The Luna's Destined Mate

Chapter Seven: The Female Alpha

Serena's POV

My feel eyelashes flutter as I gain consciousness.

My eyes open to a dim room cloaked in darkness.

I try to lift my head up to look around my surroundings but I feel a loud ringing in my eyes before I lose consciousness, I hear the distant sound of a voice filled with worry.

"She's ......awake, call the.......pack healer now!"

I open my eyes again to a dark room only this time when I lift my head all I feel is a dull ache, my mind blank.

I realize that the room is dark because the curtains are drawn so I can't tell if it's night or day.

I slide off the bed and stand. As I do so, memories of all that's happened cause me to sit back on the bed.

I remember everything that happened, Michael's rejection, the intense pain I felt, being branded like livestock, getting kicked out of the pack, the stranger who didn't scare me and......Celeste disappearing! Oh no!

Panic rushes through me as I frantically try to contact her through our mind link.

"Celeste? Celeste? Can you hear me? Are you okay?" Panic rushes through me as I choke down my sobs.

I take in a deep breath to steady myself. Freaking out will not do anything right now. First I have to find out where I am and what happened.

I look down at myself and realize I'm dressed in only a translucent night gown.

"I wonder if he was the one who changed my clothes?" Remembering the dark stranger who seemed to reassure me even though his presence seemed commanding.

Something is nagging at the back of my mind. Like I am forgetting something important about the details of when we met.

I snap out of my own thoughts. I need to figure out what happened.

For all I know, I could be back in the Black Moon Pack, although I highly doubt it. "Michael would rather kill me than have me back in his pack." I think ruefully as I feel a small stab of pain in my heart where my mate link used to be.

"Enough! Thinking about all this isn't going to do anything."

I take a thick terri cloth robe lying on an arm chair, wrap it around myself and quietly make my way to the door.

Opening it I see a long deserted hallway and close the door, careful not to make a sound.

"You're awake." I hear the surprised tone of a strong female voice out of nowhere. Her tone and presence clearly gives off the authority of an Alpha.

I nearly jump out of my skin in fear and shock. That's it. I'm done for. I've been caught escaping.

I quickly go into survival mode, dropping down and curling into myself, making sure to cover my head from any potential hits.

The movement reminds me of my broken ribs as agony fills my blood stream but I don't move from my position.

I've experienced enough abuse to know that if you don't cover your vital parts, you'll come to regret it later. At least this way, she won't hurt me that badly.

I whimper as I brace for impact.

"What are you doing?" Her question only causes me to cower more, my omega instincts telling me that is Alpha female is powerful and therefore a threat.

"Hey, I'm not going to hurt you." I hear a clatter on the ground and chills rack my body. Is she going to hit me with that object?

Goddess knows I've suffered enough at the hands of the likes of her.The females were the cruelest in my old pack.

I feel her touch me, causing me to flinch instantly, I lift my head up and crawl backwards to a corner away from her, my expression wary. At least she didn't hit me.

I notice then that she is crouched down, her expression relaxed, like she is trying to make herself look smaller, less of a threat to me for my benefit?

Though she is crouched I notice that she is much more larger than me, at least 6 feet tall to my own 5 feet. Her muscular arms are covered in intricate, colorful tattoos.

Although I can't see them clearly in the dim candlelit hall way, I have a feeling they tell a story.

Her red and black pixie cut hair along with the piercings she has all over her face make her exude a kind of confident toughness around her.

Her intimidating aura does not distract from her beauty though. Her glowing hazel eyes seems otherworldly. Her strong jaw frames her face perfectly. She looks like an untamed beauty. She is the very definition of strength. Everything I am not.

I feel a hint of resentment bubble inside of me.

She tries to come closer to be but I just retreat further into the corner.

"Alright, I'll stay right where I am. I'm not going to hurt you. Okay, I was just coming to change your dressing."

She points to the tray that holds bandages and other medical supplies. I realize that it was the source of the clatter earlier. It is at that moment I also realize that my wounds have been tended to.

That completely rules out any possibility that I'm in my old pack at least. Nobody ever treated me when I got hurt.

I realize the Alpha female had been talking to me. At this point, I have come to the conclusion that she doesn't mean any harm. At least for now anyways.

I'm definitely not letting my guard down either way. Sometimes the people who hurt me pretended just like this too. The females were especially good at playing tricks.

"What?" I work up the courage to whisper. Hating the way my voice trembles, already expecting the sting of her hand for making her repeat herself.

She doesn't however, her voice is gentle as she replies me. "I said, you're going to tear your stitches if you remain in this position.

She sighs, her gaze on my head. "Nevermind, it's too late."

I feel the trickle of blood down my forehead.

"s**t. Alpha is going to kill me." I hear her mumble.

"Just hold on okay, I'll get help." Her eyes turn glassy for a moment like she is talking to someone through a pack link.

She opens her mouth to say something but an overwhelming pressure fills the air. Fear seems to cross her face and I hear the stomping of large feet in the hallway, everything seems to shake.

"What happened!"