The Human Luna's Second Chance Mate

Chapter 6: Unexpected Saviour

Gloria POV

No! I cannot believe this is happening. I don’t have the strength to fight Charlotte off. These days of despair spent locked in this cage have weakened me. How can I protect myself, let alone my baby? ‘I am so sorry little one, I am failing you more every day.’ I think as I protect my stomach. I try to get up, but I am too weak. My side is protesting, while my head throbs.

“Charlotte, please. I am no threat to you and neither is my baby.” I make one last attempt to plead, while I protect my stomach. I feel so weak and pathetic like she always calls me. The irony is not lost on me. I am exactly what this pack thinks I am right now. And where is my supposed mate? The one who promised to love and protect me. 'I am yours, and you are mine'... what utter f*****g bullshit. The man that said that is nowhere to be seen, because clearly, our bond means nothing to him. Charlotte just gives me a sinister look, promising death. She grabs me by my long matted hair and lifts the syringe into the air dramatically.

“I have waited so long for this day. I heard this is going to be agonizing. I will remember your screams when I am f*****g Hunter tonight, on your bed,” she says with eyes as black as night. This is it! This is how I die. By the hand of the worst person I have ever met. A single tear rolls down my face as I clutch my belly and say a silent prayer. ‘Please let my little one be born to a stronger mother in his next life.’ I close my eyes and take a deep resigned breath, but frown when my senses are flooded with the most captivating and unique scent I have ever smelled.

What is that? I am just a human, my sense of smell is basic at best. Why is this scent so overwhelming? I immediately feel a presence. An aura that envelops me completely, making me feel safe, yet I feel the need to submit. Submit to what? I have no idea. I can’t explain this feeling or presence. It’s like the aura Hunter exudes, but it’s so much stronger and more powerful. I feel Charlotte’s hand on my hair shake, so I risk opening my eyes. She stands frozen, with her hand with the syringe still in the air, and her eyes wide. “What the f**k…” she mutters, before she slowly looks towards the cell door.

I follow her gaze and my eyes lock on two beautifully bright green eyes that look cold, but somehow filled with concern as he looks at me. Concern for me? Surely not. The source of this powerful aura belongs to the most handsome man I have ever seen. Wait? What? What the f**k is wrong with me? I am on death’s doorstep, and I am admiring a stranger? Maybe I am delirious. He lets out a powerful growl, causing Charlotte to drop the syringe in her hand. When it hits the floor, some of the dark liquid spurts out. “Step away from her, now!” he says, looking at Charlotte in a deadly calm tone, promising nothing but pain.

“I… who…” she stutters, stammering away from me. I take a deep, steadying breath when she lets me go, as I keep my hand protectively around my belly. The tall, imposing figure, or should I say, my savior, notices and looks at my belly and tilts his head, before he closes his eyes briefly and takes a deep sniff. “Are you okay?” he asks when he opens his eyes. The aura he has been displaying lightens as he steps into the room fully. “No, but thank you for saving me, sir. But you should leave. It’s not safe for you to be here,” I say weakly.

“Thank you for your concern, beautiful. But I can handle myself. What is your name?” he asked me, completely ignoring the shaking, confused Charlotte glaring at our exchange. I am sure she is not only pissed that he stopped her from killing me, but because he called me beautiful when I probably looked like a drowned rat. I am also going to ignore the feeling in my belly at hearing him call me beautiful. Now is not the time for me to question my reaction to this stranger or my sanity. “My name is Gloria Reed. I am the Luna, or should I say I was the Luna of this pack,” I answered, trying to move myself to a more comfortable position.

“And I assume this is the new Luna,” he asks, nodding to Charlotte, who finally snapped out of her fear, and I gave him a small nod. “Who the f**k are you? Get out of our prison. This does not concern you,” Charlotte says, glaring at him. He pins her with a powerful stare and lets his aura out again. It’s suffocating and fills the entire area, but somehow, it makes me feel safe, and somehow I can handle it. How? I have no idea, but I am not complaining. Charlotte, on the other hand, shows clear signs of fear. “Oh, this concerns me very much, but I don’t have to explain myself to you. You are insignificant to me.

What you are doing is a crime. You dare lay hands on her? You are not the Luna of this pack yet, she still is. That is a punishable offense. Not only did you lay hands on her, you were trying to kill an unborn innocent. You are a vile disgrace who does not deserve to run a pack,” my savior says with a look of clear disdain as he looks at Gloria. Wait? How did he know I was pregnant? Not even Hunter picked up on it. Though I haven't been around Hunter much for him to notice. “She is a criminal. I can do as I please.” Charlotte grits out.

“The only criminal I see is you. I can sense Gloria is kind and pure, while all I get from you is darkness and malice. It’s kind of pathetic. I can literally smell the insecurity and jealousy rolling off you. Do you consider yourself the Alpha Council, or the leader of this pack to make such decisions? No wonder this pack is so pathetic. You will be punished for this, mark my words,” he answers her in a deadly calm voice. Before Charlotte could answer, we heard heavy footfalls, and soon Hunter rushed in with a few pack guards.

He glares at the man, before his eyes roam to the cell. He looks at Charlotte in confusion, then at me on the floor, before he notices the syringe on the floor close to Charlotte. “What the f**k is going on here? And who the f**k are you?” he bellows, but makes no move to step closer.