Luna's Struggle

• CHAPTER 30 •

Cycles

Luna's Struggle

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Killua spent his morning in the living room with Mito and Alpin. No one exchanged any form of words. Alpin cleaned his own injuries while Mito cleaned Killua's injuries. 

Killua had his feet scraped badly due to running around barefoot. He bickered with Mito about cleaning them alone, but the lady was as stubborn as Gon. She patched Killua up surprisingly neatly. His mom would be proud.

Once they were done, Mito retreated to the kitchen and came back with tiny pita sandwiches on a tray, "I washed my hands." She clarified before putting them on the table and going to change her clothes.

Killua stared dully at the pita sandwiches, unable to work his appetite out. When he looked at Alpin, he saw him staring intently. "Do you hate Alpha?" Alpin went straight to the point and watched Killua like a hawk. On the other hand, Killua looked at the sandwiches again, feeling the numbness in his neck.

His brain slowly formed the words into a sentence, still unable to focus, "I might when I… get the hang of what just happened." His dull and confused voice traveled in the atmosphere around them, breaking the sphere of apprehension Killua sat in.

He heard Alpin's rigid sigh who slid down to sit on the ground. He snatched a sandwich and devoured half of it in one bite. "I wouldn't blame you. You're more into the human side, so you might consider this utter madness."

"Isn't it?" 

"Maybe to you, like I said. But it's not for us. It's a cycle." Killua frowned, still slumped on the couch and staring down at Alpin who twirled the remains of his sandwich between his fingers. "Menstrual cycle for human girls. Rut cycle for werewolves who don't give birth. Heat cycle for werewolves who give birth. Just as easy as that."

Killua's mouth hung open. He stared at Alpin unbelievably. "You're calling this a… a cycle just like the menstrual cycle?!" Killua laughed, however, it was full of shock and sarcasm combined. "For your information, a girl won't attack her love interest just because she's on her period."

"Of course. Cycles aren't the same." Alpin shrugged, "They're not the same for werewolves, let alone human cycles." Alpin put the last bit of the sandwich in his mouth before crossing his legs and staring up at Killua, "What I'm trying to say, it is similar. If you look at it from our view, it is creepy how a girl suddenly bleeds from her vagina. Let alone all the moods she goes through in a single second."

Killua inhaled and looked away, "Your females… don't?"

"Kinda? It's the heat for those who give birth." Alpin tapped his chin and his eyebrows creased with concentration, "No one pays attention to the fact they could bleed more than the irritating fact that their scent would be alluring enough to attract half the pack sexually."

"Holy crap," Killua mumbled.

"Yes, in our case, heats tend to drive wolves crazy. They pursue the holder of the heat scent until they perform heat sex. On the contrary, ruts only drive the holder crazy." Alpin said. He stared at Killua's shocked face for a while before continuing, "And by crazy, I mean they submit to their animalistic desires. There is no one with enough self-control to stop a rut. There is none in our history, at least. Someone of a stronger ranking could slap the sense back to them temporarily."

Killua sunk in his seat. His eyes widened and widened when the pieces of information knitted themselves together inside his brain. "So, he was gonna really hurt me."

"Ruts and heats never hurt actually." Killua scoffed at Alpin's comment. He stared at him as if he was joking. "Don't look at me like that. When someone's in a rut, they drive their mate into heat and they do it together." Alpin explained, "It helps their bodies a ton as well. They become energized and it strengthens their metabolism."