SCORNED LUNA

CHAPTER TWO: HAZY DREAMS

Sasha stirred awake, her eyes fluttering open.

The first thing she registered was that her back was in less pain than the morning. The second was that she was in a strange room with really high ceilings. The third was that there was a powerful presence in the room.

She raised her head up from the pillow that smelled strongly of pine and citrus. Groaning softly, she rubbed her neck where that man had hit her to knock her out.

That's right, she suddenly remembered. Leon had given her away to....

"You're finally awake." A deep rich voice spoke.

Sasha gasped feeling the wave of power that hit her with his voice. She slowly sat up in the bed that felt ten times more comfortable than her bed back home. She heard his footsteps come up to her.

"I expect you to look at me whenever I speak to you." The man said smoothly, a slight annoyance in his tone.

"I'm sorry," Sasha whispered. "I..."

"Turn around."

She flinched from his tone. She didn't even know him and he already sounded tired of her. She turned her head and instantly met his eyes.

He looked annoyed. But he was a very handsome man.

Sasha turned her body to face him fully, pulling the covers over her naked upper body. She suddenly felt very self conscious as he stared at her. His eyes were a captivating dark green with flecks of gold in them. His hair was long, flowing down to his waist in a river of pure black ink. His face was well chiseled, his nose straight and sharp, his jawline perfect as if cut from marble by the hands of God.

And his mouth....

His lips were full and looked inviting. Her eyes trailed down his powerful neck and down his body. He was shirtless, dressed in only sweatpants that hung low on his waist leaving very little to her imagination. His body looked powerful and well trained.

Sasha blushed and averted her gaze back to his eyes. If he had noticed her shamelessly checking him out, he didn't make mention of it. He still looked annoyed. A strand of hair fell over his shoulder. He pushed it behind his ear, the muscles of his arm flexing.

Sasha's breath hitched in her throat. He was so perfect. His aura was the most intense she had ever felt. This man was powerful, no doubt about it. Extremely so.

Something else was tugging in her heart aside her acknowledgment of his ungodly beauty.

It was very unmistakable. She could feel it, so intense she could almost SEE it.

"You look well rested." The man commented dryly. "Well that should be expected considering you've been asleep for three days."

"What?!" Sasha exclaimed. "Three days?!"

"I can hear you without your shouting."

"Sorry," She said, covering her mouth with her hands. "I didn't expect that I would sleep for so long."

"What is your name?" He asked immediately.

"Sasha. I'm Sasha Donovan."

He raised a dark brow. "Not Laurent?"

She shook her head almost sadly. "Donovan, sir." She added the last word on a whim, his eyes widened a bit at it.

"Don't you ever call me sir." He said. "You are to address me as Master or Alpha, never sir. Is that clear, Sasha?"

Her belly fluttered when he said her name. She bit her lip, his scolding having an effect on her that she didn't expect. "Yes, Alpha...."

There was a shift in his eyes. Maybe he was pleased? There was no way for her to know.

The pull kept getting stronger and stronger. She gripped the sheets tighter.

"You'll be staying here for the rest of your days." Keith said. "You're body isn't in a good shape yet, I guess I'll have to wait...." He said the last part to himself.

"Wait for what?"

"Take a shower, your clothes are in the closet. Come down for dinner in thirty minutes."

Sasha nodded. He tilted his head, waiting for something else. "Yes, Alpha." She said calmly.

He turned. Through the dark curtain of his hair she could see the tattoo that spanned across his back. It looked like Cerberus. She wanted to trace the pattern with her finger tips.

Her face went bright red and she hid it in the covers, controlling the squeal that threatened to escape her lips.

Keith Lockwood, the fearsome Alpha of Winter Stone pack, was without a doubt...

"My Mate...." Sasha whispered to herself.

***

She got out of the bed and headed to the bathroom connected to the room. She took a moment to familiarize herself with the room. It was big, bigger than any room back home. the furniture was tastefully in tones of white, gold and black. The bathroom was massive and entirely different form what she was used to.

She took a shower, grateful that there was an expanse of toiletries to choose from. She washed her hair with a shampoo that smelled of pine and lemons. She inhaled a lungful of the scent, guessing that it must belong to Keith. The hot water felt soothing on her back, and it felt like her injuries were mostly healed.

It made her smile, that her mate had cared about her enough to take care of her injuries and ensure she was strong enough.

She finished her shower, feeling a lot better and refreshed. When Keith had said 'closet', She wasn't expecting a massive walk in closet that looked like it was straight out a magazine.

Her eyes widened in awe as she took in the beauty of the closet. Her mate's scent hung in the air, bringing a smile to her face and a pink blush to her cheeks.

She took a pair underwear, jeans and t shirt from a section of the closet that had her clothes. As she put on the clothes, it occured to her that these weren't clothes she previously owned.

"He must have bought these for me...." She muttered to herself, running her hands through the clothes. "He must be so kind..."

She got dressed and did her hair in a simple braid. She caught her refelction in a mirror. She concluded she didn't look good. Her eyes, once full of life were dull. Her hair had lost its shine. Her skin was pale from lack of sunlight. Her lips looked like they could use moisturizer.

Her heart fell. She didn't want her mate to have to look at her like this. But she couldn't do anything about her appearance.

She left the room. Stepping into the hallway felt weird and she instantly wanted to go back to the cozy room. She inhaled deeply and walked, using her sense of smell to track him. Her nose led her to a dinning hall. She walked in and instantly all heads turned to her.

She easily spotted Keith. He had tied his hair back into a low ponytail. He was dressed casually and turned away sharply. There were two other people in the hall, a man and a woman. The man she recognized as the one who dragged her away from her home. She gave him a dirty look but he had already turned away.

"Is this her?" The woman asked.

"Yes." Keith replied.

The woman smiled brightly at Sasha. "Come, sit beside me!"

Sasha nodded and took a seat beside her. The woman was beautiful, with dark hair and light brown hair. She had a pleasant aura.

"My name is Piper, this is my mate Kenny. And you are?"

"Sasha."

"That's a lovely name."

"Can we eat already?" Kenny said in annoyance.

"I'm not stopping you." Piper clapped back at him.

Sasha looked at Keith seated opposite them, he was eating without sparing her a glance. She inhaled and said "thank you, Alpha for the clothes, and other things as well. They're really lovely."

Keith ignored her.

"Oh, honey," Piper said, making Sasha turn to her. She had a sad smile on her face. "That was me, I got the stuff for you."

Sasha wished the ground would open up and swallow her there and then. Her face went bright red with embarrassment.

"T-thank you..." She said to Piper and quickly averted her eyes to the plate in front of her.

"That's fine!" Piper chirped. She clapped her hands and a chef appeared and stood behind them. "What would you like to eat?"

"Anything."

"Okay! Get her what we're having."

Sasha watched her plate as it filled with food. Steak, corn on the cob, Vegetables, mashed potatoes, gravy. She lost her appetite, staring at the delicious looking food.

"You need to eat a lot." Piper was saying. "The healer said you'remalnourished. You also need to be healthy to be able to...."

"Piper," Kenny said sharply.

"Oops," Piper giggled. "Spoke too much there."

The rest of the dinner went on in silence. Sasha ate her food slowly, it was delicious but she just didn't feel hungry again.

Keith never spoke a word to her, or so much as glanced at her.

She felt her heart sinking in sadness