From Rogue To Queen

Lexa, Not Luna

—Alexa’s POV—-

I awake early the next morning to the warm rays of sunlight seeping through the curtains, casting a golden hue across the room. The faint scent of cedar and pine lingers in the air.. As I try to piece together the events of last night, a sense of unease settles in my stomach.

The last thing I remember was asking Silas to call me a cab and he gave me a free drink. A man is still asleep next to me in the bed. I carefully slide out of the bed, my movements slow and deliberate so as not to wake the man beside me. Quietly, I gather my belongings, my mind racing with questions. How did I end up here? Who is this man?

My initial instinct is to escape through the window, but upon approaching it, I realized that we are three stories above ground level. I could transform and jump down, but I learned from a previous experience that it results in a broken phone. My tooth went directly through the screen.

I glance back at the man sleeping peacefully, his features softened in slumber. Ignoring the urge to wake him and demand answers, I decide to slip out without causing a commotion. As I tiptoe towards the door, a sudden voice startles me.

"Leaving so soon, Luna?" The deep timbre of the voice freezes me mid-step. I turn around slowly to find a pack member leaning against the doorway, a knowing glint in his eyes.

"Luna? Sorry, My name is Lexa." I answered, my voice barely above a whisper as confusion clouds my thoughts.

The pack member's smirk widens at my response, clearly amused by my denial of the title he had bestowed upon me. "Ah, you're a rogue after all. Always denying what's right in front of you," he taunts, his voice dripping with condescension.

I straighten my posture, meeting his gaze with a mixture of defiance and curiosity. "And who are you to call me Luna?" I demand, my voice steady despite the uncertainty swirling within me.

He chuckles softly before pushing himself off the doorway, sauntering closer to where I stand rooted to the spot. "I'm Beta Logan, Luna," he replies, his eyes holding a hint of something I can't quite decipher.

In his eyes, I catch a glimmer of recognition, as if he knows more about me than I do myself. The way he says "Luna" feels like a weight, both strange and familiar on my shoulders. I try to shake off the odd sensation, focusing on the present moment.

"Stop calling me that, my name is Lexa." I press, my tone laced with a mix of defiance and urgency. Logan's smirk fades, replaced by a more serious expression.

"Luna, it's not just a name. It's who you are… who you were always meant to be," he explains cryptically, his words leaving me with more questions than answers. Before I can delve deeper into this puzzling revelation, the sound of footsteps approaching interrupts us.

“Ok, so this Luna chick, would she be able to get a ride back to town?” I asked.

Logan's eyes flicker with a mixture of emotions, but he nods in response to my question. "I'll make sure you get back to town," he confirms, though I can tell there is a silent warning behind his words that I can't quite decipher. "But Mason won't be pleased if you leave before he wakes up."

"Right," I reply, my voice firm as I meet Logan's gaze. "But I should still go."

Logan's expression softens and understanding flashes in his eyes. "I'll take you back," he offers, gesturing for me to follow him. As we navigate through the corridors of the large house, whispers trail after us like a haunting tune.

"Ick, who let the rogue-trash in?" a woman snickers and interrupts me.

"Sophia, calm down," Logan scolds her.

"Oh, you didn't receive the memo? I guess you’re important enough? That's a shame. Mason was the one who let me in." I force a smile and speak with false politeness.

Sophia's eyes widen in surprise, and looked straight at Logan. Logan shoots her a warning look before leading me towards the exit. I heard a door slam as we continued to walk down to the first floor.

“Luna, you don’t have to go. This is your home now.” Logan paused, his voice tinged with an uncharacteristic softness as he turned to face me. His words echoed in the grand hallway, the weight of their meaning settling over me like a heavy cloak.

After a moment of hesitation, I repeated myself. "My name is Lexa," I clarified. "I got way too drunk last night and this was definitely just a one-night stand. So, sorry buddy, but you must have mixed me up with someone else."

Logan’s expression darkens briefly at my words, a flicker of hurt crossing his features before he masks it with a neutral facade. “I understand,” he replies evenly, though I detect a hint of disappointment in his voice. “Let’s get you back to town then. I’ll drive.”

As we step outside the grand entrance of the pack manor, the crisp morning air hits me like a physical force, clearing my mind of the lingering confusion from earlier. Logan leads me towards a sleek black car parked nearby, and I slide into the passenger seat as he takes the driver's seat.

The drive back to town is quiet, the hum of the engine filling the space between us. I catch Logan stealing glances in my direction, his gaze unreadable. His earlier words about being Luna continue to echo in my mind, a puzzle I can't quite solve.

Once we arrive at the familiar streets of town, Logan parks the car on the side of the road and turns to me. I exit the car without giving Logan a second glance. "Luna, do not go near Luke. We cannot guarantee your safety if you are away from the pack," Logan warns through the open passenger door.

"I told you, my name is Lexa," I snap back, my patience wearing thin with the persistent use of the name that feels increasingly foreign to me. "And don't bother warning me about Luke. I can take care of myself just fine." I slam the car door between us.

Logan's eyes darken with concern, his usual calm demeanor faltering for a moment before he nods solemnly and rolls the window down. "Fine, Lexa. Remember that next time you approach a stranger for help in a bar because you got drugged," he cautions, his voice tinged with a sense of urgency that sends a shiver down my spine.

I huff in frustration, the mix of emotions swirling inside me threatening to spill over. Logan's words echo in my mind, a chilling reminder of the danger I unknowingly put myself in last night. I clench my jaw, fighting back the rising tide of fear and uncertainty threatening to consume me.

Without looking back, I begin walking down the familiar street, my steps quick and purposeful. The weight of Logan's warning hangs heavy over me, a stark contrast to the cool morning air that brushes against my skin.

Luckily, that house isn't on my delivery route. I will never have to see them again.