moon's chosen

Three | The Scent

I awoke while it was still dark, my heart was going crazy as I looked down at the mark on my inner elbow.

Today was my second day. My second last day as a member of the Desar Oasia pack.

I took a quick shower then, went for a run along the grounds. As I returned to the house the sun had just kissed the horizon.

I entered the kitchen of the main house and made myself a bowl of granola and yoghurt.

I took my first spoon just as my mate entered the kitchen. My eyes swept over his form many times before I swallowed.

He was walking around like that?

In the morning?

Well the moon sure knows how to give them out.

"Morning." I mumbled.

"Hello, Katinka." my blessed ears. I was the first person he spoke to, that voice was a as raw as can be. Laden with sleep as it greets the morning.

The ever fabled morning voice that left me shook.

"Did you sleep well?"

He turned to look at me, his hooded eyes looked me up and down. I was leant over the counter as I ate out of my bowl. "Yes, and you?"

I thought about it, "I suppose so."

I returned to my bowl, I watched as he moved about the kitchen with such ease. Everything he did seemed amazing, yet he was making himself a bowl of cereal. He sat in the stool in front of me.

Even mates make the most mundane things enjoyable.

"Is your Alpha Female the one who is caring for the pack right now?"

I don't know why I said that. Why did that come out as an actual thought? And jus why did my thoughts escape my head.

Silence.

He seemed shocked by my question, "I figured since you labeled me Luna that spot was already taken."

It made sense.

He swallowed, "yes."

"Is she good in combat?"

"She's second to the Main Kappa's female." I nodded and took another spoon into my mouth.

She is as good as a main Kappa's female. I'm Main Kappa. I am the warrior of the pack.

"How good is she with mediation?"

"I handle that most of the time," yet I handled you out on the fields... As much as I wanted to rid the trophy I was certain Alpha had dangled a juicy price that could.

"Has she met war?"

"No." she has a frail mind.

"Does she have a voyager mark?"

"No." She knows little of the world beyond her pack.

Whatever she knows comes from here say or books, it's bad for any pack.

"Does she lead hunts?"

"All the time." I nodded again. I've always wondered what it would be like to make the first bite for the moon.

I suppose she wins in that regard.

I took another bite and watched him, I took a deep breath and sighed. There was an unsettling scent on his skin. One that had my instinct uneasy.

It was probably that pack bound bitch.

I swallowed. "How is her knowledge on the moon's ceremonies?" I asked.

"She is still learning." I know everything there is to know, he knows this too. I barely looked to a book when I traded marks.  I looked down at my spoon...

Just how long has she been in my place?

"Has she always cared for the pack when you left to aid others?" I asked.

"Yes, that's why she hasn't seen war. She has to protect the pack." I shoved the steel utensil into my mouth and slowly chewed. I can't imagine staying, it's not in my nature.

If that...

The thought of it is so suffocating.

...If that is what he expects of his Alpha female... A woman who can't out dominate an entire pack, know the ins and outs of war as he did, handle highly sensitive situations, and reads out from books to do the moon's work then.

I'd rather be Luna.

He probably didn't know it, but his insult was- never mind.

I'd rather be his mate and fight at his side. Our backs against each other as we met death's retrievers head on. Bathed in the blood of our enemies as we us our given silver.

I would rather be his mate and bask in the moon's glow ever so quietly. Listen as she flips pages, and read from a thick book with a questionable font.

I would rather be seen as a worthy opponent amongst the men, and not be second or third to the best warriors mate.

I would rather be praised for being born and being lucky enough to run into him on that faithful day.

I would rather have my body littered with these marks of my merit, have the mark of my pack imprinted on my thigh because I had to leave to grow.

I would rather be everything she's not.

I would rather be Luna than Alpha.

"How is she in bed?"

The last of my breakfast going into mouth. I watched him react, he went still.

Yes.

Now I know, he was being overly expressive just as I was. We both wanted the other to read them. I kept my face as blank as his.

Yes.

Now I know why i felt so uneasy. It is she who had herself wrapped up in his scent. A scent I didn't pay attention to until all thoughts of blood left my brain.

"Excuse me?"

Grabbed my bowl and put it in the sink, I opened the tap and let the water rinse it.

"How is she as a sexual partner?" I said directly.

I was asking a question I probably did not want to know the answer to. I was asking a question I too wouldn't want to be asked.

"She's alright...?" I raised an eyebrow, that sounded so unsure.

Yet by the look in his eyes he asked me the same, I shrugged. "I wouldn't know, did it once. It was my heat, hand holding was enough to please me." I played it off like it was nothing.

He didn't need to know how torn up I was about it. He didn't need to know that me going out on the battle field was the first time I saw the sun beyond the moon's cycle. "I guess I enjoyed it." I nicked a nerve.

We were even.

1 - 1

If we won't be even in the pack, I will level the score everywhere else.

"Do you have the list? I have to meet up with the carver, I will officiate the ceremony tomorrow."

He dug into the pocket of his pajama pants and extended the folded piece of paper over to me.

I made sure not not make any contact with his skin.

"Thank you," I said with a smile.

I pulled away, "I'll see you in the day."