The Mate Named Luna

Two

Zayn

After swallowing Luna in a hug, she attempted to push me off of her. My arms only tightened, and the lengthy hunter gave up. Luna was still tense and clearly uncomfortable. I drew back from her slowly, keeping my grip around her still. I knew part of the bullet was still in my chest, hence the white-hot pain. But the moment I sensed her awake, I had to see her.

Luna looked at me. "Okay, let's set some things straight," she started, her dark-brown hair glittering from the sunlight filtering in from the window.

"A, I an not your mate. B, I can tell some of the bullet must still be there, because you look like your about to die. And C, why am I wearing a man's shirt and what the hell have you done with my stuff?"

My wolf growled within me, hating how she was talking to us with that much authority. I closed my eyes and reopened them. A sigh escaped my lips.

"Safety precautions, and wanted there to be something on you with my scent."

Luna scoffed, crossing her pale arms. "So putting me in just one your shirts was the best you could come up with? What, couldn't rub your scent on my clothes?" She bit, rolling her brown orbs.

I loosened my grip for only a second, and she managed to jump out of it, landing perfectly on two feet. Her scent intoxicated the duvet, and it was going to send my wolf into a frenzy so we could mark her. She settled herself onto the daybed, stretching her long legs across the royal blue cushion. I have never been more jealous of a piece of furniture. I stood up, wincing at the pain in my chest.

Luna chuckled at me like a parent does to a child when they do something stupid like run into a wall.

"You should get the other part of that bullet out," she suggested with a knowing smirk.

"And if I don't?" I challenged.

"Eh, nothing really," Luna started, examining her nails. "Just you should think about who's gonna take over your pack and plan your funeral."

My body stiffened. "But that's the thing, we don't know how to." I said slowly, knowing that I was one to lose my patience.

Luna was taken aback for a second as we locked gazes, meaning my eyes had changed to their icy color. The girl's face brightened.

"I know how to, but I'll only do it if I get my bow and arrow back."

A groaned and pinched the bridge of my nose. "Alright fine."

Her eyes widened, and earned me a million-dollar smile. My wolf tried to force himself to take over, purring at the thought that what I had said made her smile. The uneasiness slowly started to cease, and I heaved a sigh of relief.

"I'm gonna need another one of my bullets," Luna said, holding her hand out.

♔

I lead her to my study, where it's soundproof so no-one could hear what would go on inside. She stepped in, but stopped suddenly. Luna looked at me over shoulder causing the hem of the shirt to ride up a little. I stumbled, and she caught my arm. My breathing was heavy, and I had a mind-blowing headache.

"They know I'm here, and they don't seem happy for us to be alone in a sound proof room." She shook her head, her long chocolate-colored locks moving with her. I tossed her the small wooden box causing her to look up at me surprised.

"C'mon, off with the shirt then," Luna ushered, flicking her pale hands back and forth. Her pastel-blue painted nails caught the lighting as her fingers moved.

I replied with the sound of my shirt being pulled over my head. I shut myself off from the mind-link with pack, focusing all of my senses on the girl before me. I watched her eyes roam for a modest second. Her captivating gaze quickly shifted to where the scar was. Luna brought herself close to me, two fingers pressed carefully on opposing sides of the thin metal bullet. The girl maneuvered her brown hair to the other shoulder.

Placing a fingernail under a thin line, she flicked the top off and I watched it fall to the wooden floor.

Stretching her arm out, she manages to dump the crushed plant into the trash can. Her swirling brown orbs traveled over my facial features. She took a sudden stride back, pulling me with her. The girl places herself to me as close as possible. Her long fingers are settled on either side of my face, the difference in complexion obvious.

"It's getting worse," she noted looking around the room. "I don't think you should keep standing." I felt her arm wrap around my waist as she guided me to the black leather couch.

I felt really tired, and every movement felt as if I was being shot over again. I watched as Luna fished around for something in a small bag in a corner. She was bent over, revealing her underwear. I shifted my gaze elsewhere when she turned back, pulling a thick black glove over her fingers. Slowly, she lowered herself to straddle me, part of her long legs dangling off the couch.

The gloved hand came to cover my mouth. Luna leaned forward, her lips dangerously close to my ear.

"This is might sting a lot." Luna swiftly pulled back, and shoved the bullet through the wound.

A scream shook my body, and I felt like I was being stabbed repeatedly. But, as fast as the mind-blowing pain was there, it was gone. Luna simply placed a finger on my chest. Drifting my eyes to where her finger was, I was surprised and stunned to find the scar gone.

"Thanks." I mumbled.

"Can't have you dieing and having your pack go after me can I?" 

Luna started to get up. But I gripped her hips, twisting so her back hit the cool leather of the couch. Goosebumps trailed up her arm from my touch. Her scent was so strong it made me slightly dizzy and my wolf going insane. Leaning down, I pressed my lips to hers. I felt her body tense beneath me, but it quickly relaxed and she pushed her hand through my hair. My wolf kept repeating that I should take advantage of our position and mark her.

For once I happily obliged, pulling my lips from hers sinking my sharp canines into her silk like flesh.