The Flight of the Coveted Luna : The Scion Book 2

Chapter 4

Matty

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I slammed the glass down as I swallowed the burning liquid. The bartender gave me a look, not quite a glare, lest it be taken as a challenge. My pack members were all wary around me; I didn’t tolerate any hint of insubordination, but at that point, I wasn’t sure if I even cared.

Something about that war had changed me; when it was all over, I slipped into an overbearing sense of apathy. My usual s****l conquests were empty and mechanical; the thrill was gone. I didn’t even go looking for them anymore, but I wouldn’t turn down anyone offering themselves to me.

As looks went, I knew I was attractive and usually had no problem in that department. I trained longer and harder than anyone else in my pack, and my body was a machine, a force to be reckoned with. My blonde buzzcut seemed to do something for the girls too. I wished I could care; I wanted the excitement of the chase, of taking what I wanted, but it was gone.

“Another,” I said to the bartender.

He didn’t look happy, but he was too afraid to say anything. I didn’t really care. He pulled out a bottle of single malt scotch and poured some into my glass, then added two blocks of ice. He reached for the bottle to put away, but I put my hand on it.

“Leave it,” I ordered, my tone inviting no argument.

He looked at me for a second, then nodded, turned, and headed back to the other side of the bar, where customers waited for service. It seemed a little crowded that side, clearly everyone was giving me a wide berth. I preferred it that way; I couldn’t be bothered with useless conversation or any sort of pretense.

The pack bar was pretty busy for a Tuesday; the music pumped as wolves spoke louder, although they would be heard over the din anyway. The setup was the typical dark wood and booths, although they were particular about cleanliness, no sticky counters or floors there. Wolves appreciated that being able to smell every dubious spill is awful in an unkempt place.

I glanced at the faces as they waited for the bartender’s attention. Some were stressed, some already drunk, many frowned. Maybe I wasn’t the only one needing a little help to get through the night.

My wolf, Torin, had been surly and disgruntled ever since the showdown with the b.itch Luna Queen. He hardly engaged with me other than when we were plotting our revenge. My heart beat a little faster as my fists clenched. Thinking of revenge was the only thing that incited any sort of feeling, and although the sentiments were negative and dark, I embraced it. I would make her pay for humiliating me, for humiliating Torin and me.

I wondered if my disinterest in life had anything to do with her. Had she cast some sort of misery spell on me? Torin growled in my mind. He was having a hard time after Gia rode him like a mindless bull; his emotions were dark, our emotions were dark. I promised myself that she would pay, even though it would take careful planning and execution. She was the Queen, after all. It wasn’t going to be easy, but that didn’t bother me; I could be patient.

“Alpha.” A leggy brunette she-wolf slid up to me and ran a hand over my shoulder.

She looked familiar; had I bedded her before? Did it even matter? I wrapped my arm around her waist and brought her closer to me.

“Honey,” I answered, using a generic nickname, her breasts now up against me. She mewled as I rubbed my nose in her neck.

I used to live for this, having a beautiful woman and f.ucking the hell out of her, sometimes I even had two. Even though the moves came naturally and all my equipment worked, I just couldn’t get excited about it anymore. I was just going through the motions, pretending to be alive.

I grabbed Honey, or whatever her name was, by the jaw and shoved my tongue into her mouth. I wasn’t in a gentle mood. Her breath caught as she submitted to me, not expecting that level of intensity. I broke the kiss and grabbed the bottle.

“Let’s go,” I said and walked to my car, sure that she would follow.

In a few minutes, we were on our way to the packhouse. Admittedly, I drove like a maniac, and Honey looked pale by the time we arrived. The packhouse was a three-story building, simple but large, housing all unmated wolves over eighteen, those who preferred to leave their family homes. There weren’t many; most preferred to keep their distance from me. As a result, we had many empty rooms, and the place was quiet most of the time.

Honey followed me into the lift and up to my bedroom on the top floor and started stripping as soon as she walked through the door. Either she’d been there before, or I had made it very clear what kind of interaction it would be.

