Wolfless Luna

Chapter 9

Luca's POV

In recent days, my heart pounds with an unrelenting intensity, perhaps fueled by my growing concern for Hannah. Simultaneously, I find myself unable to rein in the encroaching darkness within me, a darkness that threatens to consume me. Disturbed, I repeatedly reach for my phone, each attempt ending in a dropped device. My gaze fixates on the pages of my father's journal, a source of distraction from the present as I desperately seek a solution to Hannah's predicament. All thoughts revolve around her, and I grapple with the question of whether my decisions were right or if I should have made a greater effort, despite not wanting to worsen her existing disdain.

'What's on your mind Handsome?'

"Hannah," I respond silently to the human lady, offering a sheepish smile as she stands before me in her naked form. It's absurd, trying to keep my thoughts centered on her physique while my mind wanders elsewhere. You might not comprehend, but I have genuine concern for Hannah—curse me as you will, but my care for her remains unwavering.

'You.' I lie to the girl, causing her to blush on almost every part of her body.

The girl, bless her heart, fits my taste – an athletic build, short red hair, and innocent green eyes. Her elf-like resemblance strikes me, but her attempt at sensuality, moving to the music from her phone, prompts me to squint in scrutiny. It all seems quite absurd with her hands over her head and hips swaying awkwardly. My brows furrow as I witness this peculiar scene unfold, especially when she decides to elevate the weirdness by placing her left leg on my desk, revealing a neatly shaved vulva and a rather cute, wet c******s, with her hips still bumping weirdly in such a short range that made me want grimace in perplexity.

I'm not unaffected by her attempts to exude sensuality; it just feels like she's putting in too much effort for my taste. "Enough, dear. Ask the man outside the door for your money. Thank you for your time." The girl's expression turns dark and twisted, anger replacing her once innocent eyes. Yet, I remain unfazed, finding her even more endearing than before. "I'm not a w***e! I liked you and followed you for some fun. I do not need your money. Douchebag!" Her words excite me so much that I decide to intensify the encounter, pushing her harder against the wall with my provocative language.

"You're truly a w***e, my dear. Take a look at your rejected..." My face takes a well-deserved slap, a sharp sting coursing through my right cheek as the ring on her finger slices through the skin. I heal instantly, but her anger blinds her to the fact. "You're nothing but a sick man. No wonder you're lonely."

Lonely? My brows furrow, catching the pity in her tone. Yet, I relish anger over pity; it stings more. "It's too bad you're a narcissistic psychopath—conveniently handsome and wealthy. Your kind should be on the streets, homeless and malnourished." Returning to anger, I flash a smile. "Honey." I sigh dramatically. "You've got a nice butt. Do me a favor and wiggle your way out." She gasps at the amusement in my tone, stepping backward without her clothes on, left outside the door.

Honestly, I hold respect for women, and this particular one has truly made my night. I shoot a text to the presumed guard stationed outside my hotel room, instructing him to hand her a thousand dollars, hoping she takes it as an apology. Subsequently, I grab my phone, my mind lulling into a tranquilized state. It's the moment to assert my reputation. No one tampers with the demon wolf and escapes unscathed.

'Caleb?'

'Luca?'

A smile stretches across my face, relishing the terror evident in his voice.

'Yes, Caleb, it is I. Care to explain what sketchy, sketchy, dirty game your wonderful brother is playing?'

'I talked to him already. You will see your girl in due time. When we have diagnosed the problem. As we speak, we have already taken the first step.' Caleb sounds convincing, setting my mind at ease, but I need more information about my girl, something specific.

'What step did you take?' 'Errm... Actually, I gotta go now. Tyrell would not appreciate me divulging her treatment plans...'

Indignation surged through my soul, darkness engulfing my existence as Caleb stood in defiance. "You will speak! Or I'll go to the ends of the earth to annihilate your pack, including the witch you pride yourselves with." Caleb fell silent, his breath uncomfortably fanning through my ears. I sensed his inner turmoil, torn between betraying his brother or disregarding my threats.

'That witch treats her.'

"What!?" I burst out, leaping from the sofa to my feet in sheer horror. My heart races at a pace faster than the usual irregular rhythm I've been grappling with. My eyes blaze a hot, gleaming red, and my body stiffens in terror.

Wasn't the witch supposed to be a last resort?

"Take it easy, man. She won't harm your girl. My brother won't let anything happen to her; he's quite taken with her. She bears a resemblance to Jennifer." While this statement should offer reassurance, it only fuels my anger. All I envision is Tyrell scheming to snatch my girl with his tricks. Given his willingness to go to extremes for love, I wouldn't be surprised if he's plotting some kind of love potion scenario with his witch for Hannah. The realization of this possibility ignites a fiery rage within me.

"This charade must cease! I'm fetching Hannah at the crack of dawn." "No, Luca, it's not a nice decis..." I abruptly end the call. Tomorrow, I'll confront Maggie, compelling her to divulge the witch's weakness. If she refuses, I won't hesitate to slit her throat and that of her entire generation .The longing for Hannah gnaws at my sanity, and I'll never forgive myself if she indeed becomes Tyrell's mate.