The Broken Luna

Chapter 3 Mira

When I came to, I was still laying on the kitchen floor with my head in Fallon’s lap. I let out a little squeak and sat up quickly, scooting away from him. My arms burned where his hands had held them and I felt a pool of moisture in my underwear that I knew he could smell now just from the look in his eyes.

“Are you okay, Mira?” he asked. The way he said my name was like music and my body wanted to play harmony.

“Um, yeah. I’ll uh, I’ll bring you your plate when the turnovers are done, okay?” I managed to squeak out.

“Okay,” he said, although he looked a little hurt.

I watched as he left the large kitchen and started working on my pastries again. Soon, the room was filled with the scent of apples and cinnamon while the turnovers baked in the oven. I pulled them out and quickly began organizing them onto plates. I made two for each plate. A plate each for the Alpha and Luna and their twin daughters, the Beta and his wife and their son, the Gamma and her wife, Damien, Faye, myself. And Fallon. I took most of the plates to the large dining table and also set out coffee, orange juice, milk, and a pitcher of lemon water. Then, I made two cups of coffee with lots of cream and sugar, whipped cream and cinnamon dusted on top. I brought these, my plate, and Fallon’s plate up to his room in the Alpha quarters. I brought my hand up to knock on his door when it opened. Fallon was standing there with a towel wrapped around his waist and his curls dark and damp, dripping water into his eyes. My eyes roamed down his muscled body before making their way back up to his eyes which had turned black. I would need to change my underwear before going anywhere else.

“I brought you coffee and your breakfast!” I said, holding up his plate and cup while looking at my feet.

“There’s two,” he said.

“Oh, um, I was hoping we could eat together,” I said while fidgeting. I was always drawn to Fallon, but it was so strong today. It was like I needed him to breathe.

“Um, yeah, that’s fine, come on in,” he said, opening the door a little wider.

I looked at his room with wide eyes. It was huge! He had a majestically carved mahogany four post california king sized bed in the middle of the back wall with the softest looking sheets, fluffiest pillows, and coziest comforter I had ever seen. He had a large dresser with the same ornate design as the bed carved into it. A full grand piano in the back corner. Two large walk-in closets filled with clothes, an attached bathroom with a huge walk-in shower with jets coming out of every wall, a large bathtub, double vanity sink, a toilet and separate bidet. But what blew me away the most, were the paintings on every available surface. They were gorgeous. There was a portrait of Fallon’s parents, a scenic painting of the woods surrounding our pack lands, a painting of the river I liked to skinny dip in, and one that made me turn beet red. There was a painting of me sleeping naked in one of the large trees deep in our woods. I normally would climb after swimming until I grew tired and then would fall asleep, listening to the trees’ whispering. It was a gorgeous painting of me, every shape and color accurate to life, but I was so embarrassed that he had seen that.

Fallon must have noticed where my eyes had stopped, because he turned beet red and then turned the painting around, “Can you pretend like you never saw that?”

“Only if you promise to pretend like you never saw that,” my voice came out as a whisper.

“Anything for you,” he promised. He must have dressed while I was taking in the room, because he was wearing jeans and a flannel over a black tshirt. He pulled out two chairs and a small table I hadn’t seen before and offered one to me. I placed the plates and cups on the table and sat in the chair. Fallon sat down next to me, his leg pushed up next to mine from hip to ankle. He was considerably taller than my 5’7 frame so I had to look up to meet his eyes. When I did, his lips came crashing down on mine. I moaned and opened my mouth to give his tongue access. He hungrily searched my mouth and his thumbs found my n*****s under my shirt. It took all of my strength, but I finally pushed him away after what felt like eons. My whole body was vibrating.

“I’m sorry, Fallon. I can’t. I’m saving myself for my mate,” I whispered.

“You turn 18 at midnight,” he stated more than asked.

“Yeah,” I whispered so quietly he wouldn’t have heard me if he wasn’t a werewolf.

“I haven’t found my mate, yet,” he whispered. I knew that, everyone knew that. Every she-wolf in the pack that hadn’t turned 18 yet prayed that she would be Fallon’s fated mate. The thought of it being anyone but me broke my heart into a million pieces. I had lived with Fallon for ten years now but still barely knew him. I mostly avoided him, his aura too strong for me to be around. I knew he thought it was because I was scared of him, with him being my future Alpha and all, but it was more because I was scared of myself. I had no control around him.

“I know. I bet she’s going to be gorgeous,” I said, honestly. Whoever Lady Fate had picked for Fallon would have to look like an angel.

“I believe she is,” he whispered with a knowing look in his eyes. Had he found her and just not announced it to the pack yet? That would be strange. He needed a Luna in order to ascend to Alpha. My heart ached at the thought of him skirting his responsibility to play around with his mate before introducing her to the pack. Tears welled up in my eyes.

“I should go,” I squeaked and ran out the door, leaving my coffee and breakfast behind.

Although I hadn’t shifted yet, most of my other werewolf powers had already come in: accelerated healing, strength, speed, and my speciality (every wolf had a speciality that produced itself at puberty). I could hear the voices of the trees and animals. I ran as fast as I could to the woods and climbed the nearest tree.

“Mira, what hurts your heart?” she whispered in my mind.

“Fallon!” I sobbed back.

“Rest, child. All will make sense, soon.” she soothed.