Not Your Luna (Formerly His Rogue Luna)

Chapter 2

I woke up in pain, which makes sense considering I almost died last night. Rogue life is awful, even people who claim to be your family will turn on you, which is why I have learned not to trust.

I try not to move because even with supernatural healing it would still take a while to heal the deep gash in my side. Damn, rogues. It's honestly ironic considering I'm one myself.

After a while of just laying there on the ground, I start to get up but wince at the pain, trying desperately to ignore it because I knew that once I ate, I would heal quicker.

I shifted and started to search for deer or some other animal. Accidentally, I walk onto pack lands. My wolf starts singing and prancing around in my head, I try to come up with a reason why she would be like this, momentarily distracting me from my predicament.

 I am snapped out of my thoughts by a howl, and something inside me screaming at me to run towards the sound. But I know that the pack's warriors would be there soon to capture me, torture me for information, and then kill me. That is if they don't do it immediately.

I start to run even though I know I won't be able to get away. 

I lunged at one of the wolves and bit into its throat. I snarled at the others, feeling the cut in my side more than ever. Blood dripped down my face, beginning to dry in my fur. 

I begin to back away from the approaching wolves, but end up running into a tree. 

I notice suddenly, that I'm no longer on their lands, which means the only reason they want me is because I killed one of their own. s**t. Why don't I think?

I get corralled in by wolves and they just stand there, waiting for me to submit. After ten minutes of useless growling, I shifted. 

In my human form, my pain tolerance was not as good, and my wound throbbed. I put an excruciating amount of effort into making my pain unnoticeable by others. 

One by one, the wolves shifted and put on shorts, while I didn't care whether or not they saw me, and made no effort to cover myself. 

The one reeking of the most power looked at me and I met his gaze, showing that I wouldn't submit. But then my wolf took control and next thing I know I hear, "Mate." 

Well, s**t. Then I gave in to the pain and passed out. 

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I woke up in an unfamiliar place, normally I would've been trying to run, but instead, I felt at ease, because my mate's scent covered everything. 

Wait, MATE! I suddenly felt the need to run, get out of here, away from him. I opened the door and was met by a very happy girl who introduced herself as Jasmine. She seemed nice enough. 

On instinct, I was checking all entrances and exits in the room. Surprise! There was no windows and only one door. I don't think it was guarded though. I was lost in my thoughts when I hear Jasmine say, "Luna, are you okay?"

I cringed at what she called me and replied, "I'm fine, and my name is Emma, not Luna, so please don't call me that. I'm not your Luna, I don't need a mate, I just need to find a way to get the hell out of here."

She stared at my pity lining her features.

"But Lu--I mean Emma," she started, "You can't leave, Alpha needs you."

"She's right you know, we can't leave him, he's our mate," my wolf stated, not caring whether or not I got angry.

"Bullshit," I snapped at her, "He's your mate, not mine, and if he tries to stand in my way, I'll kill him too."

Olivia whimpered, knowing I wasn't lying and blocked me. I decided to play along and try to get info, so I replied to Jasmine with a swift, "I guess you're right. So what's he like?" 

We had been talking for a while now and she has yet to tell me anything about my "mate". Not that I care, I'm just bored, and I can't try to leave now. No doubt the dumbass Alpha has increased the security.

And anyway, I'm curious. 

"Well..." She began, "He's impulsive, but he cares about the pack."

Her brief explanation had me even more curious, What is she afraid to tell me?

"So what's his dating life like?" I asked, just trying to make her squirm. She paled as if she had seen a ghost, and I only got more interested. "You can tell me, it's okay",I told her trying to sound comforting. 

She quickly shook her head. 

My patience had run out, "TELL ME," I said in a dangerously low voice. She started talking, and I listened intently.

I've learned that intimidation never fails to help speed up interrogations. 

"He doesn't have a dating life... He says he doesn't like commitment, so he just sleeps around instead," I growled and she flinched before continuing, "If it makes you feel any better he hasn't slept with anybody since he met you."

"He just met us," my wolf deadpanned. I wasn't surprised that she had been listening. 

I smiled at her, praying to the Moon Goddess it didn't look as fake as it was. "Thank you for telling me."

I ran back to my room and a stray tear fell down my face. It was the first time I had cried in years. I couldn't help it. After the sadness I felt began to turn into anger, my mate barges in the room with a worried look on his face,

"Are you okay?" He asks, "Did someone hurt you?"

"Yes."

I quietly replied.  He growled, and visibly shook with anger.

"Who?" He asked, trying to control himself. 

"You."