Alpha's Runaway Luna

An hour of Woes

Damien did not speak to me or touch me the rest of class. When the lights turned on. I did not notice him at all in the room. He had completely left early. I heard someone comment that he had snuck up front and told the teacher he was not feeling well during the movie and has not come back to class. I did not dare look at Whitney. I could already feel her rageful glare. I could almost hear her mental voice screaming profanities at me. I chose to ignore her as the movie concluded and I walked away from the classroom.

The crowded hallway felt almost like a blur as I ended my day and walked away from the schoolyard. As I walked into the parking lot. I felt a stab in my chest as my memory hit me. Damien had driven me to school, and his car was no longer in the parking lot. I felt ice cold as I realized my actions hurt him deeply, deep enough that he abandoned me at school. For the first time in what feels like an eternity, I was forced with the unbearable act of walking home from school. I have not been compelled to do this since I was in fifth grade and my father forgot to pick me up.

As I walked the five blocks of empty streets towards my house, I felt my body shiver like my bones had turned ice cold. Did I really unconsciously reject him? Did I really hurt him that much? Why could he not see from my perspective? A small voice inside of me is also cursing me out. My mind fills with all the images from recently. All the memories of his love and care. The night of the party, the days in the hospital. His love, his thoughtfulness. All this time, I thought he was just being a good friend. I know that he had claimed me as his however, I thought it was just playful banter. I figured it was just claiming me as a girlfriend briefly. We’re still so young, we’re too young to become “Alpha and Luna” as if I would actually want that. Maybe someday but not now. How do I even know if he is my true mate? As he said, I do not even have my wolf yet. What if he is not my mate? There are too many “what ifs.”

When I reach my house, I feel like I am dying inside. I feel the shame of my juvenile and reckless behavior. I still feel like a part of my soul is calling out to him. I try to mind link him and I feel more burned down when I feel completely blocked out. My pack have the ability to mentally speak to each other even without a wolf. It is said that thousands of years ago our pack originated from a royal line that was ended. That line along with the pack were blessed by the moon goddess were blessed with the gift of telepathy for everyone. This was done for everyone including those who are wolfless so everyone would be connected in case of danger.

I try again to connect with him, and I feel a sense of loss when again I feel blocked out. I walk into my house feeling an ache and emptiness in my heart. My soul is feeling lonely with the separation from Damien. I do not understand where these morose feelings are coming from.

I sadly shrug my shoulders, feeling depressed cause I feel so far away from him.

I walk into the door of my house. I see my father passed out on the couch with bottles of beer and a bottle of vodka lying in front of him. If I had known it was going to be one of those days with him, I would have never come home and gone to a friends house. I quietly shut the door and walk upstairs to my room. It looks like I am going to be cooking dinner for myself. If he wants to eat, he can have whatever is left over when he wakes up. God, I hate my life when I am at home! I would love to go live with my grandmother in the white mist pack, I know he would never allow it.

After spending some time doing my homework, I headed downstairs to cook dinner.

I decide to cook a meatloaf, time slips by while I am cooking. I love to cook it is like an oasis to me. As I am blending everything together, and I put it in the pan to be cooked, I feel a presence behind me. The smell of alcohol is strong, and I know it is my father. I feel him standing in back of me. I try not to be tense. I have no idea what his mood is. It could go from calm to raging if I react wrong.

I feel him begin to caress my backside around my stomach. I keep a poker face, so I do not barf.

“you cooking meatloaf sweetie?” he says in a soft voice

“I was in the mood for it. Is that alright?” I ask

“You know it’s my favorite just like you, it reminds me of your mother, like you do” he says as he keeps caressing my stomach. I feel his lips on my neck.

“Dad? What are you doing if I can ask?” I say in a polite voice

“Showing love to my daughter, the way I always should” he says while starting to pull me close

“Dad, do you want to go sit down and I will let you know when this is done?”

“I would rather spend some time with you” he says as he tries to back me away from the kitchen. I know where this is going, and he has never taken it this far. I am mortified.

“Dad, I have homework.”

“Do it later!” he says with a lustful growl.

“NO!” I yell at him as I fight myself away from him.

“Do not deny me, you little slut! I know what you do at those parties, I know where you go! I know what you do! While I sit here alone waiting for you!”

“I am not Mom! This is wrong! If you want to f**k someone find a second mate! I yell at him”

“What did you say?’ he growls. Suddenly before I could react he hits me hard and fly across the couch. I fall to the floor feeling like I am about to pass out as I feel myself being dragged out of the room.

“Your mother died, as you know that! I need someone to satisfy me, and besides I am only preparing you for your going away trip” he says in lust. I revive and scramble away from him. I have no idea what he means!

“What are you talking about?”

“Face it Kayla, we’re shithole people, I have not been myself since your mother left us. We’ll never go anywhere in this pack that is why we need to embrace being the dregs of society that we are, and you my daughter need to put those sensual skills of yours to use rather than with stupid little boys.” He says with a sick grin. Thank you for dinner, they’ll treat you well where you’re going.

“Daddy?” I say as I start backing towards the door preparing to leave. I am struck with fear at his words. I suddenly see someone from behind me open our house door and toss him money. I turn to look at the scariest man I have seen. I have heard of him “Carter Stonehill” He’s an evil son of a b***h who owns a well-known topless night club. Werewolves, and vampires frequent his establishment for drink and s****l desire. I start to scream as he grabs me. I cannot believe my own father did this to me!

I fight him with everything in me. I managed to break away. I run from the house screaming, and I try to call out to Damien who is still mentally ignoring me. As I begin to run across the street, I feel something, or someone hit me hard in the face and I fall to the ground as blackness consumes me.