The Eclipsed Life of Luna Mischa

CH 13

If Christy had done this to herself, it was entirely possible that she was going to do it again every time Mischa went into heat, and all to just stop Anthony from mating her and trying to produce an heir with her. It was cruel and vicious by nature.

She’d also be setting herself up to have three heats this coming year, something that was unheard of. One now, one when she was actually due to go into heat and then one again in six months when Mischa’s next heat came. That would be three heats in six months, very unnatural to the point it was unheard of unless it was induced by someone.

That she-wolf, she thought if this was her plan, hadn’t really considered all the factors, and was unlikely to have done all the actual research with regard to follow-on side effects or ramifications of overuse of her own heat pheromones.

This one-induced heat was okay and wouldn’t have follow-on side effects other than what actually happened in that room now during the heat she was going through. But if she was stupid enough to continue to do it to herself in the future, her body would adjust to it, and it would consider it to be normal, and so she’d end up with two heats naturally after two years.

That’s where the real problems would start as well, for Christy, but for Mischa it would be interesting to watch. Two heats were considered normal for some she-wolves, like herself. But being they were Mates that shared one Mate, and with Christy’s temperament and need to have Anthony all to herself.

When Mischa went into heat, Christy was still likely to induce her own again, having four heats a year, and that was unheard of in their world.

“Just wait, Paul, it’ll out itself in time if I’m correct,” she stated.

He drove her to the pack hospital in his car, and she stated, “If the Alpha asks at all, you may tell him I’m in the Luna Medical Suite, but I wouldn’t count on it. He’s not once asked me if I’m alright or even apologized.”

“Are you joking?”

“No,” she sighed. “That heat Christy is having if she did self-induce it, it will be twice the length of her natural heat.”

“You’re kidding me right?” he muttered.

“No, like I said, I did my research,” She stated as she walked into the pack hospital. She just nodded at him. “Go and check how long she goes into heat for each year. Just wait and see is all we can do.” He nodded and left her in the hands of the pack doctor when she waved him off.

Despite her heat being over now, she felt utterly drained and knew it was because of those drugs she’d taken. She’d never been rendered unconscious but her wolfen healing burned those drugs out of her system quickly, and with that she’d had to take more and more with each passing bout.

Then sleep wouldn’t come, and she didn’t have the energy to get up and cook or eat and felt terrible. She had barely even drunk anything in the past two days. Then, when she did, everything had just come back up. She’d been unable to keep anything down after 24 hours of her heat not being tended too properly.

Brent knew this and had given instructions for her to come right here after her heat was over. He looked unhappy to see her in such a state, she looked haggard and felt sluggish as she walked. She’d felt fine coming down here and only now realized that Paul, as her Gamma, had been making sure she wasn’t feeling the full residual effects.

She was set up with an IV infusion to help with rehydration. “24 hours in here is my recommendation. I’ll have food sent and stop all visitors bar the Gamma,”

“Thank you, I’m not hungry though, and I’d like you to prep this room for Christy when I leave it.” she stated. “If her heat bouts have barely stopped at all, she is getting no rest up there at all and that…” she sighed and saw Brent nod slowly as if realizing what she was implying.

“Could see her be injured in her own heat.” He huffed himself. “Is that why he didn’t tend to yours?”

“Hmm, he was mating her a lot, Laud stated, more than he should have been, she feels. I recall her heat naturally lasts five days, so she’s got at least two more to go. If Anthony doesn’t ask you to send something to sedate her completely or suppress it, due to it risking harm coming to her, that is.” She hoped he was smart enough to realize something was off if it lasted longer than five days. “None of us want that, her coming to harm at Anthony’s hands. Please have everything set up for it just in case though,” she told him.

Despite what she thought of Christy and what had just happened to herself, she would not be lacking in her duties as the pack's Luna. It was her job to look after pack members, especially she-wolves, and although Christy wasn’t her favorite person and possibly brought harm to herself. There was as yet no proof of that, and wouldn’t be for days to come, so she would do her job as the Luna and prep their pack doctor to take care of Christy and the possible injuries she might sustain from being over mated by her Alpha Mate.

