THE UNIQUE LUNA

CHAPTER 10: GROUP PROJECT

It had been two weeks since Alpha Dwight started following me relentlessly. I thought after a week he might get bored, but I was wrong. Not only did he continue tailing me everywhere, he had also brought a bed and set up a “bedroom” in my own apartment. If any human saw us now, they would think we were lovers living under one roof.

I had begged Donnie countless times to convince his Alpha to leave me alone, but being an Alpha meant Dwight got what he wanted—end of story. Donnie, of course, found my frustration endlessly amusing.

He leaned against my kitchen counter one morning, grinning from ear to ear. “What?” I snapped at him.

“Our Alpha is annoyingly attached to you,” Donnie said with a teasing tone. “If you weren’t human, I’d think you were his second-chance mate.”

I gulped. Werewolves didn’t mate with humans. Their wolves were destined for other wolves, bound by soul and instinct. I didn’t want to imagine what Dwight’s wolf might be thinking.

Donnie’s grin faded slightly. “I’ll tell you something, Freya. Please don’t be offended.”

“Spill it,” I said cautiously.

“I… I can see my sister in you,” he admitted. “When I’m with you, I feel like I’m with Donna. That’s why I prank and tease you the way I used to with her.”

I froze. Of course—he was Donna’s twin brother. His wolf, like mine, must be connected to Diane. That explained some of the bond I felt with him, even unknowingly.

“O-Oh… I see,” I murmured.

“Don’t misunderstand,” he added quickly. “You’re not Donna. You’re Freya. But the resemblance triggers these feelings in me, and I can’t help it.”

“I get it,” I said. “You haven’t gotten over losing your sister. That’s why your wolf reacts like this.”

“And… I think it’s not just me,” Donnie whispered uncomfortably.

“What do you mean?”

“Alpha Dwight… he’s the same,” Donnie said. “His attachment to you is like how he felt for Donna.”

I felt a chill run down my spine. s**t.

“A-Are you sure?” I asked.

“After he saw you, he’s been acting like… well, like this,” Donnie said quietly. “I don’t know if it’s good or bad for us.”

I stole a glance at Dwight, who was chatting with his pack soldiers. Our eyes met, and I could see the wolf inside him, looking at me with a longing I wasn’t ready to understand.

During Biology class, our professor divided us into groups of five. I had hoped to use this opportunity to distance myself from the wolves, but luck wasn’t on my side.

“Where do you think you’re going, Witchy Girl?” Dwight’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts.

“I’m finding groupmates,” I replied sarcastically.

“No need,” he said, a hint of command in his tone. “You’re in our group.”

Two classmates already sat in front of us. I could tell from their scent that they were the wolves who had been tailing me all week.

“Great. I’m the only human in the group,” I muttered, annoyed.

“How do you know they’re wolves?” Donnie asked curiously.

“Oh, come on. Your precious Alpha hates humans. He wouldn’t be in a group with anyone else except me,” I explained, rolling my eyes.

“Well… you’re right,” Donnie said, laughing.

Alpha Dwight stared daggers at me, clearly unconvinced. The professor handed us our topic: wolves.

“What a coincidence,” I muttered, smirking. “Our group’s topic is wolves. How convenient for you guys.”

“Watch your mouth, Witchy Girl,” Dwight warned.

“Oh… okay,” I said, feigning innocence. Then I added silently to myself, time to enjoy this.

“You will do our report,” he said firmly, pointing at me.

“Excuse me? It’s a group project. You all help,” I argued.

“No. You write it,” he said, ignoring me completely.

I rolled my eyes and tapped my fingers against the desk. “Should I write about how annoying wolf leaders tail innocent humans?” I teased. Donnie snorted quietly.

“Freya,” he whispered, “you must write about the wonders of brown wolves. You know… like me.”

We laughed, and Dwight’s scowl deepened.

“Since I have a meeting that day,” he declared, “the human girl will do the report at our pack house. We will read it ourselves—no unnecessary additions.”

“F-f**k no!” I yelled, slamming my desk. “Are you serious? I’m 100% human!”

“Yes, we remember,” Dwight said smugly. “Your safety is guaranteed. But you will come with us.”

“No! I won’t go!” I shouted, feeling trapped.

“You will,” he said, smirking. “Like it or not.”

I couldn’t believe how crazy Dwight was. He literally forced me to his pack house, making it clear I would remain under their watch.

Inside, the hostility was palpable. I stepped carefully, like someone walking into a haunted house.

“Why is that girl here?”

“Stay away!”

“She must die!”

I looked around. Children peeked curiously from behind their parents. One little girl stepped forward and offered me a wildflower.

“Luna, a flower for you!” she said sweetly.

The room froze.

“She’s not our Luna,” her mother said, rushing forward. “She’s a human!”

“Really?” the little girl asked, confused. “You’re not our Luna?”

I knelt slightly and smiled. “Y-Yeah… I’m not,” I said gently.

I glanced at Dwight, whose skeptical stare suggested he was struggling with the situation. Even he seemed unsure how to react to a child calling me Luna, though I wasn’t her at all.