His Luna

Mated to nothing

“Mate…”

Draken's mind swirled with a mix of confusion, curiosity, and an undeniable pull toward the woman before him. The word "mate" echoed in his ears, stirring something deep within him that he hadn't experienced before. He released his grip on her neck, a combination of bewilderment and a newfound sense of vulnerability washing over him.

"What are you talking about?" Draken's voice trembled with uncertainty, his eyes locked on the woman as he struggled to make sense of the emotions surging through him. He had always been a solitary figure, keeping his distance from deep connections and attachments. But now, the instinctual yearning of his inner wolf urged him to explore the potential bond forming between them. It was the first time that Draken felt that way, being connected to a person that he hasn’t done before, more than the connection that he had with his parents back when they were still alive.

This kind of connection enticed him to just held the woman in his arms, but instead, he pinned her against the wall and choke her. Making the woman fight for air.

Draken noticed that the woman was wearing a ring, making her a member of the pack, but it was for the lowly members of the pack. Kirsty closed her eyes as he continued to choke her but enough for her to breathe.

She was having an inner battle with her inner wolf as it cried for her help, begging her to be with someone it called mate. And Kirsty was afraid of it. Even if she felt an immense amount of longing and emotions for the person, the thought of rejection frightened her, because she knew how it makes a person devastated when they’re rejected by their mate. And looking at her situation, the man won’t just believe what she just uttered. She knew that the person also felt the same thing, but he was able to control himself from giving up on the emotions that he had inside.

At that moment, Kirsty found herself drawn to the man's rugged features and the intensity within his eyes. There was an undeniable connection, a magnetic pull that seemed to transcend the boundaries of their conversation. It was as if the air around them had grown charged with an unspoken tension, a silent understanding that there was something more between them than mere curiosity.

As she gazed into those deep gray eyes, Kirsty felt a swirl of emotions coursing through her. There was desire, yes, a raw and primal attraction that stirred within her core. But there was also something deeper—an inexplicable familiarity as if she had known this man on a soulful level long before their paths had crossed.

"Mate..." Kirsty whispered once more, her voice barely audible as the weight of the word settled between them. It seemed that her utterance had an effect on the man before her, as if it jolted him back to the present moment, causing him to release his grip on her neck and step back.

In that moment, time seemed to stand still. Their eyes locked, creating an unbreakable connection that spoke volumes in silence. It was as if they were communicating in a language beyond words, a shared understanding that transcended the confines of their current surroundings.

"You are wrong," he declared, his voice filled with a mix of determination and restraint. It was clear that his words weren't a rejection, but rather a reflection of his internal struggle. Draken knew all too well the power and significance of the mate bond, and he couldn't deny the undeniable connection he felt with Kirsty. However, he also recognized the complexity of their situation and the need for caution.

Draken's inner battle was evident in his eyes, the conflicting emotions swirling within their depths. He yearned to fully embrace the connection they shared, to succumb to the desires that pulsed through his veins. Yet, he also understood the weight of their circumstances, the dangers, and uncertainties that lay ahead.

“I…I am sorry.” Kirsty didn’t know what to do, and she just lowered her head and avoided his cold gaze towards her. She saw his weakness, the time she looked into his deep gray eyes. He’s afraid of losing the people he loves the most, and he is afraid of getting rejected.

Kirsty could feel the conflicting emotions swirling within her as she grappled with the desire to seek comfort in the man's arms. Her inner wolf, ever persistent, yearned for the connection and bond that could only come from being with her true mate. The instinctual pull was strong, and it tugged at her heartstrings, whispering promises of warmth, protection, and belonging.

However, alongside that yearning was a deep-rooted fear of rejection, a fear that had been instilled in her through the stories and gossip she had heard from others in the warehouse. The thought of putting herself out there, opening her heart to the possibility of rejection, was a daunting prospect. She had seen the pain it caused, the shattered dreams and wounded spirits of those who had dared to hope, only to face disappointment.

"Who are you?" the man demanded, his demeanor shifting into a defensive stance as he took a step backward, his arms crossed over his bulging chest. His imposing presence filled the space around them, emanating an air of authority and strength.

Kirsty felt her heart race, her breaths coming in quick succession as she tried to steady herself. The intensity of the man's gaze made her acutely aware of her own vulnerability, but she knew she had to respond, to assert her own presence in this encounter.

"I...I am Kirsty," she managed to utter, her voice slightly trembling. The sound of her own name felt foreign on her lips in the face of the man's commanding presence. It was as if his very aura demanded respect and obedience.

Draken was skeptical about her. It was the first time that he saw someone cleaning the ranch, and the woman was unfamiliar to him. But he felt a connection with her, something that he hadn’t been able to experience aside from the connection that he had with his parents.

"What are you doing here?" Draken's voice held a note of caution and suspicion as he confronted the woman who stood before him. His instincts told him that something was amiss in the vicinity, prompting him to carefully scan the surroundings before turning his attention back to the stranger who had caught his attention.

“I am tasked to clean the place.” She thought that the man would be kind to her, but all she ever gets was the disgusts in his looks and the arrogance that he showed.

