His Luna

Leaving

As Kirsty strained her eyes in the darkness, she watched intently as Draken made his way back towards the house. She had chosen to remain hidden, ensuring that no prying eyes would catch sight of her vulnerable state. The anticipation grew within her, her heart beating faster with each step he took.

But her hope began to waver as she witnessed Draken passing through the door that led to the kitchen, the very door she had emerged from earlier. Confusion washed over her, and doubt started to seep into her thoughts. Had she misunderstood his words? Had he unintentionally left her waiting, unaware of her presence in the shadows? She hesitated for a moment, her mind urging her to give up, to accept that perhaps Draken had unintentionally abandoned their rendezvous. It would have been so easy for her to retreat, to accept defeat, and to return to the safety of the house that Chloe had provided her. But something within her rebelled against the notion of giving up so easily.

As the night wore on, Kirsty found herself shivering in the chilly air. Her attire offered little protection against the biting wind that swept through the surroundings. She wrapped her arms around herself, seeking warmth and comfort that seemed to elude her. The solitude of the night only intensified her sense of vulnerability.

With every passing minute, doubt crept into Kirsty's mind, gnawing at her heart. She questioned whether she had been abandoned in the cold, deserted by the man she had allowed herself to be vulnerable with. Her fears amplified, casting shadows of loneliness and rejection over her thoughts.

Amidst the stillness of the night, the symphony of nature's creatures filled the air. The sound of insects chirping and the distant howls of wild animals served as a reminder of the untamed world that surrounded her. Despite the fear that gripped her, Kirsty held onto the knowledge that she was within the safety of Sam's household. It was a sanctuary that provided a glimmer of solace in the midst of her uncertainty.

Her gaze flickered once more towards the dark path from which Draken had disappeared. There were no signs of his return, leaving her with a sense of anticipation mingled with anxiety. Part of her wanted to give in to the ache in her heart and retreat to the comfort of the house, seeking refuge from the cold and the unanswered questions. But another part of her, the part that clung to hope, urged her to stay, to give him a chance to explain.

As Kirsty sat alone in the darkness, her mind wandered back to the moment their paths had crossed earlier that day. It had been a whirlwind of unfamiliar emotions, a rollercoaster of joy that she struggled to put into words. The sight of Draken's face when he had pulled her close, it was etched in her memory. It was the same face she had seen at the ranch while she diligently carried out her cleaning duties. The same face that had made her feel invisible, rejected, and insignificant.

Yet, the man before her now was contradicting his previous actions. He had apologized, though the exact reason behind his remorse remained vague to her. Kirsty couldn't deny the surge of happiness that had enveloped her when he had kissed her, when their souls had seemingly intertwined for a fleeting moment. It was a sensation that went beyond mere happiness, an intensity she struggled to comprehend.

However, a lingering hesitation still held her back. The stark reality of her position as a slave and a rogue, a mere servant within the pack, weighed heavily on her mind. Draken knew about her role within the pack, her servitude to the master. But did he truly understand the depths of her inner conflict, the dissonance between her desires and her place within the pack's hierarchy?

Kirsty wondered if Draken was aware of her status, or if he saw her as something more. Did he see past the labels and designations, reaching for the connection that bound them as mates? It was a question that gnawed at her, sowing seeds of doubt within her fragile heart.

The wind whispered through the trees, carrying with it a mix of uncertainty and hope. Kirsty knew that she had taken a risk, surrendering herself to the idea of embracing her mate and the emotions that surged between them. But the barriers of her own insecurities and the weight of her role continued to hold her back from fully accepting what lay before her.

She wanted to avoid the thought that Draken initiated to stop with what they were doing earlier, and the man didn't fail to feel her rejected once more. He was her mate, but she couldn't let the fact about him be her mate and disregard her own emotions and feelings that were crashed when she already gave in to him.

“Draken…Draken Stefan.” She whispered the name.

Although Kirsty did not wait for the day to finally meet her mate as she considered her situation as a rogue, the moment they looked into each other’s eyes, she knew that deep inside her, she also wanted to feel everything, the longing, and happiness it brought her. Kirsty sat on the rock, her mind filled with a whirlwind of emotions and thoughts. She couldn't shake off the feeling of rejection that seeped into her heart, nor could she ignore the desire to understand the man. The name echoed in her mind, triggering a sense of familiarity that remained elusive.

She closed her eyes, attempting to dig deep into her memories, to find a connection to the name that held such significance in her present. But try as she might, the puzzle pieces refused to fall into place. It frustrated her, the inability to grasp the full picture, to understand the depth of their shared past, if there was one.

