His Possessive Luna

Planning An Alliance

The shopping left me very tired. After reaching home, I directly go to my room and prepare a bath for myself. I spend almost an hour in the bath, relaxing.

After the bath, I dress up in a white shirt and denim shorts and go to the living room. I ask Stella, our house help, for a coffee.

I do drink a lot of coffee, but what to do—some things cannot be helped. While sipping my coffee, I hear muffled voices coming from Dad's office, as if someone is arguing.

After a while of muffled shouts and voices, the door opens and Uncle James comes out, followed by my father.

“Good evening, Uncle,” I greet.

“Good evening, young lady. How’s school going?”

“Pretty good,” I replied.

“I heard it’s almost over.”

“Yes, just the last few months.”

“Enjoy the time while it lasts. Then you will have a lot of responsibilities to carry.”

“Okay,” I reply, rather confused about the ‘responsibilities’ thing. Does Uncle know that I want to start my own business? But that’s not before I go to a university, and I’m trying really hard to get into one of the top universities in the world.

Before leaving, Uncle turns to Dad and says, “Think about it. It’ll be good for the Pack and everyone. We need this alliance. And do a double check on the security and all arrangements. The Blood Moon is coming.

Everything must be well organized. We don’t want to make them angry. Try to impress them, okay?”

“Okay. I’ve taken care of all the arrangements. And it’s better you find something else for the alliance.

I will never agree to it, and this alliance is not as important as you’re putting it,” answers Dad.

“What alliance? And with whom?”

Dad ignores me and just says, “Pack business.”

“Good for the Pack, but you’re actually sacrificing your business. When was the last time you went to your office? The Pack is not your responsibility, it’s his. Let him do his job, and if he can’t, then he should leave the post for someone who can.”

I can sense Dad is not happy about me talking about Uncle James like that. But it always makes me angry when he never does his job and Dad has to look after everything.

“Focus on your studies if you want to go to Harvard. And tell your mom I won’t be able to come for dinner. I’ve got some work to do and a meeting, okay?”

“Okay. Hopefully, it’s something related to you and not to the Pack.”

“We’re part of the Pack and nothing without it. Understand this, love. Your Pack is your family and your everything. You cannot survive without it.”

“Humans don’t have Packs and they’re surviving just fine. I think this Pack thing is really old school. Who needs an Alpha and Pack alliances?

Everyone can survive on their own. I wish I was a human without an Alpha and all this hierarchy. It seems quite unfair to respect and submit to someone just because of who they were born to.”

“Not again with your equality speech. I’m getting late. See you later. And remember—for a werewolf, the Pack is everything.”

“OKAY, got it.

And Dad, one more thing—why is everyone so obsessed with the Blood Moon, and why does Uncle want so badly to impress them?”

“It’s good for the Pack, love.”

“Oh yes, the Pack. How can I forget? Everything is about the Pack. But I’m really not liking the idea of why we’re so adamant on impressing the Blood Moon. Their Alpha might be the unofficial king of werewolves and their Pack the most powerful and largest.

But logically thinking, they won’t harm us just for the sake of harming someone. That would be too sadist.

They live on the other side of the world and have all the resources and businesses they need. They have no apparent reason for harming us. If they attack and take over our territory, it’s so far away that it’ll be harder to hold onto. And we don’t have any natural resources they can plunder.

It’s just the natural beauty that we have, and our Pack members are not that rich. If they want to take over businesses, except for Dad, no one in our Pack is a billionaire—and the Blood Moon has more than a dozen billionaires.

So it’s too much to risk for a Pack who has an ancient name and a lot of wolves, but nothing else. But still, you can never predict what others want.”

After dinner, Dad arrives and he takes Mom to his office to talk about something. Again, I hear muffled shouts and voices. I want to go and look inside, but it sounds like a bad idea, so I just wait.

The door opens and Mom comes out. “I’ll never let anyone take her life’s decision for the sake of the Pack!” shouts Mom.

