UnWilling Luna

Chapter Four

I could smell the chemicals, and hear the soft beeps, of the hospital room around me. However, there was a much more intense, overpowering scent. Blake was here. I kept my eyes closed, hoping he would go away. How long had I been out? I didn’t want to move and have to explain myself to him.

“Young Alpha, I’ll let you know when she’s awake. You should go to sleep,” I heard a female voice say.

The hairs on the end of my neck stood up. Who was the woman talking to my mate?! Of course, rationally, I knew that it was a nurse since it definitely wasn’t my mother, but I couldn’t help it. I felt my heart beat rising, and a slight ringing in my ears from the roaring blood.

One of the machines started beating faster, and I heard her say something about going to get my mother. As soon as she was gone, I was able to relax. When my mother came in, my heart was steady. No cause for alarm.

“She’s dreaming. Something probably just gave her anxiety,” she explained as she was walking around me, checking the machines from the sounds of it.

While I wanted to reach out to her, talk to her, Blake was still definitely there from his scent, and I didn’t want to face him yet. I was scared. How long was I out? Did he know the truth already? After all, his birthday was just a few days after mine. I held back a gulp, but only barely. Soon enough my mother left, and I was in the room with just Blake.

“I wish you’d told me,” he whispered, and I heard him stand up and start to pace. “Why don’t you want me? You lied to me. We’re... we’re mates,” his voice cracked, making my heart follow suit.

He approached the bed again, and this time, he held my hand. I tried to pretend to stay asleep, but this time the heat and pleasure was so intense, I can’t help but gasp. To cover up that I’d been awake, I flutter my eyes open, looking around a bit, as if confused, before my eyes land on him.

He looked horrible. His eyes were bloodshot, and his hair was oily. His clothes were dirty, and I could tell that while he had showered, probably in the bathroom attached to my room, he obviously hadn’t had a change of clothes. “You’re awake,” he said, almost like he was in a trance.

I knitted my brows together, sliding my hand out of his grasp, trying not to hiss at the loss of his touch. “What, what are you doing here? What happened?” He stood up quickly before walking over to the hospital room door and sliding a chair under the handle. My blood ran cold. “What are you doing?” I demanded, pulling the blanket up higher on me.

He turned around, a snarl on his face. It made me gulp. “What am I doing?!” he growled, walking up to me. “I’m here because when I turned 18, I realized you’re my mate. How could you lie to me about that?”

He grabbed my shoulders, forcing me to let out a soft sound of pleasure. I loathed myself for it, but the heat felt so good. I never knew that I was so cold. I could barley focus on his words when he touched me, but the sadness, the brokenness, on his face forced me to. However, his eyes darkened when I made that noise. f**k. He looked godly like that.

“I-I,” I stammered, trying not to get distracted by the way he was looking at my lips, darting every so often to make eye contact with me. Goddess, he was gorgeous, and so tempting. Why would she do this to me?

“You what?” he whispered in a barely there voice before letting go of my shoulders. I breathed a sigh of relief until he sat down on the edge of my bed, our legs touching.

Biting my lip, I steeled myself to tel him the truth. Don’t look at him. Don’t think anything besides what you’re going to say. “When I found out you were my mate, I was going to reject you so you could find someone else to be Luna. When your dad basically told me we were getting married, I guess I had a panic attack and couldn’t handle it.”

There’s a long silence, and then his hand is on my thigh. I hold back another sound of pleasure, though I can’t help the wetness forming between my legs.

“You were going to reject me?”

I nodded, trying not to focus on how hot his hand was on my skin.

“Hm,” he ran his hand further up slightly, and this time, I can’t hold back a whimper. “Seems like you don’t really want to though, so why would you consider it?”

I didn't feel like I could really explain why without the possibility of my life being in danger. “I think the Pack needs a different Luna.”

“Even my dad thinks that you’re a good choice for a Luna. Don’t you think he’d know?” he asked, his hands grazing the inner part of my thigh, making me whine quietly.

“Please stop that,” I whispered, lightly pushing his hand away, despite my wolf and my body begging for more. He removed his hand, and again I wanted to have that warmth back, but I resisted the urge to reach out for him. I didn’t want to be with him. All of this pull was just the mate bond, that I would soon break. “I, Charlotte DeMarie, reject you, Blake Heart, as my mate and my position as future Luna,” I said, stealing myself as a pain like a punch to the gut happens.

He started at me for several moments, but it was so tense that it felt like forever. Why wasn’t he accepting it? “No.”

I sucked air in sharply through my teeth. What did he mean no??

“No?” I repeated, trying to keep the irritation and anger out of my voice.

“No,” he confirmed, looking me dead in the eye.