My room matched my mood these days; all dark shades of blue and grey. It was spacious and comfortable, with a king-sized bed and a sitting area by the window where I could enjoy the view of the forest, and despite my messy ways, it was pristine, the cleaning staff making sure it was serviced twice a day.

Honey’s skin tone was dark, her eyes expressive, and her generous hips and a.ss were perfect, just what I liked. Still, it wasn’t enough anymore.

I grabbed her by the neck and turned her around, pushing her face up to the wall; I didn’t want her scent on my bed, and I wouldn’t have to pretend if she couldn’t see me. I squeezed her neck and parted her legs with my knee as I undid my pants. She screamed as I slammed my hard shaft deep into her without warning and started pumping into her immediately.

I was sure that wasn’t what she signed up for but it didn’t matter; that was what was on offer. I pounded into her, trying to think of anything that could excite me as she whimpered. Nothing. Just… nothing. I kept going, squeezing her ample ass and slapping it once or twice. Nothing. I turned her away from the wall and bent her over. I f.ucked her as deep and hard as I could, chasing the climax, already bored.

I grunted and pumped into her a few more times as I released my load, and disappointment settled in my chest when it felt like a non-event.

“You can go now,” I growled as I pulled myself from her and walked away.

I heard a sob and the click of the door as I made my way to the bathroom. She wouldn’t be back, of that I was sure.

I felt empty, hollow.

I showered quickly, getting rid of her scent, and, grabbing the bottle of whiskey, I made my way to the armchair. Gazing out the window, still naked and hair dripping, I poured a drink and sipped at it. What was my life coming to? Why couldn’t I feel anything? Was there a point to living if I didn’t feel alive?

“Alpha, we need you in the kitchen,” Ben, my Beta, mind-linked me.

Why would I be needed in the kitchen of all places?

“What’s going on?” I replied, slipping on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt.

“Uh, you should just come,” he said. Usually, I’d be annoyed at his reluctance, but these days I just didn’t care.

Ben was ok as Betas went, strong and a good fighter. He was tall, had dark hair and eyes, and was a favorite with the ladies.

He had replaced my brother, Joe, when he became the Beta of the Royal pack. Joe was a fantastic Beta, and things were good between us until he found his mate. She was a power-hungry w***e, wasn’t happy to be a Beta’s mate, and eventually ran off to be with an Alpha. I never told Joe, but I even found her in my bed one night. I tossed her out; I had plenty of options and didn’t need to move in on my brother’s territory.

I walked into the bright, modern kitchen to find the honey I had just f.ucked curled up on the floor, clothes torn and bruises already forming. Angelica, a fairly loose pack member, stood over her, Ben holding her back.

“What the f.uck is going on here,” I shouted. I didn’t really care but needed to assert my authority, or my pack would devolve into chaos.

“I found her attacking the other one, basically beating the s**t out of her,” Ben said, gesturing to Angelica.

“She shouldn’t be throwing herself at you,” Angelica screamed.

“And why is that, Angelica?” I growled. I didn’t need women with delusions of grandeur thinking they had some kind of claim on me. I glared at her. “You think because you had my d.ick a few times that you have a claim to it?”

She shrunk back, and her shoulders slumped. That was what she’d thought; I didn’t know why since I never promised anything more than s*x to anyone, ever.

“If you want my d**k so badly, I can give it to you right here, right now. Or better yet, I can give it to her while you watch. Get this straight; you are just a f.uck, a good time. You are not and will never be my mate.”

Surprisingly, Torin growled in my mind. At least something other than revenge had gotten a reaction from him.

Tears welled in her eyes. Stupid b.itch, where did she even get the idea that it would be more than that.

“Get the f.uck out of my sight, and don’t ever let me hear you’ve been beating up my bed partners again, or you’ll regret it. Do I make myself clear?” I roared.

She flinched, nodded frantically, and bolted as soon as Ben released her. My pack members knew not to mess with me. Punishment would be swift and severe.

“Take this one to the Doc,” I pointed at Honey.

“Yes, Alpha,” Ben said, bending to pick her up.

I stalked back to my room and picked up my glass. My thoughts returned to Gia, the Luna Queen. The Elite guard would have our monthly meeting soon, which might be my opportunity.