Luna’s Sins Of The Night

Chapter 4

That caused her mouth to open. What could have ended their lives? A strong enough pack of wolves could only defeat an Alpha in that manner.

"A smell-less, dead Alpha?"

That's what I thought, too. Hellhounds have scent glands under the skin, right? That dead person was masking his smell. These things smell everywhere they go.

"He was taking these pills?"

The doctor exclaimed, "Damn right!" The components to manufacture these pills were in his suitcase, and although this bottle is just one of three that I have, I wanted to present it to you.

Amelia said, "You got three bottles from the dead Hellhound?"

The doctor scratched his face and said, "I know it doesn't sound good when you say it out loud, but we don't have any more options." "Your brother... Never mind; I tried them out too.

I took one, and within two hours, it was like taking a breath of fresh air. I felt like I could run miles—more than I could when I was your age."

She looked over the bottle and considered all the potential benefits these tablets would have for her. Amelia might conceal her natural scent with these and feel more confident venturing out.

The suppressants she used were barely potent enough to mask the omega's odor to others; perhaps these were. Nobody suspected you, right?

The pack doctor shook his head, bouncing his beard in the process. "I went to the strange Alphas, and let me tell you, they are the ones who will make you s**t your pants with just one look.

Twice my size. But I had these pills to make me an Alpha, and they didn't even flinch at my scent. They just pointed, asked what I was doing outside the border, and I made up some story and got out. The pills worked, I tell you."

With her mouth slightly open and her eyes wide, Amelia was in wonder at the tale. She began taking those tablets from the previous six months in this manner.

***

The following morning, Amelia breathed smoothly. The sun had not yet fully risen, so she raised her head to look at the sky.

As she breathed, the milky air in front of her mouth turned into fog. Before stooping forward to touch her toes, the omega held onto her ankle and stretched the front of her thigh. She did this stretching exercise before she ran.

A sudden, loud whistle from behind caught her attention.

"This is the view I would like to wake up to every morning."

Her once-relaxed physique changed into a tight mass of bones and muscles. Only the hellhound could be seen when the omega peered backwards through the space between her ankles. Xavier.

He jogged toward us. His gait was easy because of his large legs. He smugly grinned at her while wearing a maroon t-shirt and tight black jogging bottoms. His curls were pulled down to his neck by a black snapback.

Amelia gently stood up and turned to look at him. How did he find her and locate her? Unlike other creatures, the omega ran on the side of the earth closest to the shadowy forest.

She growled, "What are you doing here?"

"What a great view!"

Her arms were folded across her chest. I feel like we seem to be using separate languages at the moment.

"Anyway," he murmured, fumbling with his jogger's pocket. The Alpha grinned as he returned his attention to her and ran a hand along the edge of his hair. "There's a party in our frat on Friday. Come join us. We have the best ice luges."

Is this your means of expressing regret?

"No, I'm just inviting you to a party," she said.

That was mocked by Amelia. She has no chance of becoming friends with him or that fraternity. His remark regarding her mother also hurt. "Thanks, but I don't do parties."

You don't know what you're missing, so consider it.

And with that, she sprinted away from him. "And I don't care."

***

"So, do you go for a run every morning at the same time?"

The following morning, Xavier avoided her abandoned footwear. She felt a chill go up her spine. I'm just trying to manage my time around classes and football."

He received no response from Amelia. Instead, she put his earbuds in and jogged in the direction of her destination. Under her mid-thigh-length peach running shorts, her muscles jerked and flexed.

Xavier followed her while holding her lost sneakers and said, "Hey, you lost your shoes."

Her gait accelerated. The wind whipped at her flyaway hair as her lungs burned with each exhalation, but she didn't turn around.

The Alpha Hellhound was panting and wishing his legs would go more quickly. I asked, "Did you hear a word I said?"

Before she rounded the curve, the soles of her bare feet sped across the walkway.

She was already far gone when his voice resounded across the dust: "Wait for me!"

Xavier yelled again, "I'll catch up with you," his words clearly puffing in the brisk air. I'll be there in a moment.

Amelia repressed her smile and remained silent.

***

She had to confront Xavier once more. At quarter to five—early in the morning—he arrived at her running location and gave a triumphant fist pump. as though he knew nobody was looking.

