The Luna's Prophecy

Chapter 9

Chapter 9

I awaken to shouting, and some sort of thumping sound. I slowly open my eyes and jump up out of bed when I see Gigi hitting Ryker with a wooden spoon.

“I told you, no sleeping in her bed,” she chastises him and continues to whack any part of his body that she can. Every time she misses, Ryker snickers, only making Gigi more determined to land a blow.

“Okay kids, enough.” I shout, both of them freezing in place and turning to look at me.

“Good morning beautiful, you talk in your sleep,” Ryker winks at me, his eyes trailing down my body. I look down and realize I’m in revealing shorts and a tank. I quickly grab my robe off my desk chair and pull it around my body.

“I do? What did I say?” Judging by his face, something embarrassing. Lovely.

“You just confessed your undying love for me, no big deal,” he wiggles his eyebrows at me. Gigi took this opportunity to deliver a smack with her spoon. “Ow!”

“Count yourself lucky I just used a wooden spoon,” Gigi warned.

“Considering it took me being distracted for you to actually land a hit, that’s not a very good threat.”

“This is true. That’s why I also cursed you,” Gigi smiled innocently as she scurried out of the room.

“You’re joking—right?” Ryker called after her, her only response was a snicker.

“Do I actually talk in my sleep?” I’ve slept beside Chels numerous amounts of time and she’s never mentioned it before. The way things have been going lately, I wouldn’t doubt I said something embarrassing last night. Or even worse, I drooled all over the pillow. I glanced at my pillow momentarily, looking for evidence of drool. Thankfully, there wasn’t any.

“You did last night. I’m only joking about confessing your undying love for me. Though I’m open to you doing that any time you want. Most things you mumbled didn’t really make sense or relate to each other. You did say my name a couple times though.” His eyes shone as he said the last bit. Apparently, all I had to do was say his name and he was happy.

“I had a lot on my mind, I guess. A lot of stuff to take in. I probably said your name because you’re the root of all my problems in the last twenty-four hours.” I tried to downplay the fact that I said his name in my sleep. The truth is, last night I dreamed of Ryker all night.

I dreamed of him holding me tight as I stared into those ocean eyes. I dreamed of what it would be like to be running together as wolves. I dreamed of what it would be like to love and be loved by him. I can’t lie to myself anymore, I feel a connection for this man and every part of me wants to be near him, wants to know more about him and wants to be with him. I’m royally screwed. Kind of punny, since he’s literally royal.

“How about I let you get dressed and then we can talk some more over breakfast?” Ryker suggested.

“I’d like that,” I smile at him. His eyes light up, excited I agreed to a conversation and food. He’ll soon learn I never say no to food.

I make my way over to my bathroom and take in my appearance. I look like I got hit by a dump truck. My hair looks like a bird’s nest, tangled and sticking out in every direction. My skin looks dull, and remnants of my mascara surrounded my eyes. If Ryker really thought I was attractive after seeing me like this, I seriously question that superhuman vision he claims to have. I hop in the shower, knowing this was my only chance at untangling my hair and bringing some life to my flat face.

I get out of the shower and towel off my body and brush through my wavy raven hair, only satisfied when there’s no longer any knots. I sweep some mascara over my long lashes to enhance my honey eyes and dab on some lip serum before I am content with how I look. I toss on some black leggings and a simple black shirt before heading into the kitchen. The smell of cinnamon leading my right to a plate of French toast on the island.

“This looks absolutely delicious,” I say, staring lovingly at the French toast, “Thanks Gigi.”

“Actually, I made it. Gigi stepped out,” Ryker came up from behind me, startling me slightly. I turned around and couldn’t help the laugh that escaped my lips. Ryker was wearing Gigi’s apron, only it was ten sizes too small for his enormous muscular body. Not to mention that it said, ‘my cooking is so good, even the smoke alarm cheers me on.’ I had bought it after Gigi managed to burn garlic bread on three separate occasions.

“Is it edible?” I teased. Ryker swiftly picked me up and plopped me on the stool by the island and pushed the plate in front of me.

“I’ll have you know I’m a very good chef. I don’t even let the Omegas make me meals.” He puffed his chest proudly. Too bad I have no idea what he’s talking about. A brief image of him cooking in nothing but an apron on quickly flashed through my mind. Is it hot in here?

“Do they normally cook for everyone?”

“Well yes, typically Omegas work in and around the pack house doing various things such as cooking, cleaning and gardening. Everyone helps out. The ranked wolves are usually busy enough with their own duties and don’t normally have time to help with chores.” He took a seat beside me, propping his elbow on the island and resting his face in his palm. “Eat.”

“How do I know you didn’t poison it in an attempt to kidnap me while Gigi is away?” I raised my eyebrows at him. He rolled his eyes before stabbing the French toast and taking a bite, keeping his eyes on mine the whole time. I’ve never had someone keep such intense eye contact while eating before. It was strange. It was also kind of hot. If you’re new here, I need therapy.

“See? They’re safe. Now stop being difficult and just eat.”

“Wow. You’re so bossy.” Again, kind of hot.

“It’s the Alpha in me, my love,” he winked at me and I choked on a piece of toast. I’m not sure if it was the wink, or the fact that he called me ‘love.’ Either way, I forgot how to chew and now I’m going to die choking on French toast that the sexiest man I’ve ever met made me. Not a bad way to go. “Seems like you’re still learning how to eat. Here, drink.” He pushed a mug of coffee and I promptly began to chug it, ignoring the fact that it was now burning my throat. Get it together Willow.

“So, tell me more about this wolfy stuff,” I managed to speak after finally clearing my windpipe.

“There’s so much to tell you, but I think it would be easier to show you. I understand this is all new to you, but I’d like it if you came back to my pack with me. As the Alpha I can’t stay away for too long, and it’s already been two days, my Beta has probably set the place on fire. Can’t count on him to change his underwear every day, let alone lead a pack in my absence,” He paused, gauging my reaction, “Gigi and Chelsea are obviously welcome to come as well. There’s plenty of room on my land.”

“I don’t know. I have my whole life here,” I gesture around the apartment.

“But it isn’t your real life. You’ve been living as a human for twenty-two years, when you’ve never really been human. It’s only a matter of days before you shift into your wolf, and you can’t exactly do that in this apartment or in the local part.”

“How do you know I’ll shift?” How can I go from never shifting to shifting in the next couple days?

“I spoke with Gigi while you were showering. She has no need to hide your true self from you anymore, and there’s no need for you to take the elixir anymore. This means your wolf will soon make its presence known, and shortly after you’ll have the ability to shift.”

“I’m not ready for that,” I whisper, realizing just how terrifying it must be to literally become an animal.

Ryker put his hand under my chin, tilting my head up towards him. “I promise you, I’ll be with you every step of the way. I’ll help in any way I can.”

“Can I think about it?”

“Well, considering the fate of all werewolves, and most supernatural lives rely on you, don’t take your time.” Oh yeah, the prophecy.

“Okay fine, but promise me if I don’t like it there you’ll let me come back here. No arguments, no threats and no guilt trips. I’m willing to give all this madness a chance,” I surrender. If I’m trying this saviour everyone thinks I am, I should at least give it a shot. If this all turns out to be some bullshit, then I can laugh about it in the future at how naïve I was.

“Pinky swear,” he held out his pinky for me. I rolled my eyes at his childish gesture, but locked pinkies with him regardless.

So, there it is. I have officially gone insane. I am leaving everything I know and love to go to an unknow location with a guy I met just over twenty-four hours ago, who claims to be a supernatural creature and also claims he’s my mate. In the dictionary beside crazy, just write my name in the description.