Accidentally Became Luna

ABL 39: Scared

Ever since I loudly confessed to Miall how much I wanted him, I was ashamed to admit that I had been avoiding him for quite some time now.

Yes, I did talk to him, but I could never be in the same space with him for too long. I always just felt as if he would bring it up and just reject me again.

That was why it was better for me to self-reject; that way, I would avoid any type of hurt that may come from him, and I would be just okay.

I should really stop being so confident because then I go around talking shit about how I was obsessed with him.

How embarrassing!

He probably thought my life revolved around him. In all honesty, it did, but I didn't need him to know to what extent.

I looked up at the clock on the wall, and he wasn't up yet. Another strategy of mine when it came to avoiding Miall was waiting for him to go to his training sessions or sometimes meetings with his mom.

Now that I was in training to become Luna and half of all of my time I was with Nyleve, I had some sort of knowledge of his schedule; it assisted greatly when it came to avoiding him.

Maybe he'll leave soon.

Training with Nyleve was hard shit! This stuff wasn't as fun as it was portrayed to be in books. There was too much admin, and I didn't know if these people knew, but I did not finish college.

I was not saying I was stupid, but I was not exactly one of the brightest bulbs on this planet, and neither was I the dimmest. However, dimmer is sometimes better than more brilliant.

That wasn't the point; Nyleve was just so educated and had hobbies and interests, while the only interesting thing about me was that I was a pregnant bartender.

Even in comparison to Willow, I was a blunt stick. She was strong, the leader of the female pack warrior and not because she was Miall's girlfriend but because she really knew how to kick ass and was strategic. She really was amazing.

She was also educated, and confident and had this crazy aura around her that just proved she was born to lead.

All I have going on for me here is my loud mouth and a full belly.

I checked the time again and frowned; why wasn't he leaving yet? I put down my project on the couch and dragged my feet upstairs to his bedroom.

I knocked on his door, just in case, he might be naked, not that it would be that horrible of a thing to see.

When I received no response, I called out his name twice and there was still no response.

"I'm coming in," I said as I opened the door. He was still fast asleep with his arm covering his face, while the other arm was stretched out beside him.

And he was naked. How great, not in a pleased way, but sarcastically. I threw the drape over his bottom half and touched his shoulders, shaking him softly.

"Wake up," I whispered. His chest rose as he breathed out heavily. "Come on, you'll be late for your training; wake up."

"No," he muttered. I pulled the arm he had over his face and dropped it again, although he changed direction; totally killing the idea I had in mind to drop his hand on his face and hurt him.

"Wake up, you big alpha. You need to go train with your people," I groaned as I tried to pull him up, but he didn't budge. "Miall, come on," I gritted, trying harder.

"I'm not going," he said like a little kid, and I let go of his arm. "Stop hitting me," he grumbled as I hit his arm, trying to get him to wake up.

"So get up and go shower," I complained, trying once more to get him up. Lo and behold, I failed once again.