The Healer Luna

CHAPTER ONE-2

FIONA

The journey back home passed in a blur of sleep and I only woke up when we drove though the white birch trees that marked the entrance of the Silver moon pack estate.

Rogue attacks plagued every werewolf pack this side of the River but this far from the border, the attacks felt distant and unreal.

Now I was returning home and I realized with a deep breath that I could not wait to see my husband.

The guards and maids at the entrance to our estate seemed startled to see me. But they quickly let me through. Bowing low and rushing to take my bags.

I smiled eagerly at them, hoping the bags under my eyes and the weight I had lost wasn’t too obvious.

The rest of the pack members all rallied around me, their voices gushing about how much they had missed me and my presence. It was good to be back home.

“Luna Fiona.”

I turned around to see Damien’s second, Elias Wood walking up to me. He bowed low, lifting my hand to his forehead.

“Hello Elias.” I said with a small smile “How fairs the pack in my absence.”

He did not smile back. But then again, Elias never smiles.

“We have missed your presence, Luna Fiona.” He replied.

I looked back towards the house. “And the alpha?”

Some emotion flickered across Elias’ face but it was so fast that I couldn’t be sure I hadn’t imagined it.

“He is well.” He said.

I bit my lip, suddenly worried. “Please don’t tell me he already knows I’m here, I was hoping to surprise him.”

“Luna…” Elias hesitated. He has never hesitated to answer me before.

I waved my hands.

“Wait no, don’t say a word. Let me go in and find out for myself.”

Then before Elias could respond, I gathered my skirts in my hands and stomped up to the house.

The maid at the door almost fell when she saw me.

“Luna!” She exclaimed, glancing over shoulders. “You’re back!” She curtsied low . “W…welcome home.”

As I walked in, I looked around the house. Nothing was as I had left it. Even the pictures of us on the wall were gone.

“Did the alpha order a renovation in my absence?” I asked, reaching out to brush my fingers against the new chairs.

I could feel my heart pounding with excitement.

Somehow Damien must have heard of my return and started working on a surprise for me. I bit back a giggle,

The maid lowered her head and would not meet my eyes. “Shall I take you to your room, Luna?” She said instead.

I needed to see him. I needed him to hug me and hold me and tell me he missed me as much as I missed him.

“Where is the alpha?” I said. “Take me to him.”

The maid fell silent. and she wouldn’t meet my eyes.

“Look,” I sighed. “I’m sorry I ruined the surprise but I promise you will not get in trouble. Now where is my husband?”

“He is in the master suite, Luna.” She answered without lifting her head.

Without another word, I turned away from her and made my way up the winding spiral staircase of the mansion. My palms felt sweaty and my chest was tight with excitement.

What could Damien possibly have planned on such short notice? I wiped my hand on my skirts and reached for the door of the master bedroom and pushed it open.

All at once, my world tilted off its axis. I had to lean forward to grab the door to keep from falling.

Lying in our bed and making love to another woman, was none other than my husband, Damien Sinclair.

Something tore loose inside my chest and the world in my ear went silent.

It’s a dream. A horrible, horrible dream.

Any moment from now, I thought to myself, I am going to open my eyes and find myself back at camp.

But it was not a dream.

And when I opened my eyes, I was indeed back home and my husband was still in our bed, making love to another woman.

They were so engrossed in it that they didn’t even notice me coming in so they didn’t stop. I had to stand there, frozen in shock for what felt like forever, watching them.

Damien had his back to me and so she saw me first.

With her legs still wrapped around his waist, a slow, confident smirk spread across her face. Then with her eyes locked on mine, she dug her nails into his shoulders and threw her head backwards, moaning loudly.

“Oh goddess, yes! Yes!! Don’t stop!!”

“You like that baby?” Damien growled, driving her harder into the bed. “You like that?”

It was the sound of his voice that finally broke me out of the spell.

All those months away, all those nights I spent dreaming about what it would be like to hear my husband’s voice again.

“Damien?” I called out softly and my voice, thinner than I had ever heard it before, broke on his name.

He froze and his head snapped towards me.

“Oh shit.” He sighed and slowly rolled off the woman beneath him.

I don’t even notice him getting up, or his attempts to cover up. All of my attention remained fixed on the woman still lying in my bed, covering her naked body with my bed sheets and smirking up at me, like I was the intruder.

“Damien what’s going on?” I croaked in disbelief as the woman crawled across the bed to wrap her hands around my husband’s neck.

“Damien, Baby,” she pouted. “You promised that I wouldn’t have to deal with…” she paused and glared at me from head to toe. “That.”

Damien? Baby?

Am I losing my mind?

Damien, who at some point had the decency to pull on his pants, gently unwrapped her arms from around him.

“I know, my love,” He said to her, then looked at me and sighed. “I’ll handle it.”

My love?

That’s what he calls me.

I pinched my arm again, hard enough for it to hurt, hard enough to draw blood. But not even the pain of doing that could compare to the way my chest felt like it would cave in on itself.

I wanted to rush at both of them with a knife and carve their treacherous hearts from their howl-cursed chests.

But all I could do was stand there, tears rolling down my eyes as my husband grabbed my elbow and dragged me from the doorway of my own master bedroom and out into the hallway like a stranger.

Damien closed the door of our bedroom behind him with a quiet click.

“Why didn’t you send word that you were returning home?”

I couldn’t believe my ears.

On the day of our wedding, we both swore an oath before the moon goddess, that no matter what, we would never leave each other. The seal on an oath sworn to the moon goddess was as binding as a mate bond.

Suddenly everything that happened to me at camp made sense.

The reason I felt like I was dying, the reason I had passed out, was because my goddamn husband was busy sleeping with another woman

I opened my mouth and all I could say was “Why?”