My Lost Luna

Chapter two

The sun was setting, and I knew I would have to go to Bolton. He didn’t say a specific time, but I wanted it to be over. After I got back from Bolton, we would run away.

“How does it feel?” I asked Anna.

“It’s awful. You feel helpless, broken, and so much more. I can’t really explain it.”

I could see the pain in her eyes. I wanted to hug her still, but I knew I had to wait for her to make the first move.

“You should go to him. You don’t want to keep him waiting. He will get mad,” she said with worry. “It’s going to be hard, but try to relax. If you push him away, it’s only going to get worse.”

With her words repeating inside my mind, I left the house and started my way towards Bolton’s. It was the nicest house there. It didn’t have broken windows or holes in the walls.

I hoped he wasn’t there, rapping on the door as softly as I could. I listened closely, trying to see if I heard him. I waited a few seconds. But still nothing.

With a heavy sigh—one of relief—I turned around, wanting to run away as fast as I could.

I almost jumped out of my skin when I saw he was standing behind me with a sleazy smile on his face.

“The door is open,” he said while he tilted his head to the side.

I swallowed the lump in the back of my throat and stepped inside.

I had never been in his house. I didn’t expect it to be that nice. It even smelled like a home. I walked into the living room, debating with myself where to sit.

“You can sit on the couch. Are you hungry?” he asked while moving out of sight.

Yes, I was hungry, but way too nervous to eat.

“No, thank you. I’m not hungry.” I sat down, my eyes wandering around.

Bolton came back with two glasses of water and placed them on the table in front of me.

“Why am I here?” I asked him, taking a glass of water.

“I want you to be my Luna.”

Wait, what?

My eyebrows knitted together in confusion. I can’t be a Luna. “You’re not an Alpha,” I said.

He smiled. “Not yet.”

He sat down beside me, letting his hand rest on my thigh. I wanted to pull away, but I had nowhere to go. And I didn’t want to anger him.

“We have a big event we can all work at. The money we will make will allow us to buy some land. And with that, I will be Alpha,” he said while leaning back.

His eyes never left my body, and I couldn’t help but shiver under his gaze.

He moved closer, sniffing me again. “You smell nice,” he whispered against my ear.

Then it hit me—He is not my mate, right? The thought alone freaked me out. I glanced over at him. His eyes were softer, almost kind.

“Are you my mate?” I asked with a tremble lacing my voice, fearing he would be my mate. There would be no way of knowing until my eighteenth birthday, right?

With a small smile, he placed his fingers on my chin and turned me to face him.

“You’re special,” he said while his smile changed into a grin, one that told me he was hiding something from me.

His touch disgusted me to my core. However, it didn’t seem he noticed. He tilted his head and closed the distance between us. His warm breath moved over my lips before his claimed mine.

I wanted to move away so badly, but I couldn’t and shouldn’t. His other hand was on my back, keeping me close. I remembered what Anna told me—I needed to relax. I kissed him back, letting him lead.

A groan resonated from him when his tongue moved around mine. I tried my best to get comfortable with this situation, not wanting to let myself be consumed by fear.

I remembered that he never touched Anna. I never actually saw him touching any other she-wolf. Sure, he beat us, but never did what Charles did earlier.

He lifted me on top of him and he placed my arms around his neck. Letting me know what was expected of me.

This was it. This was the moment where I gave up, only a little bit. I leaned in closer, letting his hardness press against my core. I tried to push through, not letting my fear get the better of me, but eventually my body froze, making Bolton stop.

“I’m not going to hurt you, Elizabeth,” he whispered against my lips.

He never said my full name like that. It made me believe he didn’t want to harm me. He gave me a small peck on my lips when he noticed I was still frozen in place.

“Go home. I will talk to you tomorrow,” he said with calmness that made me worry.

I nodded in response and got off his lap. I was so confused.

“If you don’t want to leave, you can stay,” he said with his smirk while his wolf edged forward again, showing himself through Bolton’s eyes. I shook my head. “I have to check on Anna.”

I got up and walked over to the front door. I was about to open the door when Bolton closed it again.

He was quick, pressing me with his body against the door. His wolf was still in control, and I didn’t dare to meet his piercing gaze.

“Look at me,” he said, his voice rougher than usual.

I slowly met his gaze. My whole body was shaking out of terror. “If I’m going to be your Luna, will Anna be safe?” I asked with a tremble in my voice.

I could see him thinking it over. If he really wanted a normal pack, he couldn’t keep letting these things happen.

“I will let Charles mark her. He will keep her safe.”

“That is not what I meant.” I couldn’t stop my reply; I was always quick with my words, even if I was terrified. One of my lesser qualities, Anna always said.

He pushed his body more into mine, his head going to my neck, inhaling my scent. He let out a small, annoyed growl. “I will think about it,” he whispered before stepping back, releasing the grip he had on me.

A heavy breath left my lips, and I slowly relaxed. “Thank you,” I said with a soft smile.

I opened the door and walked out. I ran my way home—to Anna—while this confusion that roamed through me wouldn’t leave me.

What just happened? Is he for real?

When I arrived back at the house, Anna was pacing in the living room.

It took a moment before she realized I was here.

She ran up to me, hugging me tightly. “You’re back.” When our embrace ended, she eyed me up and down, keeping her hands on my arms. “What happened?” she asked.

I let out a breath. “Nothing.”

We both sat down on the couch beside us.

“He didn’t touch you?” Anna’s voice filled with uncertainty and worry in her eyes.

“No, he kissed me. But nothing else happened.”

“He kissed you?” she asked with her eyebrows pinched together. I could hear her mumble something.

“What is it?” I asked her. What is she not telling me?

“It’s just... They never kiss. It’s just sex.”

“He wants me to be his Luna. Maybe that’s why,” I said, trying to comfort her, but she pushed me away.

“No, we’re leaving. Tonight.”

“I think we don’t have to anymore. Maybe if I’m Luna, they will leave you alone.” I tried taking her hand, but she pulled away.

“Nothing is going to change,” she hissed. She got up and started pacing again.

“Please, Anna…”

“No,” she interrupted before I could finish.

I let out a sigh. I knew she was right. But she couldn’t blame me for having hope, hope that we could make this place better.

“Does he ever… touch someone?” I asked her.

Her pacing never stopped. “I don’t know. I don’t think so. He never raped me, but he doesn’t stop it from happening either.”

“I’m not saying he is a saint. I know he is as cruel as the others. Maybe even crueler. I just think maybe we don’t have to run away,” I said, trying to let her see the hope I had.

“I’m leaving, Liz. I really hope you come with me,” she said while she got on her knees in front of me, taking my hands. Tears rimmed her eyes while her wolf watched closely. “I really don’t want to leave without you. But I can’t do this anymore.”

I got down from the couch and held her. “Please, just a couple of days. I need to be sure.”

I was afraid of losing her. I was afraid if we ran away, they would catch us.

We weren’t well trained; we had never shifted to our wolf form.

We were weak.