The Forbidden Luna

Chapter 6 - Meanwhile, in England...

ESSIE

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"That is my final piece submitted!" I cried out, throwing my hands up in the air.

"Drinks?" Neil asked, submitting his final piece as well.

"Of course!" I say, leaning back in my chair and crossing my legs.

While you did have the option of just doing a 3 year course at Oxford and getting your degree, it made sense to stay on for the four years and get a Masters. After four gruelling years I had finally managed to complete my Masters, and I was on course to get a First in it, but it would be a few weeks before the final marks were announced, and I would be back in Norway by then.

"Are you sure you want to come back to Norway with me? It's nothing like Oxford, Neil." I say, looking sideways at him.

"Of course I do, if thats ok with you and the Alpha", he replied, smiling at me.

Neil was also a werewolf, his pack had been wiped out by the Hunters when he was at University, so he was lucky enough to have not been there at the time.

"Ama will be fine with it," I smile back at him. "There are slight cultural differences there." I say, chewing my lip. "The country itself is one of the most progressive in the world for l***q+ rights, but the older generation of werewolves still have older views on it." Neil identified as bisexual. It didn't bother me in the slightest, and I knew Ama well enough to know she wouldn't care either, but a few members of our pack were still quite old fashioned with how they viewed things.

"It'll be fine, Essie. I can handle myself just fine," he said laughing. "Where do you want to go tonight?"

"The Plush Lounge?" I replied. The Plush Lounge was the main gay club in Oxford. While I was 100% straight, gay clubs were so much friendlier to go to, you didn't have to deal with random men groping you and the women that frequented there very respectful.

"Sounds like a plan!" He said excitedly. What are you going to wear?" He asked, wiggling his eyebrows at me.

"I'm sure I'll find something when we go shopping" I say, knowing that was what he wanted to hear.

"Yasssssssss Queen," he said. "Let me grab my bag and we are out of here. I saw some amazing shoes in All Saints- we just HAVE to go there."

We walked into town, stopping off at Caffe Nero for a quick snack. I ordered my usual, a Breakfast Sandwich with bacon and a Caramel Latte with an extra shot of coffee. Neil opted for a buttered croissant with an espresso. I paid for it and we sat down in our usual spot.

"So what s*x do you think your mate will be?" I say, wriggling my eyebrows at him.

"Oh I don't know, you know I'll give anything a go once" he replied, wriggling his eyebrows back and laughing.

"Oh come on, you must have a preference!" I say laughing. "I only ever see you with men..."

"Well you know as well as I do how good a nice hard c**k can be" Neil winks at me as I spit out my drink.

"Neil! I shout, choking. "We're in public you dickhead!" He starts to laugh as I recover, laughing harder as I flick a paper napkin at him.

Werewolves as a rule are very physical creatures. s*x is a large part of our life and the majority of wolves don't wait for their fated mate, as there is no knowing if or when you will meet them. While I was in England I had experimented with both men and women, working out what I liked before I settled down with my mate.

"I hope it's Anthony", Athena, my wolf whispered to me. I hoped it was too. We were both 17 when I left to go to University, and you don't find your mate until after you get your wolf.

Once you get your wolf, they have access to all of your memories and feelings, so Athena knew everything about Anthony and our friendship.

I wouldn't know till I got home however, and I was counting down the days till our private jet came to pick me up.

Once we had finished our coffee we headed to the train station to take the train into London. We had about 7 hours before we were going to start getting ready, so we had plenty of time to pop into Harrods in London before getting back to Oxford.

We got into London for around 1pm, getting to Harrods for about 2. Plenty of time for shopping, I thought, smiling internally.

"You know this is the big night out, right Neil? Even if it is just The Plush Lounge, we have handed in our final assessments and we are going home in a few weeks. We need to go big before going home Neil!"

"You know it Essie, where first?" Neil replied, already looking at the menus for when we decided to eat later.

"Well I think someone mentioned some shoes from All Saints?" I said, already heading to that part of the shop. Once we got there I headed straight for the leather jackets, I was a sucker for them and I had had my eye on the Griffen Leather Baker Jacket for a while. Neil went straight to the Olin Leather Boots and started trying them on, walking over to me for me to inspect them.