Draken's brows furrowed, his expression hardened by disbelief. "I never told anyone to clean the place," he retorted, his voice laced with a touch of annoyance. He couldn't understand why this woman had taken it upon herself to engage in such an activity without his consent or prior knowledge. He checked the inside of the room where the vests and other necessary materials for c***k were located.

Kirsty was surprised to hear this from him. It was the beta who told her to do so. She thought that the man may be a high-ranking individual in the pack based on what he declared earlier.

"Who ordered you to go inside the room?" he demanded, his voice filled with an air of authority that made her startle. She felt a jolt of anxiety, unsure how to respond to his aggressive questioning.

"Uhm...no one," she stammered, trying to regain her composure. It was evident that her answer didn't satisfy him, as his frustration grew palpable.

"Then why did you go inside if no one has ordered you?!" he pressed further, his voice rising in volume. The intensity of the situation began to weigh on her, but she refused to succumb to fear. She needed to stay strong and maintain her resolve.

"I...I was checking for the food of the white horse," she explained, her voice steady despite the growing tension in the room. She hoped her answer would appease him, provide a logical reason for her actions, and diffuse the escalating confrontation.

His gaze bore into her, studying her with suspicion. She could feel the fast-paced rhythm of her heart, but she remained steadfast, refusing to let fear overtake her. She couldn't afford to show weakness or doubt. Instead, she met his gaze with unwavering determination, determined to stand her ground.

"Are you a spy?" he suddenly accused, his words hanging in the air like a sharp blade. The accusation caught her off guard, and her mind raced to make sense of the situation. Why would he think such a thing? What had she done to provoke his suspicion?

"What are you talking about?" she retorted, her voice tinged with a mix of confusion and frustration. She sought to defend herself, to assert her innocence in the face of his unfounded accusation. There was no truth to his claim, and she was determined to make that clear.

The room fell silent, tension hanging thick in the air. The man's gaze bore into her, searching for any signs of deception. Kirsty maintained her poise, refusing to allow doubt to cloud her mind. She knew who she was, and she knew her intentions were pure.

"What makes you think that it was located inside the room? When the room was closed," Draken inquired, his tone laced with a hint of skepticism. His mind was sharp, always questioning and analyzing the information presented to him. He sought clarity and sought to understand the basis for her claim.

Draken maintained a vigilant gaze, his eyes locked on the woman standing before him. He had learned over the years to trust his instincts and remain cautious, especially when dealing with unfamiliar individuals. As she spoke, he couldn't help but scrutinize her physique, searching for any signs of weakness or hidden intentions.

“I don’t know…I just check it.” It was a fact for her.

"Who ordered you to clean the ranch?" he demanded, his voice filled with a mix of anger and urgency. Kirsty hesitated for a moment, unsure of whether she should reveal the name of the person responsible. The man standing in front of her seemed deeply affected by the situation, and she could sense the turmoil in his emotions.

“Someone from the pack…” She didn’t know if she would say the name of the beta or would just settle to hide his name, knowing that the man in front of him was in the depths of his emotions.

His eyes narrowed, his impatience evident. He demanded, "Give me the name."

“I- “

“Now!” He shouted. His voice echoed in the place, causing c***k to neigh, and started to move inside his cage.

Kirsty hesitated once more, considering the consequences of her words. Would revealing the name of the beta only escalate the situation further? Would it bring more harm than good? But she also knew that truth and transparency were essential, especially in a moment like this.

Taking a deep breath, she gathered her courage and finally replied, "It... It was the beta of the pack."

Kirsty felt a sudden rush of emotions that made her lean on the wall to find support.

“Ah, Sam.”

She was surprised. The man knew Sam.

“Yes…it was him,” Sam instructed her to just clean the ranch and not to touch the horse inside the place for her own good, but her curiosity surpassed her self-control.

“Do not lay your hand to c***k again, the moment I know you do it again, I won’t think twice about killing you.” He was serious about what he said. c***k was important to him, the moment someone endangers his horse, he won’t think twice about ending their lives.

"I...apologize," Kirsty murmured softly, her voice barely audible. Her gaze remained fixed on the ground, her eyes tracing patterns in the dirt as her thoughts swirled in her mind. The encounter with the man had caught her off guard, and the weight of her mistake hung heavy upon her.

“Continue with what you are doing.” He said and he held the leash of c***k, and both get out of the place, leaving Kirsty to fight for the air.

“My mate…” Her inner wolf cried out in pain.

"How are we sure that the man is our mate?" she mused, her voice filled with a mix of skepticism and yearning. "He didn't show us gentleness, love, and affection. Shouldn't those be the qualities we seek in a mate?"

Her inner wolf, with unwavering conviction, responded, "He's our mate, Kirsty. The pull, the connection we feel—it's undeniable. Our souls recognize him."

As Kirsty meticulously cleaned the area, she couldn't help but feel a whirlwind of emotions swirling within her. The encounter with the man she believed could potentially be her mate had left her confused and uncertain. The connection she felt in his presence lingered in her thoughts, tugging at her heartstrings, and yet she couldn't ignore the doubts that also surfaced. She didn’t know what to do after, so she waited for the beta to come back to the place, and for the person to tell her about what she would do next.