Autumn Moon

Chapter eight

Autumns POV

The room Ashton has given me was beautiful. After the initial shock of seeing the huge bed again and the beautiful colors that Mica and Ashton had picked out; Ashton showed me around the huge room. When you walk in you see the bed on the left wall and in front of it there is a tv mounted on the wall with an entertainment center underneath. To the right of the bed is two doors that lead to a balcony. To the left of the bed is a huge closet; and on the wall beside the door to the room is a small desk with a computer. On the same wall as the tv there is a dresser with a mirror and to the right of the entertainment center there is another door that leads to a huge bathroom. Inside the bathroom it was painted in the same gray that the bed room is and there was a huge garden tub and a marble shower. On the same side as the door there was a makeup vanity and on either side of the vanity were sinks.

"So, I hope you like it." Ashton said scratching the back of his neck.

We were back in the main part of the room and Ashton was sitting in the desk chair and I was on the bed. I looked around the room once more in awe.

"I- I love it..." I breathed.

Ashton smiled. But soon his smiled faded.

"Well since I have shown you all of this... could- could you tell me your name?" He asked softly.

I smiled and looked at my hands.

"Autumn." I said with a smile, thinking about my full name that my parents gave me. "Autumn Moon."

He looked at me like he was in love. His eyes sparkled in the dim light of my new room.

"Autumn Moon." He said.

The sound of him saying my full name, sent chills up my spine and made my wolfs fur stand up; but in the good way.

"I love it." He said with a smile.

"My parents wanted to name me after the harvest moon, but she didn't want to necessarily name me harvest; so inset she named me Autumn since that's the time of the year you harvest your crops." I explained.

Ashton watched me talk. His eyes glued to my lips. I started to become uncomfortable, and I think he noticed. As I stoped talking, he realized he was staring and quickly turned away. It got quite for a moment and I hugged my arms. I was a bit chilly as I only had on a long t-shirt.

"Oh, I almost forgot. I had gotten you a couple outfits and some clothes to wear around the house." He said stepping into the closet and bringing out a couple bags. "My sister went and got the undergarments." He added.

I was in shock. Why is this man doing all this for me. Surly he didn't see me as his mate. I'm broken and not fit to be a Luna. Anyone could tell that.

I took the bags and placed them on the bed beside me. I pulled out a couple pair of skinny jeans and some cute shirts and found some regular t-shirts and a couple pair of sweats. I think he could tell i was in shock.

"Is everything okay?" He asked, looking down at me with worry in his eyes.

"I- I don't understand." I started, looking at everything I was just given.

A huge room fit for a queen and clothes. He even gave Mica his own room and bought him a whole wardrobe.

"What do you mean?" He asked.

"You have been so kind to us. You have given us so much in the little time we have been here. But why?" I asked. "You hardly even know us, but yet you have done so much. I just don't understand."

He looked at his feet and back at me. He was standing in front of me as I looked up at him from the bed where I was sitting Indian style.

"Because your my..." He stoped was he was saying and looked out the doors that led to the balcony. Sadness and jealousy filled his eyes.

I knew he was looking out to the playground.

When he was showing me around the room, he was sure to show me I could always keep an eye on Mica from my room if he wanted to go play.

As I saw his eyes find Mica, I knew he was going to reject me as his mate. I was used and another man had taken what was most prized to a mate. Especially the alpha. I had another mans child, and even though it may sound crazy. I wouldn't trade Mica for any of this. No mater who he came from.

"I- I'm your what?" I asked, barely above a whisper.

Tears threaten my eyes.

He shook his trying to erase the thoughts from his memory.

"Mica... he- he has a father. Your husband. Your mate. I'm sure he's out there looking high and low for you. Worried about you and his boy. Mica said he doesn't remember his dad..." He said, looking back down at me and trailed off mid sentence. 

I could tell he didn't want to believe it. Hurt was clear in his eyes as he said those words.

I could help but let out a small scoff.

"Mica doesn't have a father." I said harshly not realizing the tone I had.

I covered my mouth as soon as that came out. Ashton looked at me, surprised at my tone of voice and the hatred it was laced with.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say it that way." I apologized.

He shook his head as to say don't worry about it and had a concerned look on his face.

"What- what do you mean." He asked.

I looked out the doors. Suddenly become overprotective and worried about Mica.

"Do- Do you want to go out side?" I asked. "It would be better for me to explain out there watching Mica." I said, knowing I was going to need to be in a open space.

He nodded and helped me off the bed. We walked out on to the balcony and sat in the two chairs that were outside. A small table in between. I could already feel the tears threatening to spill over my cheeks as I found Mica playing with his new friends.

I smiled at the fact that Mica has friends. I still couldn't believe we were out of that hell hole. I also could t believe I was fixing to tell this man I just met my story. But he needed to know. Sooner or later. And I guess it was going to be sooner than later now.