She would always be the Luna she was meant to be, would not stoop to play the games Christy did, was true to her Mate Bond regardless of it being completely eclipsed by her Mate’s second Luna.

She’d been the Luna for 22 years and would set things up to see the pack's other Luna taken care of, because not only was she a pack member, and a Luna, she was a part of her Mate Bond, and if she didn’t take care of her, it would be like betraying her bond to Anthony. She would do this each and every time, proving she was a good Luna and cared for his other Mate, even if she was a deceitful little cow.

“Yes, Luna.” Brent nodded. “Is there anything else?”

“No, I’m honestly just exhausted and want to sleep.” She murmured.

“I can fix that.” He smiled at her, and then he pushed a dose of something that made her sigh softly as she felt herself start to get really drowsy, and the last thing she heard was him chuckle softly. “Better than the Gamma, huh. Sleep now, Luna.”

She slept like the dead for 14 solid hours and woke up feeling much more like herself. She ate a meal and kept it down and relaxed for many more hours in bed, just watched a movie or something on the TV until Brent discharged her.

She thanked the staff for tending to her and headed for her Luna’s office, opting to walk and not have Paul collect her. It was a nice afternoon just past lunchtime, and though there were a few swirls of snow about she was comfortable with the cold.

She mind-linked to her personal omega. 'Anne, please collect all my belongings from my current room, and I’ll have you take them to another suite, after I choose one.'

'Luna?' Anne asked.

'I would like a nicer view…' she thought about the available rooms. 'I believe there is a corner suite available at the Northeastern end of the packhouse.'

'Yes, Luna there is. It has a large balcony too.'

'Mm, please move my things in there, Anne asap.' She commented.

'Of course, Luna.' Anne answered, and Mischa dropped the link.

She walked into the packhouse and made herself coffee, then walked up the stairs to that very suite and re-coded the lock on the door, linked to Anne what the new code was and told her not to give it to anyone. Not all their suites had coded doors. This was actually one designed for a wolfen council member, and she was now claiming it as her own. There was another that could be used if they turned up, though that was a rarity, so she was unconcerned about being in their way.

Mischa walked through it and pushed out onto the balcony and stood out there to lean on the railing and drink her coffee as she looked at the view of the forest and out over the pack town from here. This room was at the opposite end of the packhouse to where Anthony was.

“Let’s just see what you do with this,” she murmured to herself.

She wondered just how long it would take him to realize she’d moved from that room, which she would never ever set foot in again. It was just a room filled with pain to her now, and it was also tainted as well.

She didn’t even have to walk past his room to get here, there was a set of stairs for her to use at this end. Just past the ballroom on the ground floor near the library, there was a sweeping staircase that went up to the higher floors. Walking this way when leaving her office, would just see him think she was headed for the library, the packhouse laundry or the storage area below the packhouse.

She thanked Anne and the other omegas that had boxed all her stuff up and brought it to this room. She didn’t even get odd looks, and she knew that was because she’d not resided in the Alpha Suite for a long time now, so moving from one room to another wasn’t odd to them.

Though Anne smiled at her, “I think this one suits you, Luna, more so than the last one.”

“It’s certainly more spacious.” She nodded, “Could you do me one more favor, Anne?”

“Of course, Luna. Just ask.” Anne smiled.

“I’d like a nice outdoor setting if there are any in storage. I don’t need anything brand new, happy to have anything.”

“I’ll see what I can do, stationary or swingable?”

“Swingable.” She smiled.

Anne nodded. “Good choice,”

She’d not chosen this room because it was as far from Anthony and Christy as she could get. If she wanted to do that, she’d opt for that empty house out in the south of the pack. She’d chosen this suite because it was coded and, with her being the only one with the code other than Anne, it was very unlikely Christy would get to set foot in here. Not without it being forced from Anne and, therefore, it would be intentional and that she could state without a doubt.

Anne was her omega, not Christy’s, so she wouldn’t give the code out to anyone, not even Anthony, without getting her permission first. She was loyal to her Luna, and that was something Mischa was truly grateful for.