“It’s her choice to make, not ours,” Mom continues, definitely teary-eyed. Dad seems sad and guilty too, but is silent.

“She is my daughter, and she will do whatever she wants to do. I’m not sacrificing my daughter for the sake of the Pack and neither should you. You’re not the Alpha—it’s not your business. And this alliance is not a much-needed one,” says Mom, and leaves to her room.

I look towards Dad. He seems really exhausted and guilty. “What’s going on?

Are you making me a part of your deal? You promised me that you will always stand beside me and support me. How can you force me into an alliance? How, Dad? I can’t believe you.” I’m definitely crying at this moment and leave for my room.

I feel my world broken into tiny pieces. So many dreams, all shattered in one day. How can my own father do this to me? He can’t. He never will. When he was talking to Uncle, he said he would never agree to this, right?

So if he will not agree, then why is he discussing this with Mom now? I’m sure something happened in his meeting—that’s why he changed his mind. I can’t help the tear that flows down my cheek. I’ve never felt so desperate and helpless in my life.

All my life I knew—no matter what happens—my parents will be on my side, supporting me. And here I am, sitting on the floor of my bedroom with my back to my door, crying out my heart.

Because I know it’s all over. My dreams, my life—everything. Everything is over. If Dad was talking to Mom about it, then it’s definitely over. It’s a done deal then.

At the start of the day, I was an independent she-wolf who had nothing to worry about, and at the end, I’ve become just a part of a Pack deal.

My alarm goes off, and I haven’t slept a minute yet. I drag myself to the washroom to take a shower—that will help a little bit. I wear my black shirt with black denim jeans and leave for school. But before I could go out of the house, my mom calls and begs me to have breakfast.

Seriously! After last night, they expect me to eat? My brothers are fighting as usual, not giving a s**t about what’s happening around them.

No one talks until we’re finished. To say the truth, none of us ate anything. My brothers leave for their school and Mom starts talking, “We thought about it last night. It’s for your good. You know we will never make a decision that’ll make you sad.”

Really? Then stop making this one, I thought.

“Your father had a meeting with the elders of the Pack yesterday, and they said it’s highly unlikely that you’ll shift. And if you don’t shift on your 18th birthday, then no one will accept you as their mate and…” (she takes a break) “…you might become an outcast,” Mom says with a sigh.

I’m about to lose my mind, but I try to remain composed. I’m their firstborn. If it wasn’t for my shifting, I would have been a potential successor. Uncle James is childless, so Dad’s firstborn was supposed to take over the Alpha position.

I was trained to be an Alpha, but after my 16th birthday when I failed to shift, they shifted their focus on my brothers. I’m fine with not inheriting the Pack—I really never wanted it—but now making me a part of a Pack alliance is really terrible.

How can they take the most important decision of my life without consulting me, without asking me?

I know it’s common in our Pack, but I’m not an ordinary wolf. I’m a f*****g Alpha, and I cannot submit—even if I want to. It’s against my nature.

“And what if I don’t shift ever, which you said is most likely, what then? Will my chosen mate then reject and outcast me?”

“No, he won’t do anything like that. We’ve informed them about everything and they are okay with it. Actually, they proposed the alliance in the first place,” answers my Dad.

“You will be a Luna even if you can’t shift. Think about it open-mindedly,” says my mom, with eyes full of hope.

“So which Pack are we making the alliance with, and who is my chosen mate?” I say.

“Alpha Gabriel Axe of the Bluemoon Pack,” answers Dad.

The Bluemoon Pack! Seriously? The third most powerful Pack in the world and also in another continent?

I can’t believe my parents are gonna send me that far away. And Gabriel? He is a monster. Everyone knows how he fights and kills. He is a beast, to say the least.

I just roll my eyes at my parents and leave for school.

Wow! That’s one hell of an alliance Uncle James pulled off. Good for him and good for the Pack—because with them on our side, no one will think of ever attacking us. Except the Blood Moon and Gold Moon Pack. The top two, as they are called.