The Eclipsed Life of Luna Mischa

CH 9

She watched as Anthony’s eyes glazed over as he put her breakfast down and then a frown crossed his face. She picked up her plate and shook her head, snorted right as he came back to the room, because she knew that had to be Christy, no one else would dare to mind-link to him while his Mate and Luna was in heat.

“What is funny to you?” he asked.

“Christy was it?” she rolled her eyes. The girl was up and just realized he was not only in the packhouse but on the Alpha floor and not with her, had likely pulled on that tether and realized exactly where he was and was calling him to come back to her.

“Sorry, it’s hard to please both of you at the same time sometimes,” he murmured.

“Really! It’s hard to please me? Tell me when did I ever interrupt your time with Christy, and you had to leave her to please me?” she put right to him. “Actually, tell me the last time you had to go out of your way to please me about anything. That was directly me whining about nothing in particular… I don’t beg for your attention or play at guilt-tripping you into walking away from your other Mate. Now do I, ‘no’ Only Christy does that, when she’s unhappy your spending time with me.”

He sighed heavily “Yes, I understand you’re much more mature than she is. Please understand she’s still young.”

“And still insecure.” Mischa nodded as she ate her breakfast, and he blinked at her, cutting him off with the very words he’d been about to state to her: “It’s what you always say, young and insecure. Though to be honest with you, Anthony, I don’t see how she can possibly still be insecure, when, even now, I’m in heat, and she’s…”

She thought about it and looked at him, saw a flicker of guilt cross his face and realized just what Christy had mind-linked to him about, and shook her head, “Asking you to leave me and go f**k her right. When she clearly knows you can’t, because you would have told your unit I’m in heat, and they would have passed it on to her.

“But there she is, still trying to get you to leave me and go to her, leave my heat unattended. How do you not see she’s a b***h?” she’d stated flatly, uncaring of the ramifications of insulting his other Mate right to his face today.

It was the first time she’d not been polite or reasonable in her word choice with him regarding Christy, “What Luna does that to a she-wolf, tries to pull their Mate away from them when they’re attending to their Mate’s heat. I certainly have never done that. Wouldn’t ever even consider it. Yet your beloved second Mate just tried to do that.”

He was frowning at her. “I’m not leaving you Mischa, I told her as much.”

“Oh, did you apologize first, for not being able to go to her, or did you chastise her for her blatant disrespect, and the pain it would cause me if you did get up and leave to go to her.” She asked right back.

He was frowning at her deeply and she got up. “Apologized, in other words, you didn’t even see what she’d done was wrong, now did you. This is how she took over our suite. Well, your suite now. You're just blind to her because she’s got you terrified, she’ll leave you. She won’t, you know, likes the title, I’m more likely to walk away from you than she is.”

His hand latched right on to her. “I’m not going to her, Mischa; I will not leave you to suffer your heat alone. I am your Mate and, despite our difficulties, I love you. You know this, are just mad at me and I don’t know how to fix it. You don’t know how hard it is to have two Mates, that aren’t mated to each other as well as yourself. I’m pulled in all directions all the time.”

“No, you’re not.” She shook off his hand. “I’ve not asked you to do anything with me in six months, so don’t try and spin that. I won’t buy it.” She walked off to the kitchen and heard something smash into something in her living room and shook her head. She’d managed to tick him off and unleash his temper, it seemed.

She was curious as to if it was because he’d just been caught out, or he just realized she was right, and he’d somehow deluded himself into believing he was the offended party, when in fact it was her.

She walked back into the living area to find him standing there, glazed over once more, his fists were balled at his sides, and she walked over to her bedroom doorway and leaned on it as she stood and watched him.

That girl, again, she was betting, pulling out all the stops to try and have him leave this room. It was going to be a very long four days, s*x and arguing she was willing to bet. His eyes opened, and she smiled at him and the angry look on his face.

“What? Still doing her best to get you to leave, or is she just too young and stupid to understand I’m in heat, and you need to be here for four days until it's over. Or can’t she bare to be without you, so want’s you to be with her between bouts?” she stated.

“This attitude doesn’t suit you, Mischa,” he muttered.

She laughed as he banged into the kitchen. She knew she’d hit the nail on the head, he was going to learn over the next four days just what kind of person Christy really was. She’d simply woken up and been unhappy about realizing Anthony was in Mischa’s room and wanted him to come out of it and go to her for some stupid reason.

