The Luna's Prophecy

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

After dinner I excused myself and got ready for bed. I was mentally and physically exhausted from the information overload. I laid in bed and stared up at my ceiling and tried to concentrate on clearing my mind and relaxing my body so I could fall asleep. My mind was running a thousand miles a minute, and my heart was beating almost as quick. Despite my efforts, images of the dog from the park kept coming into my mind. Those eyes, something about those eyes were so familiar. They were so similar to the dogs from my dream, but that wasn’t quite it. Where did I know those icy blue eyes from?

I gasped and sat up in bed. “Ryker,” I said aloud.

My bedroom door creaked open, and Ryker peaked in, “Yes?”

“What are you doing in my room?” I threw a pillow at him.

“You called me,” he chuckled as he bent to pick up the pillow, walking it to my bed. Something about his presence calmed me. I could feel the gears in my brain slowing and my heart rate coming down.

“Was it you?” I asked.

“Was what me?” He sits on the edge of my bed.

“The park. The dog.” I whisper, unsure of myself.

“Yes,” he breathes. I’m shocked at his admission, I thought he would at least try to deny it. I had a feeling it was him, the dog—or I guess the wolf—has the exact same piercing blue eyes. Even in my dark room, with the slightest lighting from the streetlights, I could still see his shining eyes.

“May I?” he gestures towards my bed.

“Oh hell no, you’re not getting in my bed.”

He laughs lightly, “No, I’m not getting in. May I lay down beside you. I think it’ll help you fall asleep, I’ve heard you tossing and turning for the past hour. It’ll help me sleep too. It’s a mate thing.”

I bit my lip, contemplating his request. His eyes darted to my lips, his bright blue eyes becoming a little dark and stormy. I’m sure any other woman would kill to have this handsome man in their bed, not to mention he’s literally royalty.

“Okay,” I whispered as I laid back down and turned on my side to face him as he laid down and did the same.

We laid down facing each other in silence. This time, it didn’t feel as uncomfortable as before. Something about being masked in darkness made it easier to accept that I was insanely attracted to this man, and his presence did ease my nerves. Maybe it was the cover of the night, or maybe I have finally had that psychotic break I was on the brink of all day.

He reached a hand towards me hesitantly and tucks a strand of my hair behind my ear, once again running his fingertips down my jaw towards my chin. His fingers leave a trail of fire on my face and I close my eyes enjoying the feeling. When I open my eyes, I’m met with his deep ocean eyes. The way he was looking at my made my stomach flip.

I reach my own hand out and trace the scar above his left eye. It started inside his brown and ran diagonally to the outside of his eye. His eyes closed at my touch. “What happened?” I can’t help myself from asking.

“Aziz,” his voice laced with venom, “It was his parting gift for me.”

“I’m sorry what he did to you and your family.” I frowned resting my hand on his cheek. He turned his face into my palm and took a deep breath, a smiling forming on his perfect lips.

“Did you—did you just sniff my wrist?” I tried to pull my hand back, but he caught it and rested it on his cheek again.

“I did,” he smiled sheepishly, “once you gain your wolf and feel our bond, you’ll understand. Every werewolf has a specific scent, and our mates are always the most intoxicating ones for us. Our mates scent helps to calm us when we’re angry or anxious, and it also—um—excites us.”

I yanked my hand away from his face and couldn’t stop my eyes from glancing down at his jeans. Ryker erupted in laughter, his laugh shaking my bed slightly. I quickly covered his mouth with my hand, he was going to wake up Gigi.

“Why are you laughing at?” I hissed.

He continued to laugh and gently placed a kiss on my palm, before moving my hand back to his cheek.

“You totally just checked out my junk.”

“What? No I didn’t!”

“Willow, part of being a werewolf means we have enhanced vision, hearing and senses in general. I saw your eyes dart to my manhood when I mentioned being excited by your mates’ scent,” he had a huge grin on his face. “Tell me, what were you looking for?” He had a mischievous glint in his eyes that made my stomach doing flips.  

