I was getting used to. She likes to pretend like Desmond and Lucien pisses her off, meanwhile she was ride or die for them.

My spine stiffened at the mention of my mate.

"He wanted to know how you're doing."

I turned halfway to her. "What did you say?"

"I told him to f**k himself."

I chuckled. It was refreshing seeing Alphas act like normal people. Normal friendship, normal banters and discussion. I felt like I've been transported to paradise.

"And?"

"He's probably pissed, but what can he do?" She rolled her eyes. "I was nice enough, considering that he called me before I had my morning coffee."

She then sat beside me, teases gone. "How are you doing?"

My heart melted. Not just because of the question alone. I knew that Sienna was not a sentimental person. She wasn't the type to seat with you and listen as you poured out your feelings, so this was an uncomfortable setting for her.

"I'm fine," I answered with a genuine smile.

"I was wondering if you miss Desmond and might want to see him. It's been a week since you met at Lunar claw, and I know that the mate bond can make you go crazy sometimes."

She stared at me curiously, waiting for me to decide.

Did I miss him? Well, does the total inability to stop thinking about him count?

As for wanting to see him again, it was a lot more complicated.

Sienna stood up and walked to a small shelf I hadn't noticed earlier. Then she took out a bottle of expensive looking wine.

"For what it's worth, Desmond f***s good."

Oh f*****g Goddess! I couldn't believe that she said that with a straight face. My face flamed, and warmth in crawled up my skin against my wish.

That was until I placed the pieces together, and the warmed dissipated, replaced my shards of ice. How did she know how good Desmond was in bed if she hadn't... Were they a... I... Did they?

"Don't give me that look." She shook her head. "I know what you're thinking. I didn't f**k him, and I wouldn't do so with a thousand bricks tied around my neck and sleeping with him was the only way I would be free."

Relief could be heard in my laughter, and the embarrassment could be seen plastered on my face. "Don't blame me for thinking that. You sound like you know him so well in that area."

"Well, it's not my fault that he's slept with some really loud girls." She clicked her tongue. "He has no taste."

I laughed again. "You know, saying that Desmond is good in the bed is the first nice thing I've heard you say about him."

Her lips curled slightly. "It might just be the only one."

She took a sip out of her bottle, before coming to sit with me again.

Then as if I didn't exist, she began to play, losing herself in a world that she's created for herself.