Yet, she couldn't ignore the nagging doubts that gnawed at her. The way Draken had withdrawn after their passionate encounter left her questioning his intentions. It hurt to admit that her vulnerability had been met with an unexpected retreat, casting a shadow over the promises he had made. The mention of his connection to Chloe, the beta's wife, affirmed his importance within the pack, raising questions about his responsibilities and status.

As Kirsty wrestled with her conflicting thoughts and emotions, a flicker of hope mingled with her growing disappointment. His absence weighed heavily on her, and the silence that surrounded her felt deafening. She longed for his return and yearned for his presence to validate the connection they had shared just moments ago.

With a heavy heart, Kirsty looked around the place, hoping to catch a glimpse of Draken's familiar figure. Yet, he remained nowhere to be found, and a sinking feeling settled deep within her chest. Doubts began to creep in, questioning the sincerity of his words and the strength of their connection.

Minutes turned into an eternity as Kirsty anxiously waited, her anticipation mingled with a tinge of desperation. The man had explicitly assured her that he would handle everything and that she need not worry about her duties within the pack. But as time ticked by, his absence started to chip away at her resolve.

The inner turmoil between her logical mind and her yearning heart intensified. She listened as her inner wolf whispered in her mind, offering its own perspective and urging her to be patient. It reminded her of the promise he had made, the assurance that he would return.

“Let’s wait for a couple of minutes, Kirsty.” Her inner wolf said in her mind as she let go of the boundary and let her inner wolf talk to her.

"We've been waiting for so long," Kirsty voiced her frustration, her words carrying a mix of disappointment and resignation. Doubt gnawed at her, causing her to question whether he had already left, abandoning her in this moment of vulnerability.

"He said he would handle everything," she repeated, seeking solace in his words, trying to cling to the flicker of trust that had ignited within her. But the passing minutes eroded her hope, and the silence that enveloped the place felt like an echo of his absence.

“He did. But it’s…it’s been so long.”

“Let’s wait.”Her inner wolf persisted, urging her to wait a little longer, to hold onto the fragile thread of faith. It reminded her of the connection they had shared, the intensity of their embrace, and the tender moments they had savored together. It encouraged her not to let go of the possibility that he would return.

Reluctantly, Kirsty heeded her inner wolf's advice. With a heavy sigh, she settled into a state of cautious patience, clinging to the remnants of hope that lingered within her. The minutes stretched on, time seeming to expand and contract with each breath she took.

As Kirsty stood from the rock, her heart weighed heavy with a mix of disappointment and self-doubt. Draken had promised to handle everything, to take her somewhere, but his absence at that moment spoke volumes to her weary mind. Doubts crept in, whispering that perhaps he had lost interest upon learning about her status as a rogue.

A bitter smile tugged at her lips as she berated herself for waiting, feeling like a fool for allowing hope to consume her. The truth of her own perceived unworthiness settled in, casting a shadow over her spirit. She questioned who would want her, a rogue with a troubled past when there were others within the pack who held higher status and pedigree.

“I looked like a fool for waiting, who would want a rogue anyway?”

Yet, amidst the darkness and uncertainty, the haunting howls of the wilderness continued to reach her ears. The eerie sound, once a familiar backdrop to her life, now seemed to carry a message. It reminded her that even in the midst of solitude, there was a world outside brimming with mysteries and possibilities.

In a moment of surrender, Kirsty unblocked the barrier she had erected within her mind, allowing her inner wolf to flood her thoughts once more. The powerful presence of her wolf surged through her.

"He promised us, Kirsty," her inner wolf pleaded. "He will be back. Let us have faith and wait a little longer. Please, do not let the fear of rejection cloud our judgment."

Kirsty listened to her inner wolf, feeling the sincerity and hope behind its words. The bond between them was undeniable, an unbreakable connection that held them together. She knew her inner wolf understood the ache within her heart, the longing for acceptance and love.

"No, we have been waiting for too long, maybe he used it as an excuse to reject-" But her own doubts continued to gnaw at her, tempting her to succumb to despair. The fear of rejection loomed large, threatening to overshadow any flicker of hope that remained. It would have been easier to embrace the belief that Draken had used his absence as an excuse to reject her, to protect herself from further heartache.

"Do not talk about rejection."

Yet, Kirsty's inner wolf would not allow such thoughts to prevail. It growled fiercely, a protective force within her, refusing to let her surrender to self-doubt.

Gathering her resolve, Kirsty wiped away the stray tear that threatened to betray her emotions. She couldn't let herself wallow in self-pity any longer. With determination in her step, she decided to search for the pathway that would lead her back to the house Chloe had provided for her, the only sanctuary she knew within the pack.

Following the path that Draken had taken, she ventured forward, her footsteps echoing in the quiet night. The moonlit forest seemed to hold a solemn silence as if it understood the weight of her decision. With each passing moment, her resolve solidified, and she steeled herself against the pain that threatened to consume her.