SCAR: THE ALPHA'S LUNA

Episode4

Lysander pov

"Please remove the fish from my dish," I said firmly. "And clear this table, I need some space." I gestured widely with my arms, accidentally scattering the plate and causing a clatter.

My back ached from an old scar, and I glared at the lady with frustration. She trembled, sensing my anger, but instead of lashing out, I took a deep breath and calmly asked her to refill my glass with water. I needed a moment to collect myself and find a more constructive way to communicate my emotions.

"I'm...I'm sorry," she stammered, still crouched on the ground, her eyes fixed on the broken ceramic plate. I felt uncomfortable with her presence, and without hesitation, I gestured towards the ornate flower arrangement at the center of the table. My hand motioned dismissively, indicating that she should leave.

I glanced at her, then returned my gaze to the ground, using my toe to pick up a piece of the broken plate. But as I did, I felt a sharp, piercing pain as the shard pierced my toe. I hunched over, wincing, and picked up the piece, now stained with blood. My hands moved swiftly in her direction, but someone grasped my wrist urgently, restraining me.

"Don't do that, son," the voice was calm and steady, like a gentle breeze on a summer day. My mom's soft skin, warm and comforting, soothed the anger in me, and I felt my tension ease. I relaxed my grip, and the piece of broken plate slid from my hand, clattering to the ground.

My mom's grip on my hand tightened, her eyes locked onto mine with a deep concern. "Alpha, she's your subordinate, don't be too harsh with her, please," she whispered, her voice a gentle melody that soothed my soul. Her words were a subtle reminder of my position and the power dynamics at play, and I felt a surge of calm wash over me.

I nodded, taking a deep breath, and placed my head on the table, my gaze drifting mindlessly towards the floor. My mom loosened her grip on my hand and shifted her seat closer, her presence a comforting warmth beside me. The soft rustle of her clothes and the gentle scent of her perfume enveloped me.

"Lysander, it's been three years," she said, her voice firm but gentle, trying to pierce through my melancholy. "Alpha, you have Vynessa, whom you trust and will make a perfect Luna for you..." Her words trailed off, and I felt her hand hesitantly caress my hair, a mix of concern and confusion emanating from her touch.

I remained still, my gaze fixed on the floor, as her words slowly sank in. Vynessa, my loyal and trusted friend, had always been by my side. But the thought of her as my Luna, my partner and companion, was a prospect I had never considered. My mind began to whirl, a mix of emotions swirling inside me like a maelstrom.

"Reconsider our discussion and make Vynessa your Luna," she whispered, her voice laced with persuasion. As she spoke, she peeked at my cheek with care, leaving a subtle trail of her red lipstick behind. The gentle touch and the soft mark she left on my skin sparked a flutter in my chest, and I felt my resolve weakening.

I turned to face her, my eyes locking onto hers, and saw the sincerity and conviction shining in her gaze. Her words echoed in my mind, and I began to see the wisdom in her suggestion. Vynessa, with her unwavering loyalty and unshakeable trust, would indeed make a perfect Luna. The thought of having her by my side, as my partner and companion, filled me with a sense of comfort and strength.

I leaned back in the chair, and a wave of dizziness washed over me as I felt the scar on my back throb heavily, like a living entity.

A lump formed in my throat, and my hands instinctively went to the area, as a loud, menacing tone of anxiety and pain escaped my lips. My knees gradually buckled, and I felt myself sinking to the ground as if the weight of my emotions was too much to bear.

The scar on my back seemed to pulse with a life of its own, a constant reminder of the pain and trauma I had endured. The memories came flooding back, and I felt myself being pulled into the darkness of my past.

My vision began to blur, and I struggled to keep my breathing steady, as the anxiety and pain threatened to consume me. "Alpha!" A distant voice called faintly as if trying to grasp the situation. "Alpha Lysander!" The feminine voice hitched, catching in her throat as if shock had momentarily taken the very sound of her voice.

The voice was laced with concern and urgency, but it seemed to come from a far-off place, echoing through the darkness that was closing in around me. I tried to respond, but my voice was trapped in my throat, unable to escape the prison of my pain.

"The voice called out again, more insistent this time, 'Alpha Lysander, please!' It was Vanessa, I could feel her warm breath breezing off, her arms wrapping around me, her words venting sorrows, as she tried to reach me, to bring me back from the brink of collapse. Tears from her eyes fell like raindrops on my face, letting her serene voice shatter the silence of the pack, calling for help."

"Lysander, okay, just wait, I'm here, you're not going to die," she assured firmly, wiping away her tear-stained eyes, and rubbing the sweat from my forehead.

"Ahh... I screamed out in agony, the scar's pain surging like molten lava, searing my very soul. I felt myself being dragged down to the underworld, consumed by an eternal darkness. 'Vy... Vynessa, the scar...' I stammered, each word a struggle to utter, as the world around me grew hazy and indistinct."