For a little moment, Amelia observed him and the way he twirled around the field. He looked at the forest while checking his watch and chewing the bottom of his lip.

She didn't intend for that to impress her. White headphones bounced on the sweat-stained grey cotton of her tee as the omega took up her white running sneakers and held them in her hand. Xavier moved toward her as soon as she came out of the woods and opened his mouth. He wasn't even given a second glance as she ran past him without stopping.

He said, once more glancing at his watch, "Are you kidding me!?" You're already asleep; when do you go to bed?

***

That was enough for Amelia. She had been put off by him nonstop for three days. As soon as she sat down, she told Fred everything.

He only stated, "That's his way of apologizing.

The omega blinked, "What?!"

Mira sighed. I informed him when he inquired as to why you left the cafeteria angrily.

At that, she took a sharp gasp. He was aware that his comment was offensive, but instead of immediately apologizing, he chose to pull these pranks. How can she not find that irksome?

I am aware of your concerns, but I urge you to give him a chance because he is not a nasty person.

"Whatever"

***

Her mother was standing anxiously in front of them both, and her father snapped, "How will she learn if I don't teach her anything?" She folded her arms defensively across her chest as she pursed her lips in irritation.

At her parents, Amelia batted an eye. Before she understood what was happening, her father was forcibly pulling on her hurt arm and making her stand up.

The omega's eyes were red, and tears were flowing down her cheeks, a sign that the anguish was beginning to wear her out both mentally and physically.

Her forehead was covered in a scarlet path of blood that continued beyond her temples and down the side of her face.

The omega needed to rest; her body was pleading for it as her respiration was too rapid to count and her mouth hung wide. She also had a thirst and a parched throat from spending too much time in the heat. It's almost midday, but the Omega has been exercising since the sun rose.

Her mother was once more cut off by her father, who continued, "Diego, I understand—"

"No, you don't! What happens to her after we're gone? Do you want your daughter and Asher to be left behind in a hostile environment where they have no way to defend themselves? Should we abandon them without preparing them for a world that will kill them?"

That made her mother frown. She doesn't need to know all of this, Diego, and I can't believe you're talking to her like that.

She's ten now; she's no longer a youngster.

The loud sounds were giving Amelia a headache, and she was crouching down and covering her ears. She yearned to flee and hide in order to temporarily escape the terrible tone. That was not taking place.

"Diego, she's still a child, believe it or not. I know what you are doing, and I appreciate it, but she's too young to hear this stuff. You are training her like a pack soldier."

Amelia felt a hand stroking and gently massaging her scalp as it moved down her hair. The familiar touch almost caused her to whine as she leaned into it.

Oh, come on, Amelia. That's not what I'm doing. Besides, she's fine as she is.

The omega glanced up into her father's brilliant blue eyes, hoping against hope that she would concur with him. want to show her mother that she was mistaken. All of it was done with the good intention of protecting his children.

Yes, Amelia understood that. It was difficult to be a pure omega, and her father was only making her more resilient.

While her arms were still over her father's leg, Amelia nodded her head and then looked between them. Her mother lifted her arms in annoyance and sighed in defeat before lowering them to her side.

Her mother muttered, "Diego, how is she any different from those hounds? You are training her to be a killer."

Her father grumbled, "No, I'm teaching our daughter how to defend herself from a killer." And she won't kill unless absolutely necessary, which is the difference.

The next thing Amelia remembered, she had been shoved away from her father and was stumbling across the gravel. When she was eventually able to stand up straight on her own, her father dashed over to her while she was yowling.

The omega awoke abruptly, gasping for air and breathing in short bursts. She was acutely conscious of the wet T-shirt sticking to her torso because the blanket she was wearing had now pooled down to her waist.

She tried to breathe through her beating heart by placing a palm over it. Her body was saturated in sweat, and her hair was plastered against his forehead.

She massaged her sleepy eyelids before casting a glance around. She simply had to think for a few moments before realizing she was still in her room. Even though she really wanted to, she didn't wake up Mira.

Amelia made an effort to calculate the time. It wasn't noisy. She inferred that nighttime must still be in effect based on the sounds of crickets singing and the rustling of leaves outside her home.

