Page 5 of My Only Luna

“Please don’t tell anyone about this. Can I just stay here until it’s over?”

She looks at me sympathetically. “Yes, of course, dear. But I should tell Jessica, Goddess forbid if this gets too rough, you know it could.”

“Don’t let anyone come here. I don’t want anyone to know,” I whimper as another jarring stab runs through me, making my body spasm and I feel the throbbing intensify in my core. “Oh fuck!”

“Yes, that’s exactly what you need, a good fuck. Are you sure you don’t want the Alpha here?” Grandma Amelia asks sceptically. I nod, whimpering at the pain that is wracking my body, not to mention the now obvious throbbing in my lower region. “Are you sure? Because if you say no, you know I’ll stick to it.” Grandma Amelia helps me to my feet with a grunt. “Oh, you are heavy…”

“I’m sure I am,” I whisper weakly, the image of Elijah pulling his top off fresh in my mind. Tears of mental and physical pain trickle out of my eyes as Amelia leads me to the bathroom.

“I’ll get some ice,” Grandma Amelia says, opening the cold tap. I whimper, it feels like my entire body is on fire and the ache between my legs is growing. My clothes suddenly feel too much. I strip my jeans off and get into the tub. It is barely even full atthe bottom, but I need the reprieve from the heat that is licking my body. The need for me to get rid of the ache in my core is growing. Fuck, I hate this. Grandma Amelia returns with a bag of ice.

“I’m afraid this is all I have. I’ll go get some more, you’re going to need it,” she says, torn between leaving me alone and getting more ice. I only nod as Grandma Amelia dumps the ice into the bath. A whimper escapes me, and the white shirt clings to my burning skin. The thought of Elijah fills my mind, imagining his lips all over me, his fingers working their magic. I push the thought away, frustration filling me.

“Please go, I need ice, more ice,” I yelp, frustrated, scratching at the mark on my neck, which is burning painfully.

“I know… I just don’t want to leave you alone. My house is a little away, what if someone comes here?” she asks hesitatingly. “Elijah asked through the mind-link not long ago if I’ve seen you.”

“Don’t tell him! I don’t need him. I don’t need anyone!” I cry, sinking into the water now that the tub is almost full. Grandma Amelia sighs.

“Okay…” She stands at the door, hesitating again before she wrings her hands. “Alright fine, I won’t tell anyone. I’ll go to the packhouse and get some ice packs from the kitchens.”

She hurries from the room and I hear her shuffling around for a few moments before I hear her leave, and the key turns in the door.

I close my eyes, taking deep, steady breaths as the pain returns.

Elijah

I am going out ofmy mind. Scarlett just vanished, and I have no idea where she’s gone. I checked at home. Everyone is asleep. It is late, but she’s not here. I can’t even pick up her scent! Fuck!

Angela is also looking for her, and I know from her face she is telling the truth.

Alpha.Aaron mind-links me.

What is it?I snap back.

Fiona’s crying, the rogue’s gone. She’s scared. Want to comfort her?

What? I told Hank to deal with it! How did he get away? Where the fuck is Hank?

I want to know the same, El, I’m not sure. Maybe he’s gone after the rogue? But it’s fucking weird because I can’t reach him through the mind-link.

Something about that makes my stomach twist with unease. I don’t think