She picked up a book as he came back into the living area with a broom and dustpan. He’d hurled her decorative glass bowl at the wall in his anger and was now there to clean it up. “Sorry, I’ll replace it,” he muttered.

“You bought it in the first place,” she shrugged and sat down.

He stilled and looked at her and then huffed after a minute “Your 21th birthday present. You insisted on going to the human markets.”

“Yes.” She nodded. At least he did recall somethings.

He cleaned up and came back. “I am sorry for the interruptions…”

She looked at him as he trailed off and rolled her eyes. Not even 15 minutes, that girl was going to get a beating at the rate she was going, because as she watched him, she was seeing more than annoyance now, that was anger creeping into him, and she could actually feel it a moment later rolling off him.

She kind of leaned back away from him as he practically started to vibrate on the couch next to her, then he just shot to his feet and snarled into the room and her coffee table was kicked across the room.

She sighed four days, nothing was going to survive his temper at this rate; a bowl here, a table there. Then he was stalking to the suite door. She stared after him. If he left this suite, all hell was going to break loose was her thought she could even feel annoyance starting to rise in Laud at the thought that he was about to leave them alone during their heat.

Then he was just prowling around by the door, didn’t seem willing to leave, and then there was a chime, the doorbell, and she shot to her feet as she realized he was going to open the door. She took a step back away from the door. She might not be in an actual bout of heat, but she would still scent of heat and any un-mated males on the other side could rush in. Was he insane?

She watched as he yanked the door open, reached out and yanked Christy into her suite and banged the door shut. The girl kind of stumbled because he’d used his wolfen speed on her. Mischa nearly snarled at him. She didn’t want that she-wolf in this suite, let alone in here when she was in heat.

“See she’s not lying, smell her for yourself,” Anthony grated out.

Oh, so that was the game she was playing. Mischa rolled her eyes at the realization that Christy had accused her of faking going into heat. Was she f*****g dumb or just desperate to keep them apart? That she-wolf even knew Mischa had two heats a year; that now would be around the time she was due to have one.

“How could I possibly lie about something like that?” Mischa snorted. “Are you so very petty that you can’t handle your Mate tending to his other Mates needs. I never question it when you go into heat.”

“You could lie about it,” Christy muttered. “I wouldn’t know you barely have time for me anymore. Told Anthony we’d work together, but you won’t work with me.”

“I’m too busy cleaning up after you. You spend pack money like it grows on trees, instead of having to be earned. I’m the pack's head accountant or have you forgotten that? That I can track your every dollar spent. Tally it all up and put it before Anthony, compare it to my own spending.”

“Enough, you two should be getting along by now. Why won’t you just get along?” Anthony snarled as he glared from one to the other.

“It’s not me,” Mischa stated.

“It is her, see she just blamed me, Anthony.” Christy gasped and looked at Anthony, a lip trembling.

“Oh and here comes the waterworks,” Mischa stated. “Crying on cue, can’t even handle a single statement without the tears being turned on.” She stared right at Christy. “Or do you want this room for you and Anthony as well? Having the Alpha and Luna Suite isn’t enough for you? Need a third room? How about you take this one, and I’ll move to the single dorm. Will that suit you or should I just reject Anthony so you, you selfish little b***h, can have him all to yourself?” Her anger finally boiled over.

She did not want that she-wolf in this room at all, and yet she’d managed to get Anthony to bring her in here under the guise of proving she was in heat and not faking it.

“Enough,” Anthony snapped, “And I’m not rejecting either of you. You can both bloody deal with it. Selena gave you both to me. I will not ever reject one of you for the other,” he grated out.

“I don’t want her in my suite, and you know it, Anthony, it’s my one f*****g rule. And yet here she is, she has managed to get you to bring her into this room just like she did the Alpha Suite. Now this room is dirty, just like that Alpha Suite.” She snarled at him. “You can’t even keep one promise to me, can you! But you keep everyone one you make to her. All I have ever f*****g asked of you, is she’s not allowed in my suite, nothing more.”

“I had to prove…”

“Bullshit.” Mischa roared at him. “You’re the f*****g Alpha, she just accused you of lying, accused me, your Luna of lying to you. And you’re stupid enough to try and placate her, when you should have just laid the law down. How could I lie to you? When you can actually feel if I’m in heat or not,” she snarled at him.