His Abused Mute Luna

Chapter Twelve

"I haven't been able to spend much time with you, so what do you say I stay with you the rest of the night? We can do whatever you want, beautiful," he suggested and excitement snaked around my heart, making me nod and step away from him.

I made sure he was watching before pointing at him and using my hands to make wolf ears, smiling widely until he scrunched his eyebrows with a smile of his own. This made me begin to frown, telling me he didn't understand, and that's when I started to grow frustrated with myself for being mute.

"Don't frown, it's okay. I can get you a notebook and a pencil," he rushed out, leading me to the bed then digging through the nightstand. I allowed my eyes to wander his stature with interest, following the curves in his muscles all the way up into the sleeve of his shirt.

The visible strength he had didn't frighten me near as much, yet I still had a cold feeling that he would eventually turn against me and no longer use those muscles to protect, but to hurt. I feel guilty for even thinking that.

"Here," he handed me what he promised and I took it with a nod in thanks, scooting to the middle of the bed and tapping the area in front of me. This he understood, taking a seat after removing his shoes and looking at me as if he was patiently awaiting his next order.

Are you really a werewolf :D

I showed the notebook to him and he widened his eyes, laughing forcefully, "uh, I—what makes you ask such a strange question?"

The doctor called you alpha. My father taught me only werewolves speak to each other that way. It's okay if you are. I won't hate you if you aren't normal. I promise :)

I showed him and he started to smile, "you already knew... I guess that's a bit relieving..." he trailed off, his smile growing and he slowly took the materials from my hands, setting them onto the far corner of the bed, "but you want to know what he might've forgotten to mention?"

I titled my head and he suddenly restrained my arms, pulling me on top of him and I felt a jolt of fear tighten my body, however, it faded into the warmth I love after realizing he wasn't trying to hurt me.

"We are very territorial," he smirked, flipping us to our sides and pressing his forehead to mine all while keeping a firm, yet gentle, hold on my wrists, "and do you know what happens to trespassers?"

I shook my head, never prying my eyes away from his as I waited for him to answer. Out of nowhere, he moved his hands to my ribs and started tapping his fingers rapidly into me, "they get attacked!"

I flopped around laughing so hard I could barely catch my breath, not understanding what he was doing. Regardless, I loved how good it's making me feel.

"But," he came to an abrupt stop, allowing me to recollect myself from laughing and I looked at him, my smile still lingering from his so-called attack. My heart skipped a few beats in anticipation of what he will do next, though something told me it wasn't going to be bad, and I decided to put my complete trust in it.

"Sometimes we are intrigued by the trespasser and want no harm to come to them," he added, a look of seriousness found his features and my smile faded away. His hand slowly raised to my face and I closed my eyes, feeling the warm roughness of his palm touch my cheek. I found them incredibly comforting despite the immense pain they could effortlessly inflict.

"We call them mates," he finalized, sounding held back as though he wasn't sure he could, or should, say that. I reopened my eyes to look at him, my smile returning and I pointed back and forth at us.

He must've known my question because he nodded, his charming smile also returning which caused an explosion of tingles to flow through every vein in my body.

We're soulmates!

I knew they were real. My mother was wrong, it wasn't false hope!

I feel so energetic and smiley, and it's all because of him. It definitely lines up. He makes me feel wanted and cared for, like I actually matter. I haven't felt this way since before my father left, even then I didn't feel this amazing.

My body became overwhelmed in uncontrollable shakes and a giddy feeling clouded me with the sudden rush of excitement. I grinned widely and threw myself on him, forcing him onto his back.

He grunted, a low chuckle followed and he wrapped his arms around me, pinning me to his body. My chin pressed into his chest and I stared up at him, feeling flutters in my stomach seeing him look down at me with a grin. I scrunched my nose up at the tiniest, newly formed double chin preventing his chiseled jaw from hitting his collar, though I noticed it made me much more attracted to him.

"You're so strange," he chuckled, his eyes roaming my face, "I love it."

His compliment gave me another rush of giddiness and I squiggled my body to pull myself higher on his chest, making his arms slide down to my lower back before he applied more pressure to stop me. I rested my cheek over his collar, accepting my defeat and growing tired until a knock hit the door.

I jumped then turned my face into his shirt, feeling all the warmth drain out of me and get replaced with a familiar ice of fear. The door then opened.

"Here are the items you requested."

His chest vibrated with a deep, annoyed noise and I squirmed with a laugh, "just set them down and leave," he replied, not a minute later the other man shut the door after making a bunch of noises.

I curiously turned my head, spotting a bunch of items sitting on the dresser and bags sitting on the floor.

"That's all for you," he somehow read my thoughts and I wiggled free of his grasp, running over to investigate with caution.

He got a lot of things...

What does he want me to do?

My throat constricted and a shiver ran down my spine, tears filling my eyes at the memory.

*

"Can I borrow a pencil?" I whispered to the girl next to me and she grimaced, giving me a side eye before pretending I never even spoke to her.

