Page 1 of My Only Luna

Pain

Elijah

Ihave just stepped out of the girls’ toilets, satisfied with Angela’s reaction. Knowing that someone else knows and reacted positively gives me a little more hope that maybe not everyone will react negatively. If Scarlett has some people on her side, she will find it easier when we tell everyone. Maybe I should tell the boys soon, especially since Hank fucking knows.

But even the thought of that bastard doesn’t ruin my mood, a smile never leaving my lips as I head back to the others.My Kitten is so fucking perfect.

I haven’t even reached the doors to the hall when I hear a shout.

“Elijah! Help!” I hear a cry. I turn sharply, my instincts making me break into a run. I know that voice. It’s Fiona.

Fiona?! Fiona!

There’s no answer. Rounding the corner, I catch her scent and follow it. It leads me to one of the several private rooms. I try the handle, but it’s locked.

I can hear her shouts coming from inside. Fuck! They’re toofaint for even a human to pick them up over the sound of the music, although it isn’t as loud as it is inside the main part of the club, it’s still loud.

“Open up!” I snarl.

“Elijah! Elijah, help me!” Fiona’s sobs come from inside.

“Shut it, bitch!” I hear the growl.

Fuck!

Stepping back, I rush to the door, ramming my shoulder into it and rip it off its hinges. I run inside, catching the stench of a rogue. My nostrils flare as I glare at the half-undressed burly man who is straddling Fiona, who is still struggling beneath him as he tries to kiss her.

Tears stream down her cheeks as she looks at me, terrified.

A low growl tears from my throat, my Alpha aura rolling off me. The rogue tenses, turning his gaze towards me. He growls and lunges at me. Rogues don’t obey alphas nor are they bound to them, and it is clear this one is no different, but I am far stronger than any mutt.

The only problem is I can’t rip his throat out without causing a mess in this place. It’s human territory, and our existence must remain hidden. In a flash I close the gap between us, ripping him off Fiona and slamming him to the ground, his head making a sickening crunch upon impact.

He groans in agony as he digs his claws into my shoulders, but I pull away roughly. The man grabs my jacket, tearing it off me as I deliver a roundhouse kick to his shins, throwing him back.

He staggers back and I punch him with full force in the centre of his forehead, knocking him out cold. I let his body fall back to the ground, kicking him. My eyes glimmer with rage.

He isn’t dead, although he should be for what he tried. But he’ll be out for a while, and I want him taken in for questioning.

Rogue attacks are becoming more and more common. Although rogues are meant to be lone wolves, things are changing. I wonder when lone wolves got that brave to form small groups and trespass into pack territories.

Hank, get the fuck to the private rooms. Fiona’s been attacked.I mind-link him before I walk over to the woman who is sitting on the bed, sobbing.

The fuck? I’m on my way!At least the bastard cares for his sister.

Her dress has been torn off her and lies shredded on the floor, leaving her in just her underwear. I’m glad I got here in time. She is unharmed, although she is clearly distraught. Her body is shaking as she hugs herself.

“He tried to rape me,” she sobs.

Aaron, I need you to come to the rooms in the back. We have a rogue who almost attacked Fiona. He needs to be taken in. Do you copy?

Roger that, Alpha, I’m on it,Aaron’s reply comes.

“What were you doing out here?” I ask Fiona.

“I came looking for you.” She breaks into more sobs as she gets off the bed, staring at the man on the ground.

She rushes to the door, stumbling over herself as if wanting to put distance between herself and the rogue. Tears spill down her cheeks as she runs into the hall. I sigh as I follow her out of the room.

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