The Luna

Chapter 1

Eric Renaldi was a very wealthy young man. Not only was he very accomplished for his age, but he was also very different from any normal person. He was a werewolf. His father, James Renaldi, was the strongest Alpha in the country. They were practically royalty. Eric was also an Alpha male, but he could not take on his role while his father was still alive. He has prepared his entire life for his role as Alpha, under his fathers’ tactical training team, and also learned the financial side of everything as well. Eric’s father was in constant danger of his life every single day. His biggest threat was Thorin Alexander, a very strong Alpha across the border in Canada. James’ pack has been at war with Thorins’ pack for years now with no prevail. There have been many deaths within the packs and numbers were running low, so now there was a big demand for the remaining pack members to breed so they could replenish their numbers. There was even more pressure on Eric, since his Alpha offspring would be stronger than any of the other pack members. The only problem was that he has not yet found his mate.

Every Friday night James would host a dinner party at his mansion, inviting all of the neighboring packs in hopes of his son finding his mate. Most werewolves find their mates shortly after they turn 18 years old, because that is when their drive becomes much stronger. For Eric, he was almost 20 and he still hadn’t found his. But that was all because they just weren’t looking in the right places.

Eric sat at the desk in his office twirling around the pen he held in his hand. He was contemplating even going downstairs to dinner tonight. The fact that he still hasn't found his mate frustrated him to no end, and his mate drive was getting stronger by the day. And the pressure he was feeling from his father and the rest of his pack did not help one bit. In his fantasies, he would have plenty of time with his mate before kids were brought into the picture. But when you are of such important status it just doesn't work that way. It was March, which meant all the females were in heat, and that only drove him even more mad with lust. But he didn't want just anyone. He wanted her. The girl that he saw in his dreams every single night. The girl with chocolate brown hair and electric blue eyes that would reach her hand out beckoning to him, but every time he would try to grab her hand, he would wake up. He could sense that she was searching for him just as hard as he had been trying to find her. He sighed and set his pen down, getting up from his desk. He wasn't going to stop until he finally found her, so he locked up the office and headed for his bedroom to get ready for the dinner.

The dinner party was just as usual, topless girls

everywhere grinding on everything in sight. For werewolves, this was a normal thing, but since it was breeding season things were on the extreme side. Maybe he would get a good f**k tonight with one of these whores, he thought to himself. He needed it to release some of his built up tension. All of the men in the packs had to wear formal suits and ties for any events in the Renaldi mansion, but the females were allowed to wear as little amount of clothes as they would like. It was more like a f**k party than an actual dinner. Only Alpha James was more tactful than some of the other packs and required that if any fornication were to happen, they would need to do it in a private room instead of in front of everyone. Eric walked down the stairs to the ballroom and was immediately swarmed with girls. “I can be your mate, Mr. Renaldi” one of them squealed running her hands down the front of his suit. He took her hands and removed them from his chest gently. “Not interested” he said softly. She immediately began to pout and ran off, leaving him with three other girls gawking at him. He was not one to be rude, and he hated hurting any of their feelings, but he felt nothing for any of them. He knew what would happen once he found his mate. He had seen it with his other pack members before. As soon as eye contact was made, the bond would pull them together like a magnet and they would be inseparable. None of the girls he has met has ever made him feel that way. Eric searches the entire ballroom with his eyes, ignoring the girls that were feeling him up and flirting with him. He was searching for the chocolate haired girl from his dream that he couldn't get off of his mind. To his disappointment, she wasn’t there. He growls lowly to himself and grabs one of the girls by the arm without even looking at her. “Come on” he says, pulling her up the stairs to his bedroom. She giggles and skips behind him.

Eric laid naked on his bed, staring up at the ceiling blankly. He had already kicked the girl out as soon as he was finished with her. He felt bad for what he just did, but werewolves don't have the morals that humans do. Their s****l urges were primal and uncontrollable. Resisting them can even be harmful. He sighed heavily, depressed. Tonight made another week with no luck finding his girl. If he didn't find her soon, his wolf was going to go mad. Rolling over on his side, he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.