The Unwanted Luna

chapter 8

Klaus POV

My eyes stay glued to the woman on the stage who has her hands wrapped around the microphone, looking at me with such a pretty smile.

I run my hands through my head. What the hell is she doing here?

And how did she get the attention of all these people? Clearly, she was doing something because of how divided the club is.

“What? Is she your mate?” Dean asks staring in front of me

I suck in a deep breath. First of all, because this wanker has decided to obstruct my view and now I have to replace Katherine’s face with his displeasing face

“And?” I ask.

His eyes dart from Katharine and back to me. She dropped the microphone and gave me a smile on her face.

“Awwn, you missed me so much?” She asks.

I raise an eyebrow as my eyes travel down her body. From her king curly hair to her flushed face and boobs and back.

What the hell is she doing here?

I stretch my hands “Let's go”

She shakes her head “I found my people you can go on your own. I will catch up with you. We were having a great time” She turns to the crowd “Right?”

Most of the women nod their heads.

I draw her closer, wrapping my arms around her waist as I whisper “What the hell did you do this time?”

“Nothing. I… I just walked in and met your brother Dean who seems so bent on destroying my image. You know he actually told.me that he was going to tarnish the reputation of your mate. He did not know I was the one. So I decided to do that myself”

What the hell is she saying? I turn to Luca asking for a God damn explanation

He shrugs “I don't know”

“You liar! I knew you were up to something!”, Dean shouts and rushes towards Katherine dragging her by her hair.

A very very deadly mistake.

I speed run to him, grabbing him by his neck, squeezing the living hell out of him

“Let go of me!” He hits my chest. He lets out a very weak growl.

This weak motherfuvket.

The urge to snap his neck comes drawing on my skin. It is so obvious that the only reason why he is alive is that I had promised my dad on his deathbed that I would not be the cause of his son’s death.

My fangs appear wild as I open my mouth, ready to bite the hell out of him.

“Klaus! Stop!” Katherine grabs my hands trying to stop me.

The urge disappeared as quickly as it came, the fangs disappearing, the anger dislobing like it was never there.

“Klaus please. Let's just go home” she pleads.

I suck in a deep breath and release him, he drops on the floor coughing out loud massaging his neck

My eyes meet her sea blue eyes. I am meant to hate Bet, dislike her and Mayne torture her, and that I am, obeying her own order.

I run my hands through my hair. This fubing mate Bond.

She slides her palm into mine “Let's go”

I take one last glance at everyone before walking out of the crowd, her hands on mine.

“What the hell were you thinking when you escaped from the palace and came to a club, a strip club Katherine. And of all the clubs in the world Dean’s! You could have been killed!” I snap at her age.

She flinched a little bit “I should be asking you why the hell do you care? You want me dead by the way. You want to reduce me to a piece of s**t right?!” She asked, shouting in my face, her blue eyes darker with anger.

She points at the club “You are shouting at me that I was in Dean’s club well guess what he is better than you.

When he saw me he did not insult me, nor make me feel less of myself, nor did he take advantage of my mate Bond or me as you did, and then make me feel worthless for acting with my feelings!

Yes, I escaped because it would have been better to die with Dean than to die with you!”

I let out a quiet laugh, falling back into the seat my anger disappearing. “Well, you thought wrong. No one is going to kill you except me. And as long as I want you to live you live. Now tell me what you did in the club”

She shrugs and turns to the other side “I told the women and Dean”

“About what?”

“About me. Because he wanted to spread rumors that I am a w***e and a gold-digging slut. I needed to remind them that I am not a bad person. That I did not have a choice” she lets out a chuckle.

“You lost your mate and you were allowed to mourn her” she lets out a bigger laugh.

“I lost the love of my freaking life!” She snaps hitting her chest “I lost the person who ever loved you. Even when my parents hated me. He loved me.

He followed me not out of order but because he did not want me to go. And instead of me dying. He left.

The freaking moon goddess snatched him from me and yet I am tossed at you like a discarded trash!”

She sniffed and turned to me “And guess what? Most people actually think like me. They think they are cursed by the moon goddess.

Because she gave them no option. Just like she gave me no one.

I had no choice, but you know just like they all dress up and look beautiful to submit their fate to men like you who do not care about them and make a mockery of their feelings.

That is the same way it goes for me”

She drew closer staring at me in my face, her strawberry scent filled my nostrils, intoxicating me.

I suck in a deep breath gathering every bit of self-restraint left in me, ignoring my wolf.

“Okay. No one is arguing with you. Now, can you sit back?”

“Why?” She asks, daring me “I thought you were the king of self-control and this so-called mate Bond between us does not affect you, right?” She asks.

I take a step backward “You are drunk. I would drive you home”

She fell back "i said. You are just as weak as I am when it comes to this bond. You don't want me not because you hate me. No its afr from that. I think you even understand my predicament. That I had no choice. You hate me because you want me, you want me so bad that it makes you reak of shame especially when you think about your ex-mate. Theresa”

She takes a good glance at me and mutters “f**k you” before she slowly closes her eyes.

I watch as she takes in a deep breath and exhales steadily.

.

I realized that we are alike in more wyS that we can ever admit.

Just kike her, I lost the only person who made me feel like a person

And they both died because they were connected to us.

That’s all.

Het words echo in my head

“You hate me because you want me”

But I don't want her. I would never do that.

It's just that… the mate bond is what makes this whole issue more complicated than it seems.

Ordinarily, I would have killed her a long time ago had it not been that she was my mate.

I suck in a deep breath and take one glance at her before leaving the club.

I don't want her

My wolf wants her.

It's all about the mate Bond and not me.

Or maybe it's me.

The truth is. I don't know who the hell wants her at this point.

Because with Theresa, mating was about what I wanted.

Not what my wolf wanted.

And with Katherine

It's the other way around.