Accidentally Became Luna

ABL 18: The Tutor

Miall

I sat in my office, mindlessly staring at the wall. My fingers lightly tapped my bottom lip, and I groaned, throwing my head back. Why did I kiss her?

It was not as if I didn't enjoy it; as a matter of fact, I loved it, but I told her that we should be friends, and then I was the one who initiated the kiss with her, feeling her body flushed against mine with her legs wrapped around my waist made me painfully throb.

What's wrong with me?

Thinking about that kiss was getting me nowhere. I turned my chair around and faced the bright monitor, with my work screaming at me to get it done. Being Alpha wasn't as easy as my father made it out to be, and even though my mother helped when she could, I still couldn't get used to the amount of work I needed to do here.

I enjoyed it, but dammit, my schedule just kept on growing.

Maybe I should go see Amanah? I needed a break either way. I should check up on her and our baby to ensure everything was still okay with them. Willow wouldn't mind that I went to see Amanah; besides, she was busy with training right now.

I should come clean to her that I kissed Amanah, but why didn't I feel guilty at all?

My office door slammed against my wall and I looked up confused, was I that lost in thought that I didn't sense my Beta? Malakhi clenched his jaw and glossed his eyes over me before he looked away.

What is it now?

"What's the issue?" I leaned against my chair, and he scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest. "I know I'm Alpha, but I don't read minds."

I crossed my arms over my chest. It was kind of weird for me because I could hear and read Amanah's thoughts loud and clear; at first, they were soft whispers and I ignored them for my own thoughts. However, soon enough, with her glaring as well, I knew they were Amanah's thoughts.

She was so mean sometimes.

"Maybe you should start," he answered, and I rolled my eyes. Malakhi has always been dramatic.

"Talking about minds. I'm curious, do you hear thoughts sometimes?" I pried as I leaned against the desk. Maybe it was nothing special.

His purple eyes, darker than mine, squinted as he looked at me as if I was delirious and shook his head.

"In what world would anyone hear thoughts unless they were your own? Or are you talking about the mind link?"

"No, I'm talking about me hearing your thoughts, you know? Like we could be sitting together in this room, in complete silence, and I can hear what you're thinking," I explained to him, and his upper lip lifted as he pondered on what I had just said.

Just when I thought he was understanding me, he broke out into a fit of laughter and bent over as he hit his knee. I sighed and knew that I was obviously at a dead end with him.

And this was the man I considered my right hand. I shouldn't have asked him.

"You hear thought's Miall? What in the good gods who blessed us with life?" He laughed even harder. "Can you hear what I'm thinking now?" He teased as he calmed down, and I groaned.

"I can tell you what I'm thinking—what a dumb ass you are," I grumbled, and he laughed, sitting down. I watched him as he calmed down and shook his head.

"So where'd you get this idea from? That you hear people's thoughts?" He asked. I obviously couldn't tell him that I heard Amanah's thoughts of all the ways I apparently affected her and how much I was an annoying huge man who was a mama's boy—which isn't true—but then again, everyone was entitled to their own opinions, even when they were wrong.