His Abused Mute Luna

Chapter Six

Axel Moretti's POV

I opened my eyes in sheer panic before my mate's intoxicating scent reached my nose and I physically relaxed, my vision adjusted to the now dark room and I admired her sleeping figure. Her hand was still holding my paw and her other was on my back, no longer moving from her previous petting gestures.

It pains me to know she doesn't want me, she tried to run away. My delicate little human fears me and I don't understand why. It frustrates me not knowing about her.

Humans are foreign to me and I never tried to know them, their mere existence bothered me up until I met my beautiful mate. At first, I was disappointed and slightly annoyed the moon goddess would send me someone so different. She gave me such a fragile soul knowing I could break her in seconds, yet as I examined her, I instantly saw the reason behind her ludicrous choice.

She sent her into my life to put an end to my ruthlessness, she gave me a mate so fragile to teach me how to be gentle.

Her hand clenched my paw and I grew alarmed, leaning forward without startling her awake and sniffing the air to ensure she didn't rip open any of the wounds to cause her discomfort. Her grip then loosened and I let out a quiet whine, replacing my head on her collarbone.

I hate how easily she receives injuries because she's human, there's not much I know about them and I'll admit that, but I'm very aware they're prone to physical damage. I hate how that's just part of her delicate human qualities. She's the first one I've met and I'm learning from her. I'm still so uncertain if her actions are normal and I'm trying my best to suit her comfort until I figure it out.

She won't even look at me, and I think that's what hurts the most. I want to see those beautiful eyes.

'Something happened to mate. She doesn't trust her own kind, other humans hurt her,' Dax whimpered.

I withheld a snarl at the thought except I knew better than to jump to conclusions, but I'm also beginning to have suspicions that my beautiful girl was beaten.

I, of all people, would know what torture looks like. I've hurt and killed many werewolves without care for years, and if I find out my innocent mate has been receiving the same treatment I inflict, it will bring me so much guilt, shame, and fury.

The mere image of her starved body being harmed sent my hackles up in rage and I bared my teeth, thinking of the many ways I could avenge her without certainty that's even what happened. I refrained from letting out a growl so I didn't scare her awake and cautiously lifted my body from hers, effortlessly slipping onto the floor to let her sleep in peace before I went on a rampage over a possibility.

She doesn't know that I'm not just a wolf and it feels wrong tricking her. As much as I want to stay and cuddle with her, I won't. She isn't comfortable with me for me, but she's comfortable with me as my wolf. I will try to spend the majority of my time with her in this form, only occasionally slipping in as myself so I don't startle her anymore than I already have. I came onto her too strong and scared her.

Who knew insignificant things would set a human off? It enrages me more knowing she could be reacting that way because she was possibly beaten by another person.

Either way, I will fix my queen.

A sound made me stop mid-step, glancing back at my mate who was now rubbing her eyes and squinting into the darkened room, making it so I couldn't see into them. Her hands frantically felt around her and before I could finish my journey to the door, my body was already retreating to the bedside where one of her searching hands found the fur of my ear. Her soothing touch reminded me of her gentle nature; I will protect her pure beauty with my life.

Her hand drooped from rubbing behind my ear, indicating she fell back asleep, and my heart ached. My beautiful mate is suffering and I can't help her the way I wish to, she is just too afraid.

I lifted her hand with my muzzle, carefully placing it on the bed so her elbow joint wasn't strained with the deadweight of her arm over the edge. Then, I turned to my side and pawed at the floor next to the bed to make my spot. I laid on the carpet right beneath her vulnerable sleeping body, closing my eyes to focus my hearing in case I caught any threatening noises.

I will listen all night to make sure she feels safe, she needs her rest.

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My ear flickered backwards at the sound of her movement on the mattress. I lifted my head and looked up to find her looking at her hands with the smallest smile. The sight created a tingled explosion of butterflies in my chest. Her beauty never ceases to astound me.

I laid here all night with her. She only woke once due to the thunderstorm which was beyond my control. I ended up resting my head on the small area in front of her to keep her panic at bay, she unknowingly cuddled it and all scent of her fear vanished. It brought me immense happiness knowing there was at least something I could do to help her. The worst feeling is knowing she's scared and there's nothing I can do without making it worse.

I was pulled back to reality when I felt her hand beneath my jaw with soft scratches; my wolf and I love her affection. She continued for a moment, sitting up and removing her gentle fingers from my snout. Her hand tapped the bed next to her and excitement shot through me.

I jumped up but made sure I didn't step on her hand, curling my body around hers and resting my head on her leg. Although, it worried me with how skinny she is. I'm afraid I may hurt her and that's the last thing I want to do.

