My Alpha, His Luna

The Beginning

Damien

I sighed, rubbing my eyes as I changed into a t-shirt and some sweatpants, and barefoot as usual. I walked over to the dining hall giving my Aunt Marissa a hug and a kiss before I sat down. She was in charge of cooking for the pack. I sat across from my mother with the head of the table seat still empty. “Where’s dad?”, I asked. She assured me he was on his way. I nodded and fist-bumped my younger brother. He smiled and pound his fist with mine. He was going to be a senior in high school next year. I couldn’t believe how quickly he had grown. Not too long ago, we were playing with action figures and riding dirt bikes together. Now, he’s not such a little guy anymore. My sister suddenly appeared smiling and saying “hi” to everyone. She was the youngest of us, but she acted so much like mom you would’ve thought she was older than she was. “Hey sis.”, I said hugging her tight as she sat down next to me. We continued to speak amongst ourselves when my Dad walked into the dining room. Everyone greeted him with respect and smiles as he sat at the head of the table. He softly kissed my mother and greeted each of us in his usual goofy way. Then, we ate to our heart’s content. “So...anything interesting happen today?”, my father asked. My mother looked over at me. I shook my head and gave her a serious look. She tilted her head towards my father, signaling me to tell him. “I can read your mind, remember dear?”, he asked with a grin. My mother giggled playfully as she continued to eat. My father leaned forward on his hands and looked over at me. I could feel his eyes penetrate my very soul. “So...you’ve found your mate, huh?”, he asked loudly. Everyone looked at me. I instantly became embarrassed. “Can we talk about this later?”, I asked. My Dad chuckled deep in his chest, his brown eyes shining in excitement. “Why? It’s nothing to be ashamed of. You’re of age and the next in line to be the Alpha of the Night Brave pack. What’s eating you, son?”, he asked in a gentle whisper. I sighed aloud and pinched the bridge of my nose. “Nothing, it’s just...it’s a personal matter, Dad.”, I said in a half whisper. My father chuckled deeply in his chest. He then motioned for me to follow him. When we were alone in his study, he instantly cut to the chase. “She’s human, right?”, he asked. I nodded as he poured some scotch for the both of us. “She’s strong, intelligent, guarded.”, he listed off as if he had met her before. “And...very self conscious.” I snickered aloud, making a tent with my fingers. “You could tell all of that from her scent on my hand?”, I asked. He shook his head. “No, but you just told me.”, he said with a loud thunderous laugh. I rolled my eyes and laughed. “She’s great. She just doesn’t know it yet.”, I said. My father nodded and looked down at his glass, swirling the ice cube around gently. “You know, when I met your mother she was the exact opposite. She radiated power, strength, confidence. I was scared to approach her. After all, what did she need me for? I was her mate but she had life by the balls, ya know? I’m glad I got up the nerve to talk to her, otherwise I wouldn’t have had you and your brother and sister.”, he said reminiscing out loud. I chuckled and looked over at him. “And now, my boy has found his mate. It’s incredible. Not too long ago, you thought girls had cooties. Now, you’re grown.”, he said, biting his lip contemplatively. He then led me over to his bar and we sat casually at the bar stools. “Tell me about her.”, my father said. I chuckled as I stared out into space. “She has a lot of hair. I mean, a lot. It's curly and thick. She reminds me of a black Merida from Brave. I mean just, fascinating...and her scent...it’s intoxicating. The sweetest smell I’ve ever smelled before. Her eyes, her lips, everything is flawless. She’s walking poetry, man.”, I said as I sipped my scotch. The room was silent for a moment as my father smiled at me. “Mm. You’re nose is wide open, son.”, my Dad teased. I chuckled, almost choking on my drink.

I went on to tell my Dad that I got her phone number and that I wanted to take her someplace special, fancy even, for our first date. My Dad nodded. “And what about telling her that you’re a werewolf, that we all are werewolves?”, my Dad asked. I tapped my fingers on the mahogany bar, unsure as to what to say. “I don’t know when I should tell her. I don’t want to lie to her, ya know, but what choice do I have but to wait?”, I asked. My Dad nodded, seeming to understand. The rest of the night, I laid on my bed staring up at the ceiling, thinking about my mate, thinking about Nadoria.

Nadoria

I had spent the rest of the week, trying my hardest to forget about Damien. His smile and graceful swagger was stuck in my mind. I even found myself daydreaming about him, but shut it down as soon as it started. This didn’t need to happen, not now. I’m two months away from graduating with a bachelor's degree in IT. I can’t let anything distract me. “I have two months left. Just two. Besides, Angelica was right. I know Damien has probably forgotten about me by now. He can have any girl he wants. Why would he waste his time with me?”, I thought. I felt my heart sink at the weight of my negative thoughts. It may be harsh but it’s necessary.