Luna On The Run!

A third party …

I deliberately sat behind the passenger seat.

From this angle, I can’t see much of her and I don’t run the risk of our eyes colliding in the mirrors. Her mate is at the wheel while she sits next to him. Kensley is in the back seat next to me.

But I can’t escape her insanely addictive scent. It makes me drunk with lust, draws me to her, tempts me to taste the sweetness of her lips. I want to grab her and crush her against me until we become one body. But it’s impossible, she already has two mates. And I will be damned if I share my mate with two more men. Nah, not me.

However, something is off with her.

She is attracted to me, I can tell by the way she looks at me. It’s affection, maybe infatuation, like in human sports, but the bond I feel for her is not there. And when I heard Zane complaining about the same problem with her yesterday, I could well imagine it. But there is a difference.

She simply feels nothing for Zane, no attachment or that infatuation I mentioned. As the mate of a strong Alpha like Zane, she would at least cuddle with him all the time, visit him in his study often or slide on his lap whenever she gets the chance. I have also never seen her sniff his scent, which is essential for mates to calm their wolves.

She feels absolutely nothing for Zane and that is obvious to anyone who has been in their company. But the few times I have met her, she is immediately aware of my presence. She immediately lifts her head to me and her eyes follow my every move. As a result, I avoid her as much as possible, for fear that others might notice her reaction to me.

Is she that much in love with Alpha Gorgio, and is she here of her own free will? A stab of pain pierced my heart. She belongs to two Alphas, one she feels nothing for and another she is madly in love with. And what place will I have in her life? No, no sharing for me, in that respect, I can understand Alpha Gorgio very well. Though I wonder what made him agree to her coming here. The man almost took Zane’s head off when he suggested sharing a while ago.

‘MATE! MATE!” Hunter keeps shouting in my head, clawing at our mind wall.

He wants to grab her, pull her towards us and hug her tight. Last night I spent hours explaining to him that she doesn’t belong to us and that his insistence will get us into big trouble. We could even be kicked out of Midnight Moon because Ariel is the Alpha’s mate. And we cannot challenge him, that would be our death sentence.

‘Keep your voice down, Wolf. Don’t let Claw know how you feel. Zane is in a bad state of mind now, he feels rejected and wants to see blood,’ I warn him again.

‘But she’s ours, Eric. We have a right to her. Zane is not her mate.’ I am startled by this statement. ‘Do you have any idea what you’re talking about? She belongs to Zane and Alpha Gorgio. I’m not going to be a fifth wheel in their relationship. I’m not sharing.’

‘She’s ours,’ he insists stubbornly. Irritated, I push him away and close the mental barrier between us. He can be so annoying sometimes. I close my eyes and rest my head against the back of the seat. In this position, my nose is up, and I can breathe in all her scent. The peace it brings me now is just what I need after the turmoil in my head.

“Luna, what is your favorite food?” I hear Kensley ask next to me. My attention was piqued at once. I know that the Head Warrior is just trying to start a conversation. The mission is to get her out of her shell around Zane. We all know that she has a lively personality when she is not in the company of her mate.

“Lasagna,” she replies in her sweet voice. “Lots of cheese, and the mince has to be real Italian.” We all smile, her charm is so infectious.

“What juice should I put on the side? I often see you drinking apple juice in the morning. Is that your favorite too?” Kensley continues teasingly. She laughs hoarsely now, and my heart leaps in my chest with joy.

“Are you keeping an eye on me, Head Warrior?” she asks airily. “Yes, my father always has fresh pickings and asks the cook to prepare it for me. Jocelyn often makes apple jam too, which she spreads generously on my toast.” The way she tells it all makes my mouth water, even without having seen it.

“Fortunately, I often take part in the training sessions in my pack and don’t get fat from it. Jocelyn’s apple pie is the best in the area,” she continues. “I will ask her to send us some. Or even better, why don’t we have a pie-baking competition in the pack?”

“You mean you’re going to bake one yourself?” Zane chimes in now. To everyone’s surprise, her face tightens. We all hold our breath; she is clearly not happy with Zane’s suggestion. She turns her face away from him and towards the window, clicking her tongue a few times as if his comment is absurd.

“No, I am no kitchen princess. Why do you think my father hired a cook and waitresses?” she almost sounds rude. At first, Zane’s face shows anger at the way she has disrespected him, but it soon gives way to tenderness.

“Don’t worry. We can practice together until we get it right. And then we can enter the competition as a couple. I’m sure we’ll beat Jocelyn,” he whispers to her. Ariel purses her lips, remains silent and stares out of the window.NôvelDrama.Org content rights.

‘She’s not his mate,’ I hear Hunter insist anew.

And again I push him into the background.

His desire to have her to ourselves confuses my beast…