The Alpha's Unwanted Luna

THREE

The slow songs were becoming more of an unbearable agony than a soothing comfort for Teal. The male wolves gave in to their desires, hissing and chasing after the females, the females pretending not to enjoy the chase even though, on the inside, they enjoy the feeling of l**t raging inside them. Teal sat on a tree, knees to chin, and arms wrapped around, staring into what used to be an open space, her very own sanctuary, now tainted by the hunger of mating season. She forced a ball of spit down her throat to push down the blob of emotions packed in her throat. Disgust wrapped around jealousy. Deep down, she wished for a life that was simple; to be a wolf without being asked anything in return; to not be stared at like an abomination that trampled on the sanctity of their perfect world. Staring only made her eyes red hot, and the blob of emotions cut through her like a hot knife. She climbed down and lay on the short grass, imagining that they were hugging her. She stared at the moon and remembered her mother. Her beautiful, irresponsible mother She had so many questions to ask her mother, yet the weight of all that pain and sadness left her numb, even with her own desire a flint inside her, begging to be nurtured.

"What the hell am I supposed to do?" she whispered to herself as she stumbled into a deep sleep.

Her eyes were opened to an unfamiliar world. A ruthless darkness. Apart from the figure that stood before her, everything was doused in a thick blackness. Uncertainty lurked in the room, and she could tell that to this strange man who was before her, fear did his bidding, not the other way around.

"Who are you? Where is this place? " She tried her best to shrug off the fear that twisted her insides. She looked around once again in an attempt to see something, anything, but she couldn’t even make out the shape of her hands. She tried to move, to run away, to take a step back even, but her legs were a part of the blackness. "This is a dream. You have to wake up, Teal! " "Look, whatever it is that you want, I’m not the one for you." But the strange figure wouldn’t utter a word. It just kept on staring, and for some time, Teal felt like she was being quietly stripped of all her deepest, darkest secrets. The figure took one step forward, then another, calmly striding towards Teal, and with every step, one brick of her wall of bravery fell off. One c***k after another, her armor began to fail her. Now, fear had invaded her bones. She trembled as she made out the figure walking towards her. It was a man, a beast, with hands worn down by so many battles, they could split a tree in two. His body was thickly built, heavy with scars, and his eyes were colored all black. "Please, I’m not the one you seek. Just let me go, please! " He walked towards her with hurt all around him. Teal could taste the copper of death on her tongue now.

"Teal," he called to her. Disbelief crowded her lungs as she tried to breathe. "How... how is it that you know my name?" Powerlessness flowed out with her words.

"Teal, it’s time," he said. "What time?" "What on earth are you doing?" Before she could finish her words, his stride turned into a run. He was running toward her now, with the intent of spilling blood. Those hands were coming to split her throat from her head, or to squeeze her head like a piece of used paper, but she wasn’t going to stick around and watch it happen. She summoned every ounce of strength from within and tried to run, but she had no legs. Quickly, she tried to use her hands, but there were no hands to be used. Before she could think of what else to do, her neck had found a home in his gritty hands. She looked into his eyes and they were filled with nothingness. He heaved with a breath of smoke and ash, and as he stared back into her eyes, she felt him possess her blood.

"Teal, it's time."

"Teal, it's time."

"Teal, it's time," he repeated like a mantra as she began to lose consciousness. The white of her eyes began to stain with the blackness around her. "This isn’t real. This is just a b****y dream! " "Goddammit Teal, wake the hell up!" she screamed as the agony began to pierce her.

"Teal, it's time," he said once more.

"f**k no!" she said. She stuck her tongue out of her mouth and split it in two with her teeth.

Teal woke up to the howling of boys and girls, the smell of desire in the air, and the sound of preparations being made for the mating ceremony. She checked her hands and her legs. She placed her hands on her neck, checking for bruises, and lastly, she checked for her tongue. Everything was the way it was before she lay down. She took a deep breath in and breathed out with great relief. She took another look at her sanctuary and decided that, jealous or disgusted, she was heading to another spot.

She walked to the river with the thought of the black-eyed man gaping a hole in her mind. She wondered if it was a nightmare birthed as a result of her tamed desire or if it was some sort of vision meant for some other wolf. The thought angered her, and knowing no one would believe her even more angered her. For a moment, she wondered if her mother would have known what to say to her at that moment, but she shrugged the make-believe away faster than it could take form.

She had been at the river for some minutes now, but being stuck in her head, she didn’t realize it. She also didn’t realize, before catching his strong scent, that Jason had been a few feet away, basking in the river. Under the light of the moon, and with nothing making a sound but the wind on the river, she noticed how peaceful he was when he wasn’t being the crown prince of the North. She wondered where his guards were. He wore regal clothes, yet he was not forcefully royal tonight. This piqued her interest. She wondered what kind of wolf he would be if he wasn’t an Alpha’s son. She watched the muscles on his shoulders communicate with each other as he picked up a stone, sending signals to his biceps, contracting under the light of the moon. He skipped the stone on the river, and she watched it jump until it was out of her sight. His back was wide and thick, like it was sculpted to be an impenetrable shield. Her desire growing, she imagined what his body would look like if it was freed from the cages called clothes.

Jason knew she was staring. He had known from the moment she arrived. He had caught her scent before she was in his line of sight, and he had struggled since then to not give in to his primal cravings. He stared at her all the while she was in a trance at the bank of the river, noticing what changes the mating season had made to her body. Her curves were always full and round, her thighs and calves thick from tree climbing, but the mating season had taken all those features and made them look exquisite yet left them unrefined. With the light of the moon on her skin, he struggled to tell which highlighted beauty more. Perhaps the moon was lucky to rest on her, he thought.

"Are you just going to stand there and stare, or are you actually going to say hello?" He said, still looking at the river. Years of carrying the pack's stigma had taught her well.

"Your highness, I didn’t think I would find you in such a common scene, unarmed and unguarded."

As he was walking towards her, he said, "You know you can just call me Jason, right? And just because I’m unarmed and unguarded, that doesn’t mean I’m harmless. "

She said nothing, using all of her strength to keep the flame within her from raging.

Well, this is new. "You actually don’t have anything to say to me. They were in each other’s breathing spaces now. She could taste him and he could taste her, but they were both skilled at keeping their cool.

"I don’t think your father or Anderson would appreciate us being this physically close, seeing as you’re a Beta and I’m nothing but your highness."

Well, it’s a good thing neither of them is here, don’t you agree?

"No, I don't." She stepped back and felt relieved that, unlike in her nightmare, she had legs to move and hands to climb if things went south. She turned around to leave, and he held her hands with a calming force. Rough as they were, they felt more like home than anywhere she had been before.

"I'm the crown prince of the North. Don’t turn your back on me. "

"If you're the crown prince of the North, then I suggest you act like it." She watched Jason stare into her eyes, as if taking all her secrets, just like the man in her nightmare, only this time his eyes weren’t black, they were grey, he wasn’t as huge, and his hands didn’t seem like the type to destroy aimlessly. Not her, at least. He let go of her hand and she felt possession flow out of her body. She walked back to the pack, anger trotting behind her, desire heavy on her lips.

Jason looked at his hands for a while before letting a smile escape his face. He moved both hands to his back, closed his eyes, took a deep breath and held her scent until he could hold no more.

Moments later, he picked up a familiar scent. It was Zachary, his personal guard. He walked to Jason and stood a few feet behind him.

"Zachary, what is the matter?"

After some time, Zachary replied, "It’s time."