“I—I—I wasn’t—” I wasn’t what? I was caught. I totally did look at his junk. He said your mates scent excites you. He also says I’m his mate, so that means my scent would excite him, right?

Ryker rolled over onto his back, shaking the bed once again with laughter.

“Oh stop it,” I shove his shoulder. I was thankful for the darkness, at least it could hide my reddening face. He tried, and failed, to stifle his laughter as he pulled me into his arms, wrapping his strong arms around my waist. I rested my head on his insanely muscular chest and my palm over his heart.

“Sorry, you’re adorable when you’re all flustered.” I could hear the smile in his voice.

I rolled my eyes at him, though I doubt he could see me.

“What do I smell like?”

“Like nothing I’ve ever smelled before. Like cinnamon and vanilla, like a field of flowers, sweet and intoxicating. Your scent is so mouth-watering I could eat you.” He playfully snapped his teeth towards me.

“So, I smell like a Cinnabon?”

“What’s a Cinnabon?” Did this man seriously not know what a Cinnabon was? Is that even possible?

“It’s a human thing,” I giggled.

“I’d love to hear about your human life sometime. I’ve rarely spent time in the human towns.”

“I doubt it’s as interesting as shifting into a wolf, and I’m sure it’s not much different than the life you lead. Why were you in town last night then?” I wondered.

“Fate,” he simply stated.

“Go on,” I urged.

“It’s strange, but something deep inside me told me to go into the human town last night. My Beta Kenji was dying for a guy’s night out and he loves observing the humans, so he suggested we go into town. Normally I would have said no and shut that down, but I actually liked the idea. Kenji was naturally shocked I actually agreed, but he was elated at the same time. We were just walking down the street, maybe a couple kilometers from the club when I got a whiff of your scent and took off running. That’s when I spotted you and Chelsea stumbling out of the club. I immediately was able to recognize that Chelsea was a werewolf, but you stumped me. I knew you were my mate, but I couldn’t sense your wolf. Obviously, I now know it’s because Gigi cloaked you and suppressed your wolf. That’s when I approached you and was utterly confused by your reaction. I’ve heard stories of mates first encounters, how time seems to stop, and you can’t focus on anything else but your mate. But with you, all I could see was the confusion and hesitation in your eyes. You stood there, looking sexy as hell in that black dress may I add, and looked at me like I was some cracked out stranger. It made me doubt if you were actually my mate.”

“How do you know I’m your mate?”

He loosened his grip on my waist and ran his fingers along my jaw, down my neck and along my arm resting on his chest, making all the hairs on my body stand up.

“That’s how,” he said huskily, “the way your body reacts to mine, the way mine reacts to yours. That’s how I know for sure. It will only intensify once you have your wolf, and even more so when we Mark each other.”

“You mentioned something about a Mark earlier, what does that mean?”

Ryker shifted uncomfortably before finally saying, “It’s something incredibly intimate. When mates accept each other, they go through the mating and Marking process. Essentially, while you’re mating, you would bite into your mates Marking Spot, located about here,” He gently brushed the area above my collarbone sending shivers down my spine. “It’s how other wolves know you’re mated and off-limits.”

“How do you mate?”

Ryker turned his head towards me, our faces inches apart. I feel his warm breath on my face. The corners of his mouth turn up as he says, “You have sex.”

“Oh.” I could feel my face becoming flush. Once again, I’m thankful that the darkness hides this from Ryker.

“Enough fun for one night, get some rest,” he gently commands. I nod my head in agreement, I am exhausted. I attempt to pull away from Ryker, but his hands tighten around my waist. “No, let me hold you.” Too tired to argue with him I close my eyes and let sleep take me.

As I’m drifting off to sleep, I feel soft lips press against my forehead and a small whisper, “Sleep my little flower.”