THE UNIQUE LUNA

CHAPTER 9: TRANSFEREES

I lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling as sunlight barely pierced through my curtains. The quiet morning seemed peaceful, but my mind was anything but. Two years had passed since THAT incident, two years of survival, two years of absolute isolation. Not a single person knew my secret. Not a word about Alexei.

And yet, even in my fragile peace, life had its cruel way of dragging me back into chaos.

A week ago, the rogues had attacked. I had narrowly escaped, but in the chaos, I had learned something that shook me to the core: I was mated to Alpha Dwight—the werewolf who had once been Donna’s mate. My rational mind rejected it immediately. It wasn’t me he was connected to. It was Diane, the wolf inside me. Their souls were intertwined in ways I couldn’t comprehend, a bond I had never asked for.

And yet, Alpha Dwight didn’t know about Diane. He had called me a “witch” instead. From “friend killer” to “witch.” How many more names would they invent for me? I let out a bitter laugh.

Avoidance seemed like the only option. Even though he didn’t know Diane existed, I could feel his presence, a magnetic pull tugging at our connection. I couldn’t let him discover the truth. Donna’s mate wasn’t mine. It shouldn’t be this way.

Taking a deep breath, I reminded myself of practicalities. My wounds had healed—Diane had ensured that—but I had to return to my classes and work. A week of hiding was enough. I covered the bitten areas, though it was unnecessary; no one could suspect the truth, and I had no desire to reveal it.

The morning air was chilly, and it crawled under my skin as I locked my apartment door. Then I smelled them—wolves, subtle but unmistakable. Two of them trailing me, carefully hidden in the shadows. I ignored them, walking toward the café where I worked.

Inside, Theo, the café’s human owner, was already present. His watchful but silent eyes followed me as I began my work. I greeted the first customer with a polite, practiced smile. The wolves entered soon after, scanning the café like predators on a mission. Their presence wasn’t a secret—they were following Alpha Dwight’s orders—but they remained careful, subtle, almost patient.

“One hazelnut frappe and an Oreo frappe,” one said, scratching the back of his neck. I handed over their orders, swiping their cards and returning receipts. Theo never said a word, but his silent observation offered an odd comfort, a small tether to normalcy.

After my shift, I made my way to the university. The wolves didn’t break their vigil. They blended seamlessly among students, moving with effortless precision, always keeping me within sight. I tried slipping into hallways, weaving through crowds, but it was no use—they were relentless. My instincts screamed: danger was coming.

At the Chemistry classroom, the familiar aroma of wolves hit me again. I froze. The room was unusually quiet. My stomach tightened as I caught sight of Alpha Dwight, his gaze piercing, predatory. My heart raced. Escape seemed impossible.

Then Donnie appeared, grinning from his seat beside the Alpha. Relief and panic collided inside me. My eyes darted toward the back door—there were the two wolves who had been trailing me, now seated inconspicuously. I was cornered.

“Freya!” Donnie greeted warmly, draping an arm over my shoulder. I stiffened, a mixture of comfort and dread flooding me. Every eye in the room seemed to focus on us.

“Don’t tell me you’re the transfer student everyone’s talking about,” I whispered.

“Uh-huh!” Donnie replied. “Surprise!”

Of course. Even in this small moment, fate mocked me. A friend—or someone I could almost trust—was part of this nightmare, while Alpha Dwight’s grin suggested he thrived on my discomfort.

I exhaled, forcing calm. I needed to appear human, innocent. Normal.

Donnie guided me to the seat beside Alpha Dwight. The wolf bond made resistance futile. Arms crossed, I waited for the professor, forcing casualness into my posture.

“Looks like you don’t want to see me,” Alpha Dwight said, voice deep, calm, but undeniably dangerous. “Don’t worry—the feeling is mutual.”

His ocean-blue eyes were mesmerizing, drowning. I forced myself to look away, shaking off the dizzying effect.

“Hey, Freya,” Donnie’s tap on my shoulder snapped me back. Reality intruded. The mate bond tugged subtly, reminding me that Diane and Alpha Dwight’s wolf were entwined.

“Say… are you here to continue your attempt to kill me?” I asked, voice flat. “Waited a week for this? You could have barged into my apartment.”

“No, no, no, Freya,” Donnie intervened. “We’re here to watch you. The Alpha believes you’re a witch controlling his wolf. You have a chance to prove your innocence.”

I raised an eyebrow. Arms still crossed. “So I’m a criminal now, under surveillance. Fine. Just don’t bother me in school.”

Alpha Dwight leaned closer, grin sharp, predatory. “You think you can dictate how I act? Witchy girl, we’ll do as we please.”

The day dragged, Alpha Dwight following me from class to class, students’ eyes heavy with suspicion. I felt like an outsider, still a “friend killer,” still under judgment.

“Don’t you have a pack to rule?” I muttered in frustration.

“Don’t worry about my pack,” he replied smoothly. “I have trusted people for that.”

By evening, I returned home, only for Alpha Dwight to follow. I prepared dinner, ignoring him completely. He watched silently.

When I went to take a bath, my blood ran cold. “Are you going to watch me even in the bathroom?”

“Uh-huh,” he said casually.

I threw towels, shampoo, even my hairbrush. He dodged effortlessly. I groaned, massaging my temple.

Just then, Donnie knocked and entered. Relief washed over me. “Make him go home! He’s trying to watch me!”

Donnie laughed. “Seriously? Any human would hate that. Alpha, learn human culture.”

Before he could respond, Donnie interfered. “Alpha, you need to stop.”

“What? Why?” Alpha Dwight growled, stepping forward.

Donnie’s eyes were sharp. “Because you don’t have my permission to interfere inside her private space. Freya has her rights as a human. You cannot—”

“Donnie…” Alpha’s voice was low, dangerous.

“No, Alpha. This is not a negotiation,” Donnie interrupted firmly. “She is under my supervision inside this house. You can watch over her from outside, but not here. This is her space.”

Alpha Dwight’s wolf growled under his breath, eyes flashing gold for a brief moment, but he clenched his jaw. Finally, he exhaled through his nose, shoulders stiff.

“Fine,” he said, voice tight. “But this isn’t over.”

I exhaled in relief, gripping the edge of the table. Donnie shot me a reassuring look. “You’re safe for now. Even Alpha Dwight has limits.”

I finally could take a bath in peace, though the day’s tension still lingered in my chest. Tomorrow, the game of predator and prey would continue—but at least, for tonight, I had a small victory.