The Luna He Never Wanted

GO HOME.

JASON.

The bar was dimly lit, the low music blending with the murmur of the conversations around us. I leaned back in my chair, a glass of whiskey resting loosely in my hand. Across the table, Kyle watched me with curiosity.

“You’ve been insanely quiet tonight,” he said, and I took a slow sip of my drink before setting the glass down.

“The anniversary of Rosalie’s parents is coming up,” I replied, and Kyle's expression shifted to understanding.

Rosalie’s parents had died protecting the pack years ago; the memory still weighed heavily on everyone who had known them. Especially Rosalie.

“I just want to spend some time with her,” I continued. “She shouldn’t have to face this alone.”

“That makes sense.” Kyle nodded thoughtfully.

“But Sarah keeps making things difficult,” I exhaled slowly.

“Difficult how?” He raised an eyebrow.

“You saw what happened yesterday, Rosalie was not well, and somehow, Sarah found a way to make it worse,” I said.

Kyle didn't respond immediately; instead, he leaned back slightly and folded his arms.

“You know, it’s not that unusual.” He said carefully, and my gaze sharpened.

“What do you mean?”

“For a Luna, it is normal to feel protective or even hostile towards any woman around her mate,” Kyle explained.

“That doesn’t apply here,” I frowned.

“Why not?” Kyle asked while tilting his head.

“Because Rosalie is different.” The answer came without hesitation. “She's kind, simple, and she's always thinking about others before herself.”

Images flickered briefly in my mind, Rosalie shielding me before the attack years ago, the blade slicing across her arm instead of my chest and the scar she carried because of it.

“Shes the last person who would try to cause trouble,” I finished.

Kyle studied my expression for a moment before he sighed. “I’m not saying Rosalie is the problem, but you should probably explain things properly to Sarah.” He said calmly.

“What things?” I frowned slightly.

“Your relationship with Rosalie.” He gestured with his drink slightly. “If Sarah misunderstands, she might keep reacting the way she has been.”

His words made a certain amount of sense. If Sarah understood that Rosalie wasn't a threat, maybe the tension would stop. I nodded slowly.

“You're right,”

“Communication solves most problems.” Kyle smiled faintly.

I reached for my drink, but before I could take another sip, something caught my attention across the room. At first, it was just a familiar figure sitting at the bar. Then it hit me. It was Sarah. She was sitting beside a tall man, and they were close, too close. I felt my wolf growl in my head as jealousy grew from within us.

The man was leaning casually toward her, talking animatedly. And Sarah—Sarah was laughing.

The sound of it was so sweet and exciting; my chest tightened instantly. She looked so relaxed and happy, and the smile on her face was bright. I had never seen her smile so brightly like that in front of me; something sharp twisted in my guts. Before I realised what I was doing, I was already standing.

“Jason?” Kyle said from behind me.

But I had already started walking.

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SARAH.

The moment I heard Jason’s voice behind me, my entire body stiffened.

“Why are you here?”

The sharpness in his tone erased the warmth that had been lingering from Lincoln’s stories. Slowly, I turned around, and there he was. He stood a few steps away, his expression dark. His eyes moved over me slowly, caressing my body, and I made sure not to look affected by it before he looked at Lincoln.

“My dear Luna,” he said coldly. “Shouldn’t be in a place like this.”

My stomach tightened, and a small wave of guilt passed through me. Maybe he was right, maybe I shouldn’t have come. But something inside me resisted that thought. I straightened slightly on the stool, my gaze meeting his gaze coldly.

“You're here too,” I said quietly, and his gaze hardened.

“Thats different.”

“How so?” He didn't answer immediately; instead, his attention shifted toward Lincoln. His eyes narrowed slightly.

“Who’s this?”

Lincoln blinked, clearly surprised by the tension.

“He's just a friend,” I replied. Jason’s lips pressed into a thin line.

“A friend you're this close to?” The accusation in his voice stung. And I lifted my chin slightly.

“You're closer to Rosalie.”

The words slipped out before I could stop them. Jason’s expression darkened instantly. For a moment, the air between us felt dangerously tense.

“Go home,” he said sharply.

My heart tightened, but I didn’t move. “No.”

Jason’s eyes flashed with anger. “I wasn’t asking.”

“I know.” My voice was softer, but it didn’t waver. “I don’t want to leave yet.”

The silence that followed was thick, then Joyce’s voice cut in from behind the counter.

“She's fine where she is.” Jason glanced toward her, and Joyce crossed her arms calmly, showing him that she wasn’t scared of him. “Shes just sitting here talking.”

Jason’s patience seemed to snap. “Kyle,” I hadn’t even noticed him standing behind Jason. He stepped forward awkwardly. “Take Sarah to the car.”

My eyes widened slightly. “Jason—“

But he was already turning away. Kyle looked uncomfortable. “Uhh..Luna, maybe we shou—“

Joyce stepped forward immediately. “Hey! Be careful with her! She's not in the best condition right now.” Her voice rose sharply.

Jason paused and turned slightly. “What does that mean?”

For a brief second, panic flashed in Joyce’s face, my heart pounded, and I shot her a desperate glance.

Please, don’t say anything.

Joyce hesitated, then she forced a casual shrug. “She's been drinking; she might feel a little bit sick later.” She said quickly.

Jason studied me for a moment; his expression was unreadable before he spoke again. “Kyle.”

Kyle gently took my arm. “Let’s go.”

I didn’t resist this time as I followed him outside to the car.