Her fingers brushed through my fur and I whined, knowing I need to find my will to leave soon. I have things to take care of aside from her, it's just difficult knowing she likes my wolf and he makes her relaxed. Finding out what happened to her is one of my top priorities for sure, if she puts her trust in a vicious animal so quickly over a person then she must've been hurt terribly. I can't live without knowing what happened.

This would all just be so much easier if she could talk, confide into me, isn't that what humans do with their pets?

'Dude, where are you? Are you still at your place with her?' Blaine mind-linked and I withheld a growl at his interruption between me and my mate.

'What the hell do you want?'

'Carly caught wind of the many rumors about our human Luna and she's going to your place! She's angry.'

I cut off our conversation and got up, leaping onto the floor and opening the door with my paw. I didn't glance back at my mate as I pulled the door with my teeth, clicking it shut and sitting in front of it to keep her safe in case Carly tried something. I wouldn't put it past her.

A low growl sounded through the hall and I looked over, connecting my eyes with her envious chocolate ones. I was in no mood for her bullshit right now, not that I ever am. After finding my mate, my patience for her is lower than before if that's even remotely possible.

'She's in there. I can smell her. Why are you interested in a puny human? I am much more suitable for a mate!' She sneered, taking a step toward me and the door.

I bared my teeth with low, threatening snarls, careful not to be too loud so my aggressiveness doesn't strike fear in my human if she overheard.

Carly, on the other hand, lowered her ears and body in submission, practically crawling toward me with sad, pleading eyes that I felt nothing but anger for. I continued to warn her yet she didn't listen, finally reaching me and attempting to nuzzle into my side.

Before she could make contact, I had my jaws around her neck tightly and she yelped as I pressed my canines further into her flesh. I pinned her head to the floor and tightened my hold, tasting her blood stain my mouth which only fueled my desire to snap her neck.

'A-Axel! You're hurting me! Please!' She sobbed, her wolf releasing multiple yelps and whimpers but I only squeezed harder.

Oh, I really want to.

All it'd take is just a quick snap and there's one less problem for me.

But my mate is in the other room, so I refrained.

'You don't get to say my name. This is my first and final warning, don't you ever think about touching me again,' I growled, the sound of the door opening made my ear flicker up and I froze.

I released her efficiently, lowering my head and turning to the door where my mate now stood. I licked the blood from my lips and flattened my ears in guilt. I couldn't face her. My mate should never see that side of me, the murderous side that'll drive her further away.

I watched her rush to Carly's aid, getting on the floor and petting her in a manner that always soothed me. Panic surged through me knowing she is unknowingly taunting a jealous werewolf. I took a step closer in high alert ready to protect her.

I watched Carly intently as my mate massaged the area behind her ears, my legs were positioned so if she even moved the wrong way I'd be able to save her from anymore pain. A hurt creature has higher chance of snapping, why does she hold so much trust to unreadable animals? That tells me just how awful humanity has treated her.

'If our mate really was hurt by humans, I'll turn her so she can get revenge!' Dax snarled, yet I had no time to respond to his outrageous, unthought claim.

Carly had whipped her head to snap at her neck and I charged, biting into her snout inches away from my mate's fragile skin and yanking her head back. That made her jump away in fear, clearly not expecting her affection to promote anger.

I pressed my paw into the she-wolf's bloody neck, digging my nails into her previous wound and snapping my jaws at her submitting figure.

'Get out. Don't ever step foot in my house again,' I ordered, seeing her frantically pull herself to her paws and take off the way she came.

I can't f*****g stand that girl.

She's only sixteen and has slept with every male wolf in this pack, old and young, except for me. She's been pursuing me for years trying to change that. I'd never stoop that low. Although werewolves can't catch STD's, it's still vile knowing at least half of them didn't use protection. Her lack of self-respect makes me have none for her.

Arms wrapped around my neck and I stiffened, sniffing the air and catching the sweet scent of my mate beneath me. My body relaxed at her hug, waves of relief and gratitude rolled off her and I wrapped my head around her body in a way to return it.

Her face buried into my chest and I grew worried not knowing if my fur was suffocating her, my concern disappeared when she pulled back. Her shaky hands grabbed each side of my face and lowered my head level with hers, putting her forehead to mine like you would to bond with an animal. Unfortunately, her mysterious eyes were being shielded by her eyelids and my ears flattened.

I wish she'd trust me, not my wolf. I don't know the first thing about gaining trust, especially with a human. Werewolves just fall in line with my dominance, the trust is part of their wolf's instinct to their Alpha. How do I begin to gain her trust if she can't even make eye contact with me? She trembles whenever I'm in sight... how do I prove myself to her if she won't give me the chance?

I will try until my dying breath to fix you, my beautiful little human.