Luna

Chapter 24

Matthew

I never thought I'd find myself in this situation again. The emotions that I'm feeling are overwhelming, but incredible. The last time I felt like this was six years ago, and it's amazing. But a part of me can't help but feel guilty all the same.

Since seeing the Luna — Hope, in the gym a week ago, Conall has been bugging me to get close to her, and now that I have, and currently out on a swim with her, the bastard won't stop obsessing over her, and worse, the pervert can't seem to keep his mouth shut!

It's a good sign though, I haven't really had much communication with him since Nikitas death. She was our one true mate, the one I lived for, but she was taken way too soon during child birth. Not only did I lose my mate that day, but I lost my pup too.

For years now, I have been going through heartbreaking mourning that closed me off from my wolf as well as the rest of the world. I interacted less, became a ghost, and trained more since I couldn't shift. I still needed a way to defend myself when the need came, and never in a million years did I think Conall and I would ever become so excited to see a female again. Let alone the Luna.

Knowing who she was presented as a problem on its own. Alphas are possessive over what's theirs, and given that I couldn't shift to save my life, I didn't know how I was going to tackle this obstacle.

Upon seeing my reluctance, Conall suddenly reemerged and began nagging me every single day.

'Go back!' He'd yell.

'Go talk to her!'

'Tell her she has nice boobs! Tell her you like her scent!'

'Tell her you I want to sniff under her tail. She can sniff me too!'

Like I said... perv.

My reluctance in approaching her wasn't just the alpha though. There were other contributing factors that may seem difficult to overlook.

First of all, she looks like a child! She doesn't even look twenty yet, and I wonder what she'll think about a thirty year old man wanting to get to know her. She might just find it creepy, and I'll be labeled a fucking pervert for the rest of my life. What if she's fricken sixteen!?

In werewolf culture, that is considered as being of age, but still, that's a sixteen year difference between her and myself! That's kind of a deal breaker for most people, and I don't even know how my family will take to that news.

'Stop!' Conall begs. 'She'll accept you.'

Secondly, I can't shift. I cannot protect her the way she deserves, and judging by the bruises around her neck, I'd need to if anyone ever handled her like that again.

It's not that I don't think she can protect herself, it's the amount of time those damned bruises are taking to heal. Any other werewolf would have healed completely by now, but she hasn't. I don't know if it's because she's weak or if she doesn't have a wolf, but if she can't heal, I need to do everything possible to protect her.

It angers me that her mate did that to her. I mean, it's no secret that he doesn't want her as a mate, but did he really have to lay hands on her? No one deserves to be treated like that by their mate, if it were up to me, he'd be punished for what he did. But it isn't up to me, which is why I need to protect her as much as I can.

Why wouldn't he want her anyway? I don't get it! She's beautiful and the aura around her is pure. She's a warm person who deserves nothing but happiness in her life, yet her eyes show a semblance of sadness, which brings me to point number three...