The Alpha's Son

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LUNA CEREMONY

AZAZEL's P.O.V

Exactly two months had passed since I woke up in the hospital.

It turns out I had been comatose for three weeks in which the pack healer and the pack doctor worked hand in hand to try to keep me, and I quote, “away from the light”.

Typical of them.

If I was the one staring at my unconscious mate, I probably would've lost hope.

Of course it would hurt, but I found it easier to come to terms with reality than to cling onto something that might not even happen.

But I should've known my silly mate's faith in the Moon Goddess tramp would never falter. He could feel me, just a little through the mate-bond and that was enough to keep him sane.

Kruel had waited for me to regain my consciousness and had barely slept or eaten while I wasn't awake. He thought that if I was in such a terrible state because of trying to save him, then he had to punish himself by denying himself the bodily necessities.

To others, it seemed sweet and heartwarming but to me?... To me, that was a whole load of sappy drama and I couldn't think of anything more stupid.

I knew the man couldn't stop blaming himself but that didn't give him the right to worry everyone else by not taking care of himself, and because I didn't like his state a single bit, I had to nurse the bâstard back to fūcking health, even though I was recuperating myself.

I was pretty pissed at him but my mate had a crafty and intimate way of getting me to give it up. I won't go into details but I'd have angry make-up sex with Kruel any day. He fūcking blew my mind, literally, and I couldn't find it in myself to stay angry with him.

Especially since today was supposed to be the best day of my life and it was asked of me to be on my best ‘behavior’.

Too much time had been wasted on sleeping around with Kruel (which I'm definitely not complaining about), and trying to get back to my normal, healthy self but this needed to be done as soon as possible and I wasn't going to waste another second. 

It was my Luna Ceremony and I was a little more than fūcking nervous.

"Is our Luna afraid of a little ceremony?" Amber teased as she traced a dark pattern on my arm.

As every Luna Ceremony tradition went, I was to get a couple of various tribal-like marks along both my arms and left leg, and the pack symbol on the side of my right thigh, on display for the whole pack to see.

Yep, my two-piece outfit was that revealing.

If you could even call the flimsy materials clothes.

All I had to cover my body with was a strapless navy blue cropped top that held onto me tightly like a boob tube so that the tribal marks didn't somehow rub off of my skin. For my lower body, I had a practically see-through midnight blue skirt that swept the top of my feet with slits that ran up all the way to my waist, a navy blue short the only thing that hid my rear and my front.

The only thing making me comfortable with it all was the fact that I didn't care about being naked.

We were werewolves after all.

We practically walked around in our birthday suits on a daily basis.

That didn't concern me nearly as much as going through the whole thing did.

And I was thankful for the distraction Amber and Sapphire offered me.

Surprisingly enough, Amber was just the right amount of friendly and quirky that I could tolerate while Sapphire, who couldn't stop complaining about the heat due to her pregnancy, leaned towards the ‘I may not look like it, but I'll kill you if you piss me off’ side.