The Luna's Destined Mate

Chapter Nine: Cruel King

Serena's POV

I wake up to the chirping of birds. The rays of light that are draped across my face, stream in through the closed curtains, providing a sliver of light in the dark room.

The first thing I do as I regain consciousness is try to contact Celeste, my wolf spirit, but she doesn't respond.

I choke down the panicked tears that are already starting to well up in my eyes, but I quickly blink them away.

Celeste wouldn't stand for me being sorry for myself and neither would I. Besides, I needed to get out of this place, wherever this place was.

I sit up and take in my surroundings, wincing from the slight pain in my ribs. Surprisingly, the pain is much more manageable than I thought. I am able to breathe without discomfort.

I lift my hands up to my head to trace the wound there but there is barely any sign that I was injured there except for the small, raised, scar I feel.

I quickly assess my other injuries and discover that they are either completely gone or almost healed. How could this have happened? It usually takes weeks for my injuries to be healed.

My eyes slowly scan the room. It was the same one I woke up in the last time. My eyes land on a darkened corner of the room that is completely free from light. Although I can't clearly see what is there, I sense a powerful presence coming from that direction.

"Mea Lunaria, you're awake." The deep baritone from the shadowed corner of the room jolts me out of my thoughts. I know that voice, fear grips me in an instant and I begin to tremble.

"It's okay, you know, nothing is going to hurt you here." He reassures me.

"I'll end anyone who even thinks if it." The threat behind his words causes a shiver to run down my spine. This man is very dangerous.

"How can you say that when I know who you are." I whisper so low, I'm almost certain he wouldn't hear me.

"Who do you think I am Mea Lunaria?" Although I can't see him, I feel him come closer to me from across the room, my breath hitches with every muffled footstep I hear.

I ignore his question and summon up courage to ask the one that has been on my mind. "W-why do you call me that?That title, Mea Lunaria, what does it mean?" I don't remember much from when he saved me but I do remember him calling me by that title over and over again. It sounded more like.....an endearment. But it couldn't be, this just made me all the more confused.

"I call you that because that is what you are to me, that is who you are to me." He steps out into the light and for the first time, I am able to see him clearly.

With a large build, he stands tall and imposing. His forearms are as large as my thighs, veins crisscross across his biceps, causing them to ripple with each step he takes.

The unbuttoned black shirt he has on shows off his muscled figure. His stomach looks like they have been cut from granite. They lead to a tapered waist and long thick legs. There is no denying that this body belongs to an Alpha. Blushing red, I quickly bring my gaze to his face when I notice the large bulge in front of his pants.

If this man has the body of a god, his face seems to have been sculpted by angels. His dark brown hair falls in disheveled wave around his square cut jaw and down his back.

His piercing green eyes reflect the hint of the wildness I saw before but it also seems to hold secrets and pain? A air that seems to have broken him but also formed him in ways I do not understand. He stands tall as a leader of men. There is no way anyone would deny that he was an Alpha. He is more than that, he is deserving to the title 'King.'

I cannot help but be drawn to him, my curiosity is piqued by the intriguing aura and raw power that seems to surround him. He gives me a knowing smile that says he noticed me staring at him. I feel my cheeks redden instantly.

"Now answer the question, Mea Lunaria, who do you think I am.?"

"Y-you're Nicholae Lykon, the infamous Rogue King. They say no one meets you and lives to tell the tale. What are you going to do to me?"

"You tell me, you already seem to have already come to a conclusion on what I'm going to do to you anyway." His voice comes as a rumble this time, like there is a hint of his beast just waiting to be set free. Something tells me it wouldn't take much but for some reason I know deep down that won't be hurt.

"In the woods, why did you save me?" I ask, although the details of that night are foggy, I remember how gentle he was with me, how he he'd me in his arms, a poor, wounded Omega wolf.

"I had no choice but to save you." What did he mean by that? He has stopped moving now but I can see his green eyes, glowing in the darkness, watching me.

"Did you save me because I am an Omega?" He is silent for a while, he just watches me with those predator like eyes.

It would not be strange for an Alpha to do so. An omega is highly prized in our world. Not only because their submissive nature perfectly compliments a dominant Alpha's instincts, but also because they are highly fertile.

"If that is what you believe, then yes." He responds with a hint of annoyance in his tone. Was he angry that I had discovered the reason he saved me?

It couldn't be for any reason other than that. An Omega's pups are always stronger, agile and intelligent, some even possessing special gifts. This is why Omegas are highly prized. An Alpha like him, especially one with such a notorious reputation would want to have an Omega bear his offspring.

He must have saved be for that purpose. I have never heard any rumors about him having a mate. Besides even if he did, it wouldn't stop him from getting what he wanted from me.

I shudder to think what Nicholae Lykon would do to me if he discovered that I was a defective Omega wolf. Fear grips me at the thought. He wouldn't find out. I would be long gone before then.

I stiffen, my instincts tell me not to move under the gaze of this domineering Alpha.

"You're not going to hurt me are you?"

"I already promised I wouldn't hurt you, neither would I let anyone who touches what is mine live." This was bad, he already saw me as his. I had to escape before it was too late.

"Then let me go." I plead.

"I can't." He responds curtly.

"Why can't you?" I eye him warily as he approaches my bed. "Don't-" He ignores me and sits down on the side of the bed.

"Because I need you, Mea Lunaria." He cups my cheek in his hand and I lean into his touch, his warm palm sends waves of pleasure throughout my body. Surprisingly, I don't flinch, instead, at that moment, I feel safe. It has been ages since I experienced touch that wasn't violent or harmful.

His deep growl causes me brings me out of the haze I was in. Fear courses through my blood, turning every part of me that was warm deathly cold.

I pale at the sight in front of me. His His beautiful green eyes bleed black, a kind of untamed wildness that threatens to rip me apart evident in it.His fangs have dropped down and long claws replace where his fingernails were.

I am frozen in place, unable to move for fear that he would rip me apart with his razor sharp claws still wrapped around my face.

I wonder what could have set him off, did I do something to upset him. Who was I kidding, nobody gets a reputation like his for nothing. How could I get so lost in his touch and forget what who he was?

"What did you just say?" There is a promise of violence in his voice and I gulp. This is the end.