His Luna

Take her

Time seemed to slow to a crawl as Kirsty's gaze locked with Draken's the moment he stepped through the door. The air crackled with anticipation as if the very atmosphere held its breath in the presence of the enigmatic man. The whispers of the bustling crowd faded into a distant hum, their voices reduced to a mere backdrop against the magnetic pull of their connection.

Draken, obscured by the cap that shielded his features, remained an enigma to those around him. His presence alone commanded attention, an invisible force that compelled the people in the room to pause and take notice. The murmurings and preparations that filled the space came to an abrupt halt as gazes turned toward the figure who had just made his entrance.

Caught in the intensity of the moment, Kirsty felt her grip falter, her fingers releasing their hold on the fragile glassware. The sound of shattering glass echoed in the hushed room, the shards scattering across the floor, some even daring to approach the Alpha's feet.

A hushed gasp escaped her lips, a whispered utterance of his name. Delfa, the old woman who stood beside her, recoiled in terror at the sudden commotion caused by Kirsty's unintentional outburst. The realization of her actions washed over her, a mix of both awe and trepidation at the scene she had inadvertently created.

Eyes widened, and the room held its breath, waiting for the Alpha's response. Draken's piercing gaze swept across the room, his unreadable expression revealing nothing of his thoughts. At that moment, it felt as if time stood still as if the very fabric of their existence hinged on the unspoken exchange between the Alpha and the woman who had inadvertently captured his attention.

As Kirsty stood in the midst of the hushed room, a heavy silence enveloped the air, suffocating her with its oppressive weight. She half-expected someone to unleash their anger, to shout in her face and condemn her for what she had done. But the absence of any audible reaction only served to amplify the pounding of her own heart, echoing in her ears like the desperate flutter of a caged bird longing for freedom.

A disquieting realization settled within her, fueling her anxiety. The lowering of heads, the collective silence that permeated the room—these signs spoke volumes. It was as if a shroud of trepidation had fallen over the occupants, their expressions hinting at an unspoken fear that quivered beneath the surface.

Delfa, once a lively presence, now bowed her head, avoiding Kirsty's gaze. The weight of her actions sank in, accompanied by a growing worry that news of her defiance might reach the ears of the Alpha. The consequences of her impulsive actions loomed ominously, casting a shadow over her fragile existence within the pack.

Draken, steadfast near the entrance, stood as a silent sentinel, his mere presence invoking a pervasive silence that stilled the voices of those around him. His commanding aura seemed to render them speechless, restraining their tongues with an invisible force.

Kirsty's own voice caught in her throat, her words swallowed by a surge of apprehension. The silence bore down on her, carrying the weight of unspoken truths and unexpressed emotions. She longed for an outburst, for the release of the tension that coiled tightly within her. But the absence of any such eruption only deepened her sense of isolation, magnifying the weight of her actions and the potential consequences that loomed before her.

As Kirsty surveyed the room, her eyes scanning the predominantly female presence that surrounded her, a realization began to take shape in her mind. The pieces of the puzzle started to align, and she couldn't help but draw a connection between Draken's appearance and the behavior of those around him. It seemed that his striking looks and commanding presence held sway over the individuals in the room, shaping their reactions and attitudes.

An unfamiliar wave of self-consciousness washed over Kirsty as she locked eyes with Draken. She found herself captivated by his gaze, drawn to the depths of his eyes that held a mixture of intensity and enigma. But as she became aware of her own vulnerability, of the potential for embarrassment and rejection, she hastily averted her gaze, feeling a flush of humiliation taint her cheeks.

The memory of how he had callously abandoned her to deal with the aftermath of the shattered plates resurfaced, reminding her of the pain he had caused. Yet, even as her anger simmered, she couldn't ignore the magnetic pull he exerted on her senses. It was a battle between her wounded pride and the undeniable allure he emanated.

Determined to regain her composure and assert her independence, Kirsty swiftly took a seat and began to gather the scattered fragments of the broken plates. Her hands moved with purpose, the urgency of her actions betraying her desire to distance herself from the man who had left her to pick up the pieces of her own shattered existence. Each shard she collected carried a weight that mirrored her own shattered trust and wounded pride.

Beside her, Delfa's posture stiffened, a palpable tension radiating from her. Kirsty couldn't help but sense the underlying unease that now permeated the air. It was a silent acknowledgment of the tumultuous dynamics at play, the fragile balance of power and expectations that governed their interactions within the pack.

As Kirsty focused her gaze on the broken fragments, she saw more than just the shattered remnants of plates. She saw reflections of her own fractured spirit, the image of a woman who had been abandoned and left to pick up the pieces alone. The act of gathering the broken shards became an act of reclaiming her own strength, refusing to be defined by the pain inflicted upon her.

“Kirsty…” As Delfa tapped Kirsty's shoulder, the weight of worry etched on her aged face, the woman's heart skipped a beat. Her name escaped Delfa's lips in a hushed tone, laced with both concern and caution. Kirsty turned her attention toward the old woman, searching for answers in the depths of her eyes.

