THE ALPHA REINCARNATED LUNA

14|Trouble magnet

"Stupid, stupid, stupid," Dorothy muttered, smacking her forehead with every word as she stomped out of the garden. Her wolf, Alya, was babbling nonstop in her head, and Dorothy was ready to dig a hole and scream into it.

"Did you see how hot our mate was?" Alya sighed dreamily, clearly unbothered by the catastrophe they just escaped. "And his wolf, Damien, oh goddess! He’s such a sweetheart. I just know we’d have the best run through the woods together. Imagine us running together in the woods, under the moonlight!"

“Romance?!” Dorothy cut her off, throwing her hands in the air. “Did you miss the part where he basically told us to jump off a cliff and save him the trouble?”

Alya scoffed. "He didn’t exactly say that. He’s just being a grumpy alpha. You know how they are—cold on the outside, warm and gooey on the inside."

Dorothy snorted so hard she nearly tripped over a rock. “Gooey? Woman, the only thing warm about him is probably the fire he’ll throw me into if I so much as appeared in front of him again.”

Alya huffed. "You're exaggerating. He didn’t mean it—"

“Oh, really?” Dorothy stopped in her tracks and crossed her arms. “Let me quote the love poem he said to me: ‘If you want to keep breathing, don’t ever show yourself to me again.’ Doesn’t that just scream soulmates?”

Alya was silent for a moment before mumbling, "Maybe he’s shy and he's secretly a charmer once you get to know him "

“Right. Such a charmer. She could just imagine herself strolling back up to him now, wide-eyed and smiling. “Hi! Just wanted to check if those death threats were real, or were you flirting? No? Cool. Mind if we go for that romantic run through the woods? Oh, you’re throwing me into the woods instead? Great, great. Totally what I meant!”

Dorothy groaned, shaking her head as Alya continued to babble. At this point, her wolf’s delusions were more dangerous than their mate's threats. Maybe if she hit her head hard enough, it would knock some sense into both of them.

"Are you talking to yourself right now?"

The low, captivating voice stopped Dorothy dead in her tracks. She screamed, jumping like a startled cat, and spun around wildly. Her eyes widened as panic settled in.

“Who’s there?” she demanded, whipping her head left, then right, searching frantically for the source.

But there was no one there.

Great, she thought, her heart racing. Now I’m hearing voices. Stress-induced hallucinations. Perfect.

“Alya, did you hear that, or am I officially losing it?” she asked, desperate for reassurance.

Before Alya could reply, the voice cut in again, this time with a soft chuckle.

“I’m right here. Look up.”

Dorothy froze, her confusion deepening. Slowly, she tilted her head back, squinting at the sky.

Dorothy blinked in confusion, her brain struggling to catch up, before reluctantly tilting her head back. Her jaw dropped.

There, perched lazily on a tree branch, was a man so breathtakingly beautiful he could have stepped straight out of a fairytale. Dressed in white, he lounged casually, one leg propped up and swinging idly as if he had all the time in the world. The wind teased his long golden hair, sending soft petals swirling around him, framing him like a living masterpiece.

If Ace was the dark knight drenched in blood, Killian was the prince charming of every storybook ever written—a savior of damsels, the kind of man who made women swoon and dream of love at first sight.

But Dorothy?

Her eyes narrowed into an icy glare, sharp enough to cut through steel.

“You!” she hissed, her voice dripping with venom.

Dorothy wanted to grab Killian by his golden hair and yank him off that tree. If this particular bastard hadn’t snooped around and discovered her secret—only to decide she was breeder material—she wouldn’t have been forced into this mess. And she certainly wouldn’t have met the mate who now wanted to kill her.

Killian blinked in surprise as he caught sight of her glare. He’d expected many reactions—perhaps her running into his arms, grateful that he’d come all this way, or maybe even being struck speechless by his unparalleled beauty.

But murder?

The look in her eyes was as sharp as a dagger. He swore she’d set him on fire if she could.

“This is all your fault!” Dorothy snapped, jabbing a finger in his direction. She didn’t even know where the courage came from, but the need to blame someone, anyone, burned inside her, and that someone was standing right in front of her, looking like a damn painting.

“My fault?” Killian arched a golden brow, leaping gracefully from the tree. He landed on the ground, his clothes untouched by even a speck of dust. “What did I do?”

His confusion was genuine, but Dorothy’s anger flared even brighter.

He didn’t even remember.

“Y-you—!” She sputtered, struggling to articulate her rage. “Ah, whatever!” She threw her hands in the air, her head tipping back in defeat. How could she even explain?

‘Why did you meddle with my life and lead me to a homicidal mate?’ That would sound insane so she simply glared at him before walking off trying to find her way back inside the Mansion.

But before Dorothy could pull away, Killian grabbed her hand and pulled her toward him. She hissed as her head collided with his chest, which, frankly, felt like a brick wall. The moment was supposed to be romantic, but it certainly wasn’t as Dorothy lifted her head to glare at him.

“What are you doing?” she snapped, rubbing her throbbing head in pain.

Killian’s smirk only grew wider as he observed her fiery attitude. Normally, women would swoon at his charm and flock to him like moths to a flame, but this one? She was a whole different breed of cat.

“I’m here to take you back with me,” he said, as though offering her the most generous favor in the world. “I’ll speak to the Alpha King, and try to get his permission for you to come along.” He grinned brightly, like he was doing her a massive service.

Dorothy’s frown deepened.

What made him think she would want to go with him? Hell, she’d rather run off and live alone on some deserted island than be anywhere near this trouble magnet. This guy practically screamed ‘bad idea.’

She opened her mouth to respond, but before she could say a word, a deep, rumbling voice froze her in her tracks.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

Ace’s narrowed gaze sliced through the air like a knife as he stared at Dorothy, who was currently in the arms of another man, his eyes filled with possessive fire without him, himself realizing it.

Yep. Trouble magnet, indeed.