"OK, they look amazing on you, you need to get them now." I said, pulling on the Griffen Leather Biker Jacket. "What do you think about this?"

"Essie if you don't buy it I'm buying it for you." Neil replied, taking the boots off and putting his old shoes back on.

"It does suit me doesn't it? I've been wanting it for ages."

"Essie, buy it. It is final assessment day after all..." Neil said.

"Fine, f**k it. You only live once!" I also pick up the Sarris Leather Boots in my size before we take our items to the til and pay for them before heading back out onto the main floor of Harrods. "Where to next?" I say. "I would like to check out the Chanel department, and I need to find a dress..."

"Lead the way," says Neil. Once we get to Chanel I pick up the classic cross body Chanel bag in black. I have wanted this bag for years, and I always said that I would treat myself to one at the end of my studies. We don't see anything else we would like in Harrods, so we head out into Oxford Street, as there is a massive Topshop there. I end up picking out a little silver dress, as that will pop against the black I will be wearing, and Neil picks out a nice shirt and jeans combo for the evening.

We head back to the train station so that we can go back to Oxford, as it is nearly 6pm by this point. We get back into Oxford as it hits 7pm, ordering KFC via UberEats to get to our house as we do. We take in the food and go straight into the living room, throwing our bags in the corner and opening the KFC bags.

"What did we order again?" Neil asked, popping the straws in the drinks for us, before setting up Netflix and sticking She-Ra on for background noise.

"The usual," I reply brightly. "The 14 piece party bucket with one Zinger Stacker Burger, one Zinger Tower Burger, and 2 sides of gravy."

One of the best things about being a wolf was being able to eat whatever you want without gaining any weight. One of the worst things about being a werewolf was how much you had to eat to feel full.

"Amazing" Neil groans, already pulling apart the wings and dipping his chips into his gravy.

I tear into the Zinger Stacker Burger, washing it down with coca cola. "What time do you want to head out?" I ask Neil, starting on the mini fillets.

"Well it generally takes you about two hours to get ready," Neil says, rolling his eyes at me.

"So... about ten? I reply, not rising to his jibes.

"Sounds good to me," he says, smiling, before eating his Zinger Tower Burger.

Once we have finished our meal, we cleared it up and stuck the wrappers in the bin before heading upstairs to get ready. I sat down at my dressing table and started my makeup routine, deciding on a red lip and red nails. I looked in the mirror at myself. Ama and I looked similar in a few aspects, we both had olive skin, chocolate brown eyes and black hair. that was where the similarity ended, however. My hair had a wave to it, and my body was a lot curvier than Ama's, but it would be. I didn't do half the training Ama had done from a young age.

Don't get me wrong, I still trained and kept up with the pack on our morning runs, but I didn't take it further than that. I was happy with my shape- 32D breasts, tiny waist and large hips. I was much happier locked in my room, or in the gadget room in our castle, tinkering with gadgets and toys. I had always wanted to contribute to the pack, but it was always going to be on a production level, as opposed to fighting for the pack.

I moisturised myself with my favourite body butter from The Body Shop, the almond scented one, before spritzing Chanel No5 on my neck. I shimmied into my silver dress before pulling on my new boots and jacket, making sure my phone, lipstick, keys, and purse were in my new Chanel bag.

I went downstairs to meet Neil and was met with an enthusiastic wolf whistle, pun intended.

"Well, well, well, don't you look gorgeous!" Neil said. "I might even be interested in you tonight" he carried on, winking at me.

"Down boy," I replied, laughing at him. "And you!" I said. "Stunning, as per usual."

Neil was definitely British. Pale skin, blue eyes, and dirty blonde hair that he wore long around his face. Combine that with the shirt and jeans he had bought, as well as the boots and he looked like a gay punk dream.

"Are you ready, m'lady?" he asked, looping his arm through mine.

"I am, good sir" I replied laughing, as we left the house, locking it behind us. "Let's let our hair down- this is probably our last proper night out in England for a while."

"Indeed, it probably is. Let's see England out in style," Neil said, smirking at me. "The Plush Lounge isn't going to know what hit it."