The Mate Named Luna

Three

Sorry it took me a million years to update, been busy and haven't really felt like writing.

Luna

A small shocked gasp left my lips as Zayn pinned me under him. The boy's grip on me was strong, and I could feel my body stiffen. But as he slowly lowered himself and tenderly touched my lips with his, I quickly relaxed. I pushed a hand through his hair. He pulled back, and I stared dizzily into his eyes, brown meeting blue. Something flashed in his before guiding his feather like lips to the flesh of my neck.

My eyes widened in fear as I felt something sharp prick my skin. The hand entangled in Zayn's hair gripped harder. The other had knotted itself in the hem of the cologne-drenched shirt adorning my body. The sharp object pressed further into my neck. My lips opened for a scream to escape-- yet all that left was cold, bleak, and white swirls. The pain was undeniably heart-wrenching. I thrashed around underneath him that would pull me away the pain.

A frustrated growl strummed against my skin. I could feel his fingernails dig into my hips, and I wanted whatever was happening to dissolve and disappear. Slowly, the unbearable feeling was replaced with unbearable pleasure. My stomach twisted, and my mind went blank. The boy sat up, smiling. There was blood dotting his pink lips. It was then in his smile I noticed the pointed teeth, red. Regaining my thoughts I slowly brought a set of fingers to my neck gingerly. I winced as they ran over two small holes.

Pulling them back, my breath caught in my throat. They were tinted red, and it was then I slowly started feeling the sticky red liquid start down me neck. The metallic and copper smell clouded my nostrils.

"You did not." I muttered slowly, voice quivering.

He watched me with such intensity I didn't dare move. "I did." Zayn sighed, "I let my wolf get the best of me."

I stared at him. I slowly moved myself to the farthest I could get from the person. Which resulted huddled in the corner of the opposite side of the room. My hands shook violently, the room suddenly hot and the objects starting to blur. My brown eyes landed on my bow and bag of arrows. Zayn's eyes followed my gaze. Just as he pieced it together in his head, I already had scrambled and retrieved them.

Zayn moved to get off the couch, but I raised up the bow and held it in firing position. Chapped bottom lip trembling, I angled the arrow at his heart. "Don't even step another foot closer." I spat. His face was void of any emotion.

The door pushed open, and a girl stepped in.

She clucked her tongue. "Oh my god Zayn, did you really mark her without her permission? You were raised better, you're lucky I'm not your mother," She frowned at him and shook her head. "I'm sorry about him sweetie, I'm Lovette and you are?"

She was petite, with long brown hair that ended in ringlets. The girl wore heels along with a fluttery floral dress. She was tan, and despite her height she still had long tan legs. Flawless features on her face with a pimple no where in sight or any other skin damage. Her doe-like brown eyes widened when they landed on me, then slowly shifted to Zayn. She quickly snapped her gaze back to me, squinting and studying me for a second. Dimples highlighted her lips and teeth when she smiled at me, and her cheeks seemed to retain a glow when she did.

"Luna," I replied, lowering my bow, self-conscious and flawed in front of her. 

I gave her a small smile in return. The girl dropped her glossed lips to a thin straight line and crossed her tan arms as she turned back to Zayn. Her eyebrows danced together as she gave him a death glare. If looks could kill. Nothing was said but the two were obviously having a fight through their mind-link. I noticed a pile of my clothes, and I moved to get them. This seemed to snap Lovette's attention back to me.