The Alpha's Luna Is Mine

The Ball Is In Your Court

Kiera's POV

"Alpha Preston, I dare you to send me back there." I said while looking directly into his eyes. I could see the shock in his eyes.

"You seem to have grown wings." He said as he held my neck and kissed his mark while tightening his hold on my neck.

"Preston!" I screamed as he kept strangling me. I began to beat his shoulders, but he didn't flinch. Did he really want to strangle me to death? Tears began to flow down my cheeks on their own accord.

A slight knock on the door, and he immediately left my neck, and I fell to the ground, my butt kissing the tiled floor hard.

"Go and see how Tasha is doing, administer the best herb to her." He ordered and then left the room, and just then I heard footsteps from behind.

"Greetings, Kiera." I froze instantly at that voice. What on earth is he doing in my room? I slowly stood up while massaging my neck.

"Greetings, Alpha Aethelwulf." I replied, my heart beating loudly against my ribcage. No doubt he can hear it.

"How are you feeling this morning?" He asked. I ain't fully recuperated, but then I just nodded. He should leave my room already.

"Your mouth is still slightly swollen. I can still see the bruises on your arm and face. You still need to rest for today. We will kick off tomorrow." He announced, and I nodded. I think that should be all; he should leave my room already, but no. He kept staring at me. Oh holy hell, I can feel goosebumps all over my body. This man has more effect on me than he thinks. I'm literally breaking out in sweat, and it's not just of fear, but his presence alone is doing crazy things to my body.

"You stood long enough, please sit." He said, and I nodded and slowly sat on the edge of the bed.

He walked towards me immediately. I looked up at him as he squatted in front of me. He slowly lifted my leg and rested it on his knee, then he looked up at me, my heart doing a marathon race. I couldn't keep eye contact with him.

"If you don't mind, let me massage your leg. I noticed you limped just now." He offered. Inasmuch as I really want to decline his offer, I want to feel his touch again. I yearn so much for it.

"Okay." I replied, and he slowly dropped my leg back on the floor and stood up. "Let me get an ointment and oil. I will be right back." He said and walked out of the room.

"Fuck." I let out as I let out a heavy breath I didn't even realize I was holding.

"I think he doesn't want to talk about that night. That's good, let's pretend it never happened." His footsteps brought me out of my line of thought. He dragged a stool towards me and lifted my leg and placed it on his thigh and slowly applied the ointment and oil, then began to massage it.

"Ahhhh..." I let out slightly in pain. He looked up at me, and I swear I am trapped in his eyes.

"Sorry." He said as he continued, this time more gentle. His rough hands felt soothing to my skin.

"I heard Preston left you after the wedding for five years. How did you handle the pack then?" He asked, and I cleared my throat.

"When he left, handling the pack felt so impossible. At first I thought the war would last for just a few days, but when months passed, I had to talk to myself. I did one thing, I took off the garment of a Luna and put on an army's cloth. I dropped who I used to be and made a new personality just to make it work." I started, memories clashing in my head.

"I began to train with the soldiers, stay on night duties, to feel the pain of not just ruling but protecting the pack. Slowly I began to get better at it. Each torture, each sleepless night, each time I starved myself, it built not only a leader but a warrior. I had just one thing that kept me going, the need to make my mate proud, and I'm glad I achieved it." I concluded, and he smiled. I could see pity through his smile.

"Trust me when I say, you're not just a Luna, not a healer, you're an Alpha. His return doesn't change that fact. You indeed made a name for yourself. I'm so proud of you." He said, and I smiled at his words.

"You should have enough rest. See you tomorrow." He said and stood up. I nodded, and he walked out of the room with the ointment and oil he came with.

A maid walked into my room almost immediately. "Greetings, my Luna. What will you have this morning?" She asked, and I adjusted myself properly on the bed.

"Get me soup." I replied, and she nodded and walked out.

I closed my eyes, and the memory of me tracing my hand down his abs flashed into my mind, and I smiled sheepishly, drifting off to sleep, darkness taking charge of my vision while I stepped into my imaginary world.

A loud knock on my door forced me to snap my eyes open, and I sat up almost immediately. "Come in." I said, and the door pushed open immediately.

"Alpha Preston is asking of you." Martha said with urgency in her tone.

"Why?" I asked as I slowly sat up.

"Tasha's health is deteriorating. I am afraid of giving her any herb at all. She's not responding to the foreign drugs." She said with urgency in her tone.

"How bad is it?" I asked with a narrowed eyebrow.

"The injured part is decaying." That's a whole lot of complication.

"I will tell you the herbs to use, but I can't do it myself..." I was still talking when my door pushed open and Preston walked in.

"It's two things here. You either heal her or be in the same position with her. The ball is in your court, and you know better than to dribble with my words."