Page 3 of My Only Luna

I let out an anguished howl, rushing into the woods. I hear a distant howl and know it is Elijah, but I don’t care. He played me. He fucking played me!

He’ll have an excuse ready. He’ll charm his way back in and then hurt me all over. I don’t want to know what, or why, he had his arms around her whilst she was naked. I don’t care about anything anymore than putting distance between us.

I don’t want to see those guilt-filled, blue eyes he’ll put on to try to win me over. I’ve had enough.

My silver fur is a blur as I keep running, not realising where I am going until I stop at the sight of a familiar cottage.

The door opens before I even reach it. The welcoming glow of Grandma Amelia’s cottage calling to me. The woman herself gives me a gentle smile.

“Come on in, dear. I had a feeling you would be stopping by.”

I let out a pitiful whimper, trotting inside. Amelia shuts the door, locks it, and draws the curtains over the small window at the front. I go over to the rug near the hearth that is dimly lit. Curling up, I hide my face behind my paws, whimpering softly. Amelia sighs.

“I’ll put on some tea, shall I?” she offers as she walks off to the kitchen area, pouring some milk into a saucepan. She takes her time, and I’m grateful, not wanting to speak to her right now, although I know I’ll have to soon. I can smell the cinnamon and cardamom that she’s adding to the pot.

“Hmm, now where did I put the sugar pot?” she hums, walking around the kitchen.

I appreciate her giving me time. It’s one of the reasons I love Grandma Amelia. She always understood me, understood what I needed, and gave me space. Once the welcoming smell of tea brewing fills the small cottage, I lift my head.

“Why don’t you go and get yourself something to wear from my closet? As much as I respect nudists, I am not having your naked behind on my chair,” she says, making me smile slightly in my head, despite the pain I feel in my chest.

I get up and head to the bedroom, nudging the door open with my nose and step inside. I shift, my bones breaking and readjusting in seconds before I stand stark naked in Amelia’s bedroom. The smell of tea tree and lavender oil mixed with Amelia’s own scent fills the room, comfortingly.

I walk over to her wardrobe, opening it. I pull out a white shirt and some jeans. Putting them on, I look in the mirror, tucking the oversized shirt into the pants. My eyes are puffy and red, and my makeup is smudged, but what is most noticeable is the pain that is clear in my soft green orbs.

Taking a deep breath, I try to school my emotions into passiveness, but it is futile. I can’t. The image of Elijah and Fiona in each other’s arms… I close my eyes as fresh tears stream down my cheeks.

“I hate you,” I whisper. I despise how I have fallen so deeply for him, although the strong, conflicting emotions from my wolf tell me to believe in and trust him. I had waited, but instead, he had just started stripping. I have never hated Fiona, but now I am beginning to dislike her a lot.

Why would Elijah pick me when he has someone sweet, pretty and fragile like Fiona to choose instead?

The perfect princess for any alpha male to protect and be possessive over, one who would love his protection. I am not the type to need a hero or the type to cling to a man’s arm and act all pretty. I feel upset and broken, leaning against the wall next to the mirror.

I’m so foolish… I told myself that I never should have lowered my walls. Thatthiswould happen.

Elijah… a fresh wave of tears fills my eyes and I wipe them angrily.

I’m pathetic.

“You are not pathetic, Scarlett,” I tell myself. Even if my heart is breaking into pieces, I have to stay strong. “You are an alpha… you don’t need anyone.” Although I say the words, I don’t really believe them. Knowing Elijah had my back made me feel safe. He had become my haven, even if I didn’t need it. It felt good.

I shake my head, unable to accept what happened.

Would he really betray me like that?I close my eyes, about to replay the scene of him and Fiona, but just then the bedroom door opens.

Grandma Amelia stands there, her arms crossed, and looks me over as I stand there slumped against the wall.

“Oh, don’t drown in self-pity. Come, the tea will get cold!”

I sigh, pushing myself away from the wall, and follow her out of her room. We both walk over to the table and Grandma Amelia sits down. Two mugs of steaming, full-fat milk tea sit on the table with a plate of homemade jam biscuits. I don’t know what it is, but just the sight of the welcoming table makes me drop into my seat and break into another storm of tears.

Grandma Amelia picks up her mug and takes a small sip of the hot tea. She lets me cry my heart out as she remains silent,drinking her tea. Once she’s finished, and my tears have eased up, she takes my cup to reheat and returns with some facial wipes as well. She places the tea and wipes down, sighing.

“Don’t you think it was rather reckless to fall in love so close to the Blood Moon?” she asks, now giving me a sharp look. I look up, my eyes wide and puffy, the tip of my nose red from all the crying. I take a tissue from the box on the table and blow my nose.

“Who said I’m in love?” I ask, my voice breaking. She observes me wearily before shaking her head.

“Only a woman in love with a man would behave so foolishly. What does he have that you need? I mean, apart from the dangly sausage between his legs?” Her remark makes me laugh and cry at the same time. Grandma Amelia reaches for the wipes, taking a few out, and passes them to me. “Now, how about you wipe that gunk off your face and tell me what has the young alpha done to make you so upset?”

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