An Alphas Call

Chapter 9: Luna Material

As the large pack house came into site, I could feel my hands start to shake slightly... many memories of mine reside in this building, none good and all covered in pain and blood.

Kiara squeezes my hand reassuringly before leading me through the large double doored entry. The large hall looked exactly the same, nothing had changed. The marble stairway infront of me was just as shiny as always and the black tiled floor sparkled just the same. If it wasn't for my previous encounters with this building, I would feel impressed. But I know what lurks beneath all the architectural beauty... a dungeon where the scream's of those trapped, go unheard.

"This way Cassady!"

Kiara leads me into a large room filled with long wooden tables, all occupied by dozens upon dozens of men, woman and children.

The amazingly mouth watering smell of freshly cooked food, does little to distract me from the amount of eyes that are currently glued to my figure.

Some look on with suprise, some with admiration and some as though they are assessing me, to see if I really am Luna material. I can answer that one for them... I'm not even close to being fit for such a role. 

"Continue with your food! The Luna will introduce herself formally another time."

The loud sound of Darius' deep baritone voice cuts throughout the room. My eyes unconsciously snap to the man sitting on the end of one of the long oak tables, his eyes already glued on me. I can't help but shrink a little under his intense gaze.

Kiara leans into my ear before gently whispering to me.

"Don't worry, it's just breakfast. I'll be at the table on the far end."

With that she walks of, but not before sending me another encouraging smile, before sitting next to a group of young men, all extremely well built. I could tell straight away they were pack warriors.

My attention is instantly snapped from them, as Darius' voice invades my ears once again.

"Come."

His voice demanding, yet soft, sends a shiver down my spine, as he beckons me over towards the seat residing empty next to him.

My feet move on their own; their pace slow and apprehensive. As I reach the chair, I hesitate slightly, I was nervous to say the least.

I hear a heavy sigh escape the Alpha before he orders me to sit.

I do so without making eye contact, keeping my eyes heavily glued onto the oak table in front of me.

Nothing more is said as we eat. I want to ask him about his presence in my room last night. I had smelt him, there was no mistaking his scent, but I decided against it, instead trying to focus on eating the meal infront of me.

The taste of sweet pancakes, swirling with delicious syrup, does little to distract me from the overwhelmingly intense presence of the man sitting next to me. His existence demands respect; consumed with furoscious dominance and overwhelming power.

I find myself taking a few sneaked glances, every now and then. The way his eyes roam the room, as if danger could burst in at any moment. Even in such a casual setting, he is on constant alert incase of unforseen threats to his pack. I can't help but admire him for that... he may be cruel, but at least he cares for his pack members.

A pang of pain flares in my chest. If only he'd shown that sort of compassion towards me when I was thrown at his feet, a scared, harmless and utterly broken 17 year old girl, who had just lost everything she'd ever known. Maybe things would be different between us, maybe I would love him as I was supposed to... instead of fearing him with my life.