The omega turned her head to see out the window, but there was no indication of the sun or any light shining.

She said to herself, "You're okay," while attempting to close her eyes.

The Omega sensed something was about to happen deep below. It was potent enough to cause Amelia to recall unpleasant memories from the past—aspects of her life she wanted wouldn't follow her around forever. But they did so each and every night.

***

She didn't run the next morning since she was too preoccupied with her ideas. The Omega was also not interested in debating Nico over another pointless issue. It simply added to her anxiety.

She made the decision to go to her weekly dance lesson even though it wasn't for another five days. Amelia engaged in it during the weekend as a form of entertainment.

The music accelerated, and the sound of feet stomping the ground matched the increasing speed. A woman's severe voice was shouting commands every few seconds, while there was a steady rhythmic clapping sound keeping the beat.

Amelias' arms were raised above her head, and her legs were spread wide in a split motion. She struggled to keep up with each stride, her legs painted with what appeared to be black tights as sweat trickled down her throat.

She found that dancing enabled her to relax a little and concentrate on her movements rather than her thoughts.

The woman in front of the mirrored studio clapped once and said, "Yes, Amelia." "That's fantastic."

The omega grinned at the compliment before moving off to the side and falling to the ground with her chest heaving and sweat dripping down her hair, which was being kept back by a thin black headband. She struggled to catch her breath as her heart thudded in her chest.

Her hour was over before she realized it. Maybe she ought to do it more frequently. Amelia pondered.

***

As they exited the dance class, her companion nudged her arm and inquired, "Is that Nico over there with the coach?"

Her happy voice distracted her from the omega. She swung around to take a look in the direction Nina was indicating. It was indeed Nico and Coach laughing heartily. She inhaled.

She should be fine as long as the Hellhound doesn't mention the female he saw in the locker rooms who seemed so "omega" to him. And why would Nico bring that up, exactly? There weren't any. Therefore, there was no reason to be concerned. Amelia lied to herself, at least.

She answered absentmindedly, "Yeah, I met him briefly in the locker rooms. The omega found it difficult to tear her eyes away from his slender frame and his wonderfully timed giggle. It is unjust.

Nina looked at the Alpha and stated, "Oh, you didn't mention that. What was he like?" with interest.

She gave a shrug. Amelia replied honestly, "She acted like a proper annoying Alpha," before suddenly biting her tongue and casting a wary glance towards Nina. Perhaps she shouldn't be so direct.

Nina erupted in laughter. "Why am I not surprised?" you could ask.

***

In the break room, Mira exited with her hands behind her back. Her attention was drawn to a head of curls sitting in one of the beaten-up leather armchairs by the window as she fastened her apron. Amelia grunted in return and then continued to follow her line of vision.

"What's he doing back here again?"

Her companion asked, "Who?"

A seat was indicated by Amelia. "Him"

The Alpha lifted his head as if he sensed her eyes on him. He waved at her before placing a textbook on its side over his face. Such an absurdity.

Mira giggled, wiping the glasses. "He's pretending to study but just eating all the cookie straws."

Amelia huffed, "I don't like him." "At all."

"Why?"

Simply said, "I just don't."

Her pal wiped her hands and turned to face her, saying, "He seems harmless enough." "Amelia, you should let that go. He didn't know about your mother either."

The Omega decided to disregard that section. Amelia stared at Nico and shook her head. "Whatever. I still don't think that he's harmless." "Definitely not."

What prompts you to say that?

Amelia positioned her hands across her chest. There must be something else going on since people don't just start pursuing strangers for no reason, especially douchey famous football players like him.

Why do you say that, I wonder?

She shrugged, Amelia. He must have gorgeous women swooning over him every day, so it's strange that he would want to speak with me."

Mira gave her shoulder a squeeze. She said softly, her eyes warming, "No, no, no," while pulling her lips into a smile. He has every reason to be interested in getting to know you since you are amazing and beautiful. Anyone would be lucky to have you in their life.

At that point, the omega flushed. She glanced at her friend while shaking her head. "What should I do?" you ask.

"I dunno, maybe talk to him," I said.

Amelia sighed. "Talk to him? Really? That's all you got?"

Hey, you prompted me.

"Fine"