"I got it."

I turned my head to Jackson. He's supposed to be in ninth grade, but he keeps failing the fifth grade. This is his fourth year in this grade. Since the start of the year, he's made me uneasy up until just now. I'm glad he's mature enough not to deny talking to me because of my appearance.

Smiling in relief, I watched as he extended his arm and gave me the pencil, "thank you," I mumbled shyly, quickly writing down the sentence our teacher wrote across the board.

The bell rang as I finished and everyone bolted out the door. I grabbed all my belongings and rushed out of the room to return his pencil, thankful that I saw him at his locker talking to his friend.

I ran over wearing a thankful smile, holding out the pencil after he noticed my presence and he took it rudely. I flinched, my smile switching to a frown in a flash and his friend bit his lip, visibly enjoying the hurt displayed across my features.

"This is it? You got to give me something for helping you out, stupid," he scoffed. I took a step back with a tight hold on my bag's straps.

"I'm sorry. I don't have anythi-"

"That's fine, isn't it, Jackson? I have an idea," his friend gave him a look and they suddenly laughed.

"Yeah, that's fine. We have something you could do," he answered, his eyes still glued onto his friend. I nodded guiltily, desperate to make amends because it was bad enough my home life was torture. I didn't want my only escape from that place to be hell, too.

They led me down the hallway and I kept looking around, a deeper frown finding my face when I noticed we were beginning to be the only ones walking this direction.

Suddenly, my body was forced left into a room and they closed the door behind them. I went to scream in panic only for my mouth to be covered, so I threw my arms around before they were restrained behind my back.

I instantly began crying, feeling one of them grab my breast while the other rubbed their fingers over the crotch of my jeans. I struggled against them, flinching back upon feeling his freshly licked lips touch my ear.

"This is the only way to ever make it even," he whispered, grabbing the waistband of my jeans and burning my skin as he aggressively yanked them down.

*

"Angel, are you alright?" Axel's voice entered my ears and I jumped around to face him, panting in horror while more tears filled my eyes. He froze in his tracks and I clenched my eyes shut.

He's not them.

He's helped me.

I'm safe.

I managed to calm myself with a nod, slowly reopening my eyes and lifting my gaze to meet his. I approached him and took his hand shakily, taking him over to the dresser where I previously stood.

I picked up the first thing that caught my eye and handed it to him with furrowed brows to change the topic.

"It's a hairbrush," he drawled, causing me to tilt my head back and stare at him with a frown. A flash of bewilderment crossed his features at my confusion, yet he merely clenched his jaw, his next words coming out in a strain, "were you deprived of such basic necessities?"

The growing anger in his tone made me cower with a nod, resulting in him to release a deadly snarl and I gasped, taking a huge step back with full body shakes.

He shut his eyes and tightened his jaw, taking a deep breath before the tension in his body lessened and he looked at me with a face full of shame, "I should've had better control over myself. I'm so sorry."

My chest tightened in sadness and I moved closer, raising my hand to his head, standing on my tip toes, then petting his hair just as he always did to me whenever I was distressed.

"I should never even come close to losing my control around you, anything could've happened," he exhaled with an irritated groan, his face contorting into pain and my heart pumped spikes into my throat.

I don't like seeing him distraught.

Taking his hand, I pulled him to the bed then let go and gave him the one sign with my finger. Without waiting, I moved the pillows so I could sit against the headboard then situated myself into a comfortable position, reaching for his hand again and tugging him.

"You—"

I put my other hand up which silenced his words then shook my finger at him, pressing it to my mouth right after and pointing at the bed with another pull at his arm.

He looked surprised but listened, taking the spot I tapped yet he faced me and I shook my head in disapproval. Grabbing his shoulders, I turned him around then pulled him down against me. His head rested over my stomach and his body laid between my legs, exactly where I wanted him. I began to play with his hair, wrapping my legs around his abdomen in a very loose crisscrossed position to lock him down in case he tried to move.

Somehow, the shirt I wore remained covering everything down to my mid-thigh, but his weight holding it down may have something to do with that.

"Angel, it's okay, I promise," he chuckled, putting pressure into my stomach by leaning his head back to look up at me, "I was just a little frustrated, that's all. It's fine now, beautiful. I don't... need..." he trailed off, losing his train of thought when I started gliding my nails over his scalp, lightly pulling at his hair each time in a massaging manner.

My father always did this for me whenever I had headaches. It was very relaxing.

His eyelids drooped and his tightened muscles slowly went limp, shocking me with just how much tension he carries throughout the day. This realization only made me much happier knowing I was able to help him relax.

Despite the fact he's now sleeping and unaware, I still felt comfortable enough to start drifting unconscious as well. Before I let sleep take me too, I took the chance and leaned over carefully, pressing my lips to his forehead the same way he did to mine.

A huge smile tugged at my mouth as I pulled back and pleasing tingles tickled my lips, creating a deep heat in my cheeks.

Goodnight, Axel.