The Luna’s Second Chance Mate

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Did those people not know their place at all? I remembered the sickening expression Derek had on his face as I dug out his gut, he showed not even the slightest remorse. If this letter said anything, it was clear that we may have been fooled all along.

I tapped at my study table repeatedly, I couldn’t shake away the unsettling feeling in the pit of my stomach. The tug of war in my head was threatening to drive me to utter insanity. On one end, there was the news of that bastardy pack that now looked like one big chess puzzle, on the other, there was a pressing concern for the half comatose woman lying in the medical room.

Annalise had been pleased when my guards returned with the foul smelling Melathionapalm, and assured me that the woman’s vital’s were stable enough. By her calculations, she was going to regain consciousness in a matter of days. I felt a small, tingly bubble from my wolf and I let out a hiss.

“We don’t even know her yet.” I mumbled out, moving the poorly constructed letter away from the desk and onto a bunch of paperwork that sat busily by the corner of my large study. Dusting off what looked like beeswax on my sweatshirt, I heard a precise rap on my door.

“Come in.” I said rather softly and the person behind the door twisted the door knob, pushing it open. I first saw his dark hands whose sleeves were covered in black fabric. Of course, it had to be Jackson.

He had his hair in a low bun, blank faced and with a file in his hands. His dark eyes however betrayed the stoicism he was going for. They were fluttering and darting around before he finally cleared his throat.

“When are you going to speak?” I snapped, impatiently, looking up from another file that had been laying beneath the Luna’s note. He knew I wasn’t fond of having my time wasted, let alone when I gave orders.

“Pardon my excesses.” He started with a small bow before walking in quick strides to the front of the table. I pushed the file aside and relaxed on the executive chair I was sitting on, placing one leg over the other. He carefully placed the brown file on the desk, before taking two steps backwards.

“I have news on the woman, my Lord. But it’s not good news.” He continued, and I raised an intimidating brow. Jackson cleared his throat again.

“What happened?”

“Her name is Larissa Tokenmoon, former Luna of the Tokenmoon pack about five miles from here.” He was hesitant to speak, but said it anyway.

“A former Luna?” My question came out unprecedented, I had meant to ask in my head. What the hell? A former Luna? My mate was…

“Yes, more like a disgraced Luna. She was recently publicly rejected by her mate, the alpha of the Tokenmoon pack on the basis of infidelity. Finding out about her was difficult. From my sources, the last they heard of her was at an auction in a high end brothel. Her ex husband sold her to them as punishment for her infidelity.”

“That’s where she must have been running away from.” I spat out, feeling bile rise in my throat.

The shock of the revelation suddenly dawned on me. Not only was she a former Luna, but a cheat! A fucking cheat! What did I do to the universe to deserve this type of unlucky fate? What difference then was she from Amaya? Even the thought of her name was a flame that threatened to blaze into a furnace that would envelop me in the betrayal I’d felt.

No! This was unacceptable! I would rather spare myself the effort of meeting a second cheat and forfeit. I was so much better off without a mate. Declan was enough.

“Besides that, Greenwood -”

“Shut up, and get out!” I snapped, disinterested in whatever he had to say. Of course it was going to be about one brainless Luna trying to kiss my ass like a headless chicken. Right now, there were more important things to do.

Larissa’s POV

I think I may have been plunged into eternal darkness. All I could see was black in one defining shade for what seemed like ages, and faint sounds of what I imagined were my demons. Other than that it was still, until it wasn’t. Copped up with my knees to my chest, I saw something flicker in the distance.

Light? Light! I leaped in part excitement and part relief seeing the light in the distance. Picking up myself from the cold floor, I began to run in the direction of the light. It was dim, but it was the brightest in the eyes of a person who had been as light deprived as I was. As I inched closer, the voices became more frantic and I fell into a void.

I fluttered my eyes open at the sounds of metal clanking. I closed them again at the foreign intensity, heck the light was blinding. I could feel the clanking sounds so persistent, like a being was hammering holes in my skull and I let out a soft groan.

