The Alpha's Runaway Luna

Chapter Two

Adaline's POV

"Girl, he ordered a breadless bread stick, my mouth was wide open," Zoe says, and I burst into laughter.

Zoe is a chef at a Micheline Star Restaurant in Los Angeles. She graduated from culinary school while I was getting my masters. We met nine years ago in UCLA apartment, I had transferred the year before, and couldn't afford to live alone, so I sought for a roommate and I found her. She looked as lost and homesick as I was the minute I saw her, I guess that's what drew us together, we found strength in each other, She was 23 and I, 20, we became instant friends and she taught me the art of self-destructiveness and I thought her how to balance it with the determination to succeed, we once got matching tattoos on our thighs, and read all through the night. She was my Personal Chef, and I, her Critic. I was her Therapist and she, my Patient. We found equilibrium in each other, then Cyprus came along, and I gave both of them my whole heart, they became my world.

"Breadless breadstick!" I say amidst laughter.

"Exactly! Those posh assholes will be faking some boogie shit." She grins, her dark skin dazzling.

"You complain every day, but you're there every morning." I smile.

"And Cyprus leaves without warning but you still love him. We love what we love." She smiles, and I nod.

"Tell me about Connor, how was the date?" I smile, Zoe has never had a stable boyfriend, I worry she might feel intimidated by me and Cyprus' love, so I take every chance to set her up.

"I tap that ass." She says with her mouth full, and I grin, my mouth equally full of her special Spaghetti.

"He was charming and all. He opened the car door for me, but I told you, B, I'm in love with someone."

I drop my spoon, annoyed "You won't tell me who he is!" I accuse and she shrugs.

"We all have our secrets, he is mine, I'll like to keep it that way."

"Tell me a little about him." I persist, and she smiles, giving in.

"He is the best in bed. He knows my body better than I do. He speaks to me even from miles away. I don't believe in soulmates, I believe in something bigger than soulmates, and he's mine." She says, and I swoon, ignoring the ache in my chest, trying to tell me something.

"That is beaut -- " My ringing phone cuts me off. I stare at the screen, and I frown, dread coursing through my veins. It's my Dad. "Excuse me, my love. I have to take this." I say, walking to my bedroom.

"Daddy," I say picking up the call.

"Daughter!" He yells in glee, and I feel relief, my paranoia fading away.

"Hi." I smile, relaxing. I've missed him. "How's Mom?"

"She's here, wants to speak to you." He says, and I wait for her

"Adaline, come home." She says, and I freeze.

"Is something wrong?" I say, but she laughs.

"No, Adaline, It's our Anniversary next Saturday, and this year, I don't want a delivered gift and video call, I want my daughter, my only child." She says, and I sigh.

"I miss you Mom, but I haven't been home in almost ten years. I left for a reason."

"I am not asking you to come back fully, just visit your mother, am I not enough reason?"

I roll my eyes "Enough with the guilt trip Mom."

"Excellent. I'll see you on Wednesday, bring me a huge cake, and your daddy wants a baseball hat. Love you, bye." She rushes out and cuts the call.

I groan in frustration. I don't want to go back, I don't want to go home, but it's been eight years, and it's time to return to New Orleans, just for a week.

Alexandru's POV

I growl, my fangs, my claws, reminding me of what I am, who I am, a person I'm proud of. I breathe in, calming down, and I watch my fangs and claw go back in. I grunt, I can feel it, something is coming, something bad is coming, and we have to be ready. I get up from my bed, it creaks beneath me, I need to get a stronger one. I walk to the bathroom, and I stare at my house's makeup. I feel a sense of pride, I built this house, with my hands. I stare at the mirror, Alina insisted I put it here, at least for her sake, I stare at my face, I'm a Lycanthrope, a Lycan, which is basically like a Werewolf, but better, stronger and faster, I'm one of the ones left, my father is a Werewolf, so is my mother, it was unexpected to be the only Lycan in my family's bloodline in the last hundred years.

I am the Beta of The Blue Moon Pack, I grew up in New Orleans, so did my Father, and so will my child. New Orleans is my home, the Pack is my family, and I'm sensing threats, I don't know what it is, or who, but I can feel it, something foreign, intruding on my Pack.

I grew up in a family of five. I had two siblings, Alina and Luc, but Luc, my younger brother died, days after he was born, naturally, I took his name in his honour. My parents live in Uptown New Orleans, and I, at Midtown, I'd have preferred the French Quarters, for its historics and aesthetics, but as the Beta, I am supposed to stay in the classy part of the town, It is my house that is different from everyone's, I like to think of it as unique.

I turn my gaze back to the mirror, and I begin to shave my beards off.

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The Blue Moon Pack and New Orleans as a whole used to be something of an outcast part of Louisiana, we kept ourselves apart from the entire world, but Caleb, our then Alpha wanted a change of event, and said we had to evolve with time, so we opened ourselves to the world fourty years ago. As a Lycan, I age really slowly than werewolves, but I am thirty, I should be mated already, another thing that makes me different from the pack.

I bring down the hammer on the nail, repeatedly, until It is done. I growl, surprising even myself, only then do I realize I am in heat, I haven't felt this degree of lust, of heat in almost ten years. I really do not have time for this.

"Alex, are you okay?"

I hear and my claws are out before I can stop it, in a flash of light I turn back, knowing fully well it is Camille, from the look on her face, my eyes are glowing.

I blink it away, "Hi, Camille" She is grinning, she is always grinning.

"You look like s**t Alex." She says, enunciating the s**t.

I drop the hammer, cleaning away my sweat. "I feel like it"

Cammile is one of the women who raised me, always checking up on me.

"My wedding anniversary is on Saturday, you could make me a book holder, like the beautiful one you made for me last year." She smiles, and I nod.

I've known Camille and Petro all my life, and seeing them married for thirty-five years, it's something I envy. Petro is one of the elders in the Pack.

"I have to take the kids," I say, locking my door as I leave.

Camille looks so much like her, well the other way round since she's her mother, but I've spent the last decade trying to forget Adaline and every time I see her mother, I'm reminded of her, It doesn't hurt that she left, what hurt is the way she left, she triggered my abandonment issues, leaving me in a ditch. I fell into a dark place when she left, I was heartbroken, coupled with the realization I had the day she left. God, I hate her.

I remembered it like it was yesterday. I was so hyped, desperate to tell her what I found out, hoping she felt it too, but all I saw was an empty room and sad parents, she took off, with warning, without care, she just left. After she left, I was in my wolf form for a month, I hoped I wouldn't feel the ache, but I did.