DIANE MY LUNA

The Spark

Diane's perspective (above)

I feel paralyzed, my eyes frozen shut, and all I can see is blackness with muffled conversations around me.

Through the shadows came the soft voice, "Diane honey, we need to talk." I followed the sound, curious.

Nodding, I added, assuming she could see me, "You can't see me, hon, just listen."

"It was a mistake, Diane. I didn't intend to make Seth your partner." My confused eyebrows knitted.

With widened eyes, I nodded once more and said, "I am the goddess of the moon."

Alpha Axel is your true mate, the person I originally meant to introduce you to.

I cried out, "What do you mean? " into the night. Who is Alpha Axel?"

"Honey, you'll find out, but I have to go right now."

I cried out, 'Wait!but instead of hearing back, a dazzling light burst into my field of vision.

I awoke with a start and found myself lying in a hospital bed, my white hair silky and smooth, the filth that had covered my body gone.

I definitely started to become anxious, and the heart monitor next to me freaked out.

I have no idea where I am, did they find me and bring me back, are they planning to kill me, and if I get caught by another pack, I will most certainly die.

I think I recognize this guy: I seem to have forgotten a lot about my demise in the forest.

Oh my god, I must have had a real dream about the moon goddess. I met new people.

I fear that if I get rejected by him, I will undoubtedly die.

Didn't he look happy to see me even yet?

Maybe because he needed a new slave to keep everything clean.

The heart machine was going completely crazy by now, so three guys and an older woman stepped in the door.

I pulled myself back as far into the bad as I could, burying my face with my arms and knees.

I was shaking and breathing heavily.

I jumped again when a hand touched me and sparks raced through me.

Though I wanted to scream, the contact felt comforting.

"Look at me," he murmured softly in a deep voice, and I obeyed.

As I removed the arms covering my eyes, I was stunned by the image before me.

He had a moderate amount of muscle, well-defined jawline, and dark brown eyes and hair. I hate that, being a deity, he's probably going to hurt me.

He was looking at me too, which made me sad. I believe he thinks I'm weak.

From Axels' point of view

When she removed her arms from her face, her incredible beauty captivated me.

Her face was molded by her brown eyebrows, her long white hair terminated just below her waist, and her button nose and gorgeous, pouty lips gave the appearance that she was wearing makeup even if she isn't. Her long black eyelashes framed her stunning purple eyes.

Gorgeous.

I can't believe she's all mine. I can't wait to see our children grow up.

Okay, I'm getting a little ahead of myself.

I hope my feelings for her are as strong as hers. I don't know what I would do if I were rejected.

She started to flush a little, so I looked away from her.

For what duration have I been watching?

Her gentle fingers moved gently to my face, and I didn't complain because her hand feels amazing and is shocking me with electricity.

She scowled as I leaned in to touch her.

Dropping her hand to her side, she whispered, "Reject me."

The interruption of our conversation and her comments made my wolf, Trey, cry in my head. A frown came over my face and my heart sank; would I turn her down? Does she not want me?

Before I could take her hand, I made them all leave the room.

She remarked, looking annoyed, "Just turn me down already!"I nodded in disagreement.

I'll lock her in a room if it helps her stay with me.

I said, tracing my thumbs over her hand, "Why would I turn you down?"

She said, wiping a tear from her face, "Everyone does."

Her insignificant response caught my attention and I brushed it aside.

"I'm your mate, i'd never reject you."

My eyes became really wide, and I growled, "So why was my first partner rejecting me?"

"Is this your first friend?"

She paused, and I think she was apprehensive about my answer. "Yes, Alpha Seth. I came to terms with his rejection of me. The moon goddess came to see me now, and she told me that you were the one she intended to pair me with, not him."

I could hardly hear her query when it was asked, "Am I your first mate?"

I told her up front, "Yes, you are my first mate and my only mate," to make sure she knew I wasn't rejecting her.

"My eyes? Is it irrelevant that they are purple?"

I said, "They're beautiful, you're beautiful." It's unreal that she doesn't realize how beautiful she is. Does she have a mirror? She must be praised everywhere she goes.

Trey growled in my mind, "She'd better make sure nobody is peeking on our belongings!"

"Please don't hurt me." Her voice sounds so weak and defenseless, but it's not weak; she is clearly powerful and has clearly gone through a lot.

"I will never hurt you, and I will prove it to you," I said as I kissed her palm and rubbed my thumb over it once more.

She looked at me like I was crazy, but she didn't say anything else to me.

She slept the rest of the day, and I smiled as I went about my business, helping her from the hospital bed and carrying her to my bedroom so she could get used to my smell.

The fact that I've at last met the person I've been waiting for my entire life is amazing.

Diane's viewpoint

No, I don't think he's real.

Of course, I'll try to exert some effort.

That doesn't make me feel any less afraid that he will hate me and turn against me.

He deserves a chance at happiness, and I'm worthy of one, too. He doesn't deserve to be treated that way, therefore I can't ignore him.

Even though I've only been awake for a day, he's already shown me the proper way for partners to respect each other—just like my dad has always treated my mother, or how the Alpha would always treat the Luna in my former pack.

Please don't mistake me; despite their terrible treatment of me, my parents are incredibly affectionate toward one another, and if I didn't detest them, I would be in love with their relationship.

Axel says, "Hey," and I'm staying in his room.

Still getting used to being spoken to, I mumbled, "Hi."

"Are you ready to meet a couple people? " he said, sitting in the chair near his bed and giving my hair a fast wash."May I ask you something?" he asked.

Meeting new people terrifies me. What if they despise me? How could they hurt me? How could they swear at me?

As he caressed my hair once more, I couldn't help but quickly compose myself and tell myself, "Hey, it'll be alright, I promise."

I'll meet them, I mumbled, hoping he wouldn't take offense at my desire to avoid meeting too many people. But I would just like to meet maybe five people, if that's not too much to ask. Beyond that, it becomes excessive."

"Of course, my angel," was his response, and it made me blush a little.