Luna: A Beautiful Mess

Chapter 5

{Kiera's P.O.V}

Wake up! A voice seems to shout in my head.

I let out a small groan and start to open my eyes. It feels like I've slept for ages. I notice I'm laying down so I put my palms face down on the bed underneath me, elbows bent and push myself up to sit.

As I look around, I notice I'm in a white room, its clean and smells chemical. There is an IV attached to my right arm which seems to be linked to a bag. On my right a machine beeps and illustrates the pattern of my heart beat. I follow the wires from the machine to my chest. Two little silver stickers are attached to my upper chest underneath a hospital gown.

Confused, I look up at the clock on the wall opposite me and it reads 08.23.

Wow, I must have slept right the way through the night.

Suddenly, the door swings open and Dylan walks in, standing close to me on the left hand side of the bed.

"Oh, you're awake. Good morning!" he says with a smile across his face. His voice is softer than Jenson's and he has a much cheekier character to his face. These two are definitely the most handsome men I've ever seen, then again I've only ever seen Dex and a dozen people he had at the house in the last 6 years.

"Where am I?" I manage to croak out. My throat is drier than I first realised.

"Oh right, yes. You're at the pack hospital you passed out a few days ago. Your body was exhausted and the doctor said you had a few injuries you needed to recover from". Dylan said as if I should already know.

A few days?! Did he really just say days?

"What day is it?" I ask quickly.

"Sunday 25th April" he replied.

I look at him and realise today is my birthday. My face softens. I made it! I can't help the smile that crossed my face and I let out a long calming breath. I have been waiting for this day for as long as I can remember.

"Well, it seems that you're a Sunday person" he chuckles.

"You could say that". He has no idea.

Unexpectedly, something intoxicating hits my senses. It smells like freshly cut oak tree and spring rain. It seems to get stronger and my stomach fills with butterflies. I get the same overwhelming feeling I did when I was in the basement and I still don't know what it is.

"What is that smell?" I whisper looking around the room again, but Dylan just looks at me.

Mate!

"What?" I say loudly. Which at this point made Dylan look at me as if I've gone crazy.

Its our mate.

Our? I realise I must be hearing my wolf and focus on her.

What do you mean its our mate... Dylan??

No, but he's close. I'm Mikah by the way.

Just then, the door opens again and in walks Jenson, standing next to me on the right hand side. It hits me. He's our mate. He almost seems different though, as if I'd been looking at him with blurred vision before. His features seemed sharper, his shoulders seemed broader and I couldn't help but stare at him. As he looked back at me, his eyebrow lifts and he seems taken aback by something.

"You seem to be looking at me differently today, you haven't seemed to feel the same pull of the mate bond as me". he said looking a little hurt.

"I didn't" I say. The confusion and hurt flashed across his eyes once again. Goddess, I keep unintentionally hurting this man!

I stutter for a few seconds before I'm able to speak again.

"Its April 25th." I say, confusing him even more. Dylan just looks at Jenson and shrugs as if to highlight that I must be crazy.

"Its my birthday."

All of a sudden his face scrunched up as he thinks and I could almost see the cogs turning in his head.

"You're 18 today?" he said relieved.

"Yes, I've waited for this day for as long as I can remember. I've finally got my wolf." I said proudly.

"Well then, happy birthday, Princess." he says softly and lovingly. He lets out a small laugh as if a weight had been lifted from his shoulders.

"And here I was thinking you were ready to reject me... I just assumed you would feel the pull as I was... but I guess my wolf knew before you did... You know, you still haven't told me your name."

We can't reject him, he's our mate and he will protect us. Mikah shouts.

We don't need anyone protecting us though, I have a plan and need time to figure myself out.

This isn't just about you. I need my wolf mate.

Oh, don't make me feel guilty. I didn't expect to have a mate so quickly after I turned 18. I didn't expect the moon goddess to bless me at all.

Well she has, more than you know.

With that last remark, I push my wolf to the back of my mind.

I let out a laugh, I've never been great socially so missing out my name really wasn't that weird for me,

"It's Kiera. Kiera Love."

"The most beautiful name, for the most beautiful woman."

I blush and look down, playing with my fingers nervously. That overwhelming feeling seemed to settle the more time I spent with Jenson, the closer he was the faster it disappeared.

Pulling us out of the awkward moment, a third man walks in wearing a knee length white coat, a stethoscope around his neck and a watch and pens attached to his pocket. He walks over to the end of the bed and introduces himself.

"Nice to see you're awake Luna, I am Dr. Davis. You certainly were wiped out after quite the adventure of a day!"

"Please, its just Kiera."

He looks over to Jenson, who just nods in approval.

"As you wish Kiera, if you're feeling up to it we will monitor your vitals for another hour and then we should be able to discharge you?"

"Oh that sounds great. Thank you, Dr. Davis"

"I'll send a nurse in to take your drip and cannula out now too...if you need anything in the mean time please do let me know, you are my priority."

I smile at him and watched him walk out the room, still subconsciously playing with my fingers. I always did that when I was slightly nervous.

Once he had left the room, I sighed and leaned my head back down on the pillow, staring at the ceiling above me. I can't remember the last time I got to sleep in a bed.

Dylan raised his hand up to fix his hair but I instinctively flinched and moved my hands up to my face. It was a reflex I thought I had stopped after living so long with Dex and submitting to him, but I guess with all the drama over the last few days my body was back in defense mode.

Jenson let out a growl, making both Dylan and I jump.

Dylan pulled his hand back quick, not saying a word but I could tell by looking at his eyes he was both saddened at my reaction and worried about Jenson's.

I sat back up quickly and grabbed Dylan hands in mine.

"I'm sorry Dylan, I don't usually jump. It was just a reflex" I mumble, while trying to make him feel better.

But Dylan just stares at Jenson, whose eyes are now black.

He lets out another growl,

"Mine!"

I let go of Dylans hands and turn to place my hand on Jenson's chest.

"You don't own me, Mr. Rivers. Are all men this possessive?." I say looking at him defiantly in the eye. His eyes slowly fade back to their beautiful blue colour. He gazes down at me, hurt yet again and turns around and walks out. I can't deny I was sad to see him go, but he needs to understand I don't even know him.