"Delfa?" Kirsty's voice carried a mix of curiosity and trepidation, unsure of what the old woman was about to reveal. She sensed the weight of unspoken words hanging in the air, secrets whispered only in hushed tones, and she braced herself for the impact of the truth that awaited her.

Delfa hesitated, her weathered hands trembling slightly. She understood the delicate nature of the information she held, aware that one wrong move could have dire consequences. She had heard whispers among the staff within the castle, tales of an Alpha who demanded perfection, who rarely accepted apologies unless they were proven to be valid.

"Just... stand," Delfa finally managed to utter, her voice quivering with a mix of fear and uncertainty. She glanced nervously at Draken, his presence exerting an undeniable influence over the room. It was a silent plea for Kirsty to tread carefully, to recognize the precariousness of the situation they found themselves in.

But Kirsty's resolve remained unshaken. The turmoil within her, the conflicting emotions of anger and determination, fueled her unwavering desire to clean up the mess she had created. She refused to be a burden, even if it meant facing the man who had caused her pain. She interrupted Delfa's words, her voice firm and resolute.

"No, let me finish cleaning this mess," Kirsty declared, her eyes fixed on the shattered remnants of the plates. Her words held a quiet determination, a fierce independence that refused to be swayed. She was driven by the need to prove her worth, to fulfill her duty despite the chaos that threatened to engulf her.

“Kirst-”

“Let her finish.”

Before Delfa could respond, a voice resonated through the room, authoritative and unwavering. It was the last person Kirsty expected to interrupt their conversation. The voice belonged to the man she despised, the one responsible for her anguish.

“I…I apologize, Al-”

As Kirsty focused her attention on gathering the smaller fragments of the shattered plates, her mind and heart existed in separate realms. The weight of her actions, the tangle of emotions that swirled within her, seemed disconnected from the present moment. Lost in her own thoughts, she failed to notice the larger piece of broken plate she clutched tightly in her hand.

In an unfortunate twist of fate, the jagged edge of the plate pierced her skin, causing a sharp pain to shoot through her hand. The gasp that escaped her lips was not a mere response to the physical wound, but rather a reaction to the realization of what her blood possessed.

As droplets of blood began to fall to the floor, Kirsty's senses heightened, her awareness of the scent and power contained within her own life force becoming palpable. The metallic tang of her blood filled the air, a potent reminder of the abilities that lay dormant within her.

Kirsty's heart burned with a mix of anger and hurt as she clenched her fists, feeling the weight of her emotions threatening to overwhelm her. The man who stood before her, Draken, seemed oblivious to the turmoil churning inside her. His commanding words pierced the air, demanding that she put her emotions aside and continue her task. But Kirsty couldn't easily dismiss the pain she had endured in his absence.

Tears welled up in Kirsty's eyes, threatening to spill over and betray the strength she was trying to maintain. She longed to cry out, to release the pent-up frustration that had festered within her. How dare he give her orders? Just because she worked for the pack did not grant him the right to dictate her actions and emotions. In her mind, she questioned his authority, his entitlement to command her in such a manner.

Suppressing her tears, Kirsty pressed her lips tightly together, determined not to give him the satisfaction of witnessing her vulnerability. She focused her attention on the task at hand, willing herself to detach from the whirlwind of emotions that threatened to consume her. As she continued cleaning the broken pieces of the plate, a glimmer of determination flickered in her eyes. She refused to let him see how deeply he had wounded her.

“Put it all away.” She heard Draken utter those words.

Just as Kirsty reached for another fragment of the shattered plate, her attention was drawn to a commotion near the entrance of the castle. The sound of hurried footsteps and labored breathing pierced the relative silence of the kitchen. Her gaze shifted to the guard she had seen earlier, the one who had stood watch at the castle's entrance. His disheveled appearance and the desperation etched across his face hinted at something amiss.

“Al-” The man was about to say something but Draken stopped him.

“State it.”

As Kirsty wiped away the remnants of her blood using her own handkerchief, she meticulously erased any traces of her unique ability. She took a moment to compose herself, determined to conceal the truth about her power from those around her.

“I apologize.” The guard's voice quivered as he attempted to apologize, sensing the weight of his mistake in interrupting their interaction.

Draken's piercing gaze never wavered as he commanded the guard to speak his mind. The air grew tense, and Kirsty could feel the weight of their unspoken conversation hanging in the room. It was clear that her mate held a position of authority within the pack, yet she couldn't discern whether it made a difference to Draken. The fear of crossing paths with the Alpha, the one who held the highest power, loomed over her, intensifying the importance of her actions and choices.

“Then?”

“I was informed that you…you went here and some of the guests were already waiting outside for the horseback riding to be held in the ranch-” The guard stammered, relaying the information that guests were waiting outside for a planned horseback riding event at the ranch. Kirsty's heart sank as she realized the implications. The commotion that had unfolded in the kitchen would likely reach the ears of the Alpha, adding another layer of complexity to the already delicate situation. She understood that she lacked the means to gain access to the castle and wondered if her presence would be discovered.

“Tell them I have to postpone for an important errand.” The moment he said those, he looked in the woman’s direction who was wiping the floor because of her own blood.

Draken wouldn't deny the longing he felt for her, and now that he found her, he wouldn't let her go.