My voice sounded foreign. What was happening? Blinking slowly, I finally opened my eyes, feeling subtle movements in my arm. They were subtle, as I couldn’t raise it. It was like stones held them in place.

I did open my eyes to white ceilings and a steady, throbbing headache. The ceilings were a blank canvas, and I turned my head slightly to see a figure clothed in white as well. My mind shifted to the last things I remembered.

“Chloe? Joy?” I called out weakly, but even I couldn’t hear my voice. Memories came rushing in like a blizzard. I remembered the auction, the man who’d taken me as a prize… Kylian!

Without thinking, I shot off the bed, screaming when the throbbing in my head amplified to a piercing headache.

“Kylian!” I screamed again with my eyes closed, quickly raising my hands to my head in an effort to shake off the dizziness. I felt an arm rush to my sides and I flinched in fear.

“Don’t touch me!” I yelled again, but the arm circles my waist, gently patting at the bed I laid on.

“You’re finally awake.” A female voice said warmly, easing me to lie back on the bed. The bed was awfully comfortable, for a moment I wondered if I was back at the brothel with those sinister faces jeering at me.

“Can you open your eyes?” The voice asked again and I nodded slowly. I opened them again, taking in the harsh lighting and finally saw who had been speaking to me. She was pleasant faced with her strawberry blonde hair swept up in a ponytail and groomed eyebrows. She was wearing a white coat draped over a simple black dress, who was she? Her brown eyes were peering through mine curiously, but I could see worry lines grace her lips.

“Where am I?” I questioned weakly, desperately wishing she wouldn’t mention the brothel. I’d been doomed if I was there. Then whatever would happen to Kylian?

Her worry was soon replaced by a small toothed smile, what I assumed was her expression of relief. “A medical room, you are in the Griffin-howl pack. You were brought here by the alpha and knocked out cold. Been here almost four days.”

The alpha? My memories drifted away again to me running, and those lovely green eyes I’d seen. They were the brightest eyes I’d ever seen; emerald coated in chromatic silver, and I felt a few butterflies flap in my stomach.

Mate.

I remembered the way he’d looked at me that day…he saved me. Somehow I’d found my way to a mate, and he saved me. Was he the alpha she spoke about?

“Can I see him?” I asked with a small smile playing on my lips. She nodded quickly.

“I’ll let him know that you’re awake. But what’s your name?”

“Larissa Tok-” The words got stuck at the back of my throat. I was no longer a Tokenmoon, not after what Stefan had done. I gulped instead, struggling to clear my throat. “Larissa.”

“Okay Larissa, I’ll inform him that you’re awake -”

“I’m afraid that will no longer be necessary.” A gruff voice, deeper than all the wells. ivw seen with a velvety touch to it spoke, the doors flying open with a blast

Startled, I whipped my head around rather quickly to see the figure that had just walked into the large, white room. I first saw his feet, boot clad before travelling up to meet his face. And while his build was formidable, I had to admit that he was the most beautiful being I’d ever seen. Was a he-wolf allowed to be this beautiful? I think not. He had the structure of a god, a chiselled square jaw that sported a goatee. But his lips were down turned in a frown and when I finally met his eyes, I recognized him immediately.

He was the wolf from the woods. He was my mate. But if so, why were his eyes shooting icicles at me?

“Ah you must be the alpha…” I tried with a smile, propping myself up to a sitting position but his frown had worsened. The blonde woman fell silent at the intensity of his glare, and I cleared my throat. “Thank you so much for -”

“Save it.” He snapped and I shut up right away. I was confused, did I do something to him? Before I could even say another word, he’d grabbed my hand.

“I wanted to wait out your unconsciousness, but I believe you’re very well now.” He continued with a startling growl, inching close to my face. I looked away and he pulled me back quickly, wearing a sinister smirk.

“I’m not going to make the same bloody mistake twice, Larissa.”

How did he know my name? Did I say something?

“It’s time for you to get the fuck out of my pack.”

My face fell faster than the speed of light. Wh…what?