HIS HUMAN LUNA - A REWRITTEN VERSION

CHAPTER III

Sesil Cohen

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A VERY WEIRD HABIT OF MINE is when I'm suddenly put in a very off-putting situation and instead of dealing with it, concentrating on it like what a normal adult would do, I let my brain map all of my bad life decisions⸻and they're plenty⸻and try to decide where exactly has it gone disastrously wrong.

Staring up at the very broody alpha of the blood pack, I realize that the ship started sinking as soon as I let Mara drag me into this damn club.

In a distant part of my barely functioning brain, I'm still waiting for the panic to hit me. Considering that I'm practically cornered by a guy three times my size and surrounded with an aura so potent, it would put the wolf who attacked me and five others like him to utter shame. I'm still waiting for my instincts to resume their job and send me running for the hills, not that in the way he is holding me put in my place, it is even possible. But the panic, the jitters, the fear never come.

We're all just awkwardly frozen in place. Me staring at the alpha, him staring back at me, and Stephan staring at us both the way you'd stare at pages after deciding to start a book from the middle.

What now? Am I going to be tossed outside on my ass? Or should I wait for Karl to come back and take me for a spin?

Stephan rubs his jaw, his brows rising. "Am I missing something?"

I wait for Adrien to look smug as fuck and call for a Karl to come and see me to the same place the bartender has been taken to, but he only stares harder, that same muscle jumping in his jaw.

"Get me the rogue responsible for this."

Stephan's stance straightens at the command. "Already done. He is waiting for you."

Adrien nods dismissively and Stephan gives me a subtle wink before wandering off.

Stupid as ever, I only murmur, "a rogue?" I'd love to have a dictionary or a manual right now.

To my surprise, Adrien answers, "a stray dog that has to be taught to never bite the hand that fed him."

I'm still trying to decode his words when the calloused pad of his finger drags against my cheek. The contact is so jarring and so sudden, I'd have fallen off my stool if I wasn't practically cocooned by this guy.

"Here is the thing, doll." His finger drags a long curly strand of hair behind my ear, caressing across my earlobe and my breathing turns shallow. "Because of you, I've just acquired a little job to do, and you are coming with me."

And that's pretty much when I snap out of the hypnoses. I seem to get into many with this guy. For all I know, compulsion can be one of their many disturbing knacks.

"Like hell I am," I retort, relocating my common sense and trying to plug it back on.

His stare hardens. "And like hell I'm leaving you here on your own."

"I hate to break it to you, but my personal safety doesn't concern you. alpha," I load the word with as much mockery as he handed me earlier. Yes, I hold grudges. Sue me.

The blood pack alpha proves again that he is unpredictable when he smirks instead of smitting an apology out of me. From what I heard, a normal wolf's temper wouldn't hold a candle to an alpha's. And that is saying something damn substantial because normal wolves are said to be creatures that don't favor being opposed. They're probably no fans of witticism, too.

"Something happens to you and I'm stuck in the police department for a whole morning. Needless to fucking say, it is not a favorite place of mine. So guess what, you stand on my domain, your safety concerns me."