Accidentally Became Luna

ABL 10: Compelled By Her

Miall

"Sit," an asshole? She thought I was being an asshole? Who does she think she is talking to me like that? I watched her as she pulled out the chair for me and pointed at it without looking at me, and yet I felt compelled to listen to her.

I skipped the chair she had pulled out for me, and she smiled. I sat down and crossed my arms over my chest. She giggled and covered her lips; my eyes immediately looked at them, and I sighed, annoyed.

"You're such a big baby," she laughed, and my mother joined her.

"He is my big baby boy," she kissed my cheek, and I groaned, wiping my face.

"Mom!" I whined, and Amanah laughed even harder. "And I'm an Alpha, not a baby," I said, and Amanah nodded her head.

"Yeah, a baby alpha," she mocked, and they laughed even harder. It was nice listening to them laugh instead of complaining; ever since she got here, I didn't feel so guilty.

"Whatever, let's just eat," I said, grabbing my fork, and Amanah stopped my hand.

"Don't you guys say grace?" She asked, and I cocked my head to the side, confused.

"Grace?"

"Yeah, it's a prayer of giving thanks before you eat," she explained, and my mom put her fork down.

"To whom are we giving thanks?"

"God," she said simply, and I smiled, understanding her. "The Creator."

"Oh, you mean Ylil?" I asked her, and she looked confused.

"Who's Ylil?"

"Our Sun Goddess," I said, and she scratched her head.

"I guess she's okay, too," she shrugged.

"Who do you pray to?" My mom asked her, and she pouted.

"God, the creator of all beings and universes," she smiled.

"Woah, I didn't know that! So does everyone there believe in the same God?" My mom was completely invested in this conversation.

"Not really; there are different religions and all," she expressed, and my mother nodded slowly.

"So—"

"Can we eat first, and then you two can continue your conversation once we're done?" I grumbled, feeling my stomach complain too. "Please?"

"Oh yes, sorry," Amanah said sheepishly. "Can we just hold hands and do a small quick prayer, please?" She motioned by bringing her thumb and index finger close to each other.

We joined hands, and as she promised, she said a small quick prayer thanking God for the food we were about to eat and for blessing us with another day to live on this beautiful planet he created, her words not mine.

Nioz is beautiful, way better than Earth.

We ate together, and they kept talking about the religions on Earth, which one she falls under and what she thinks about the others. I won't be a jerk and say that it was a boring conversation; it was pretty interesting to see her passionate about something and to also see that my mother finally found someone to talk to.

Even though she was still assuming the role of Luna until I married Willow, she got bored a lot.

"Well, I have to go now," I said as I got up. Amanah stared at my empty plate before looking at me as if she was silently telling me to wash my plate. I took the plate to the sink and washed it; once I was done, I saw she had a satisfied smile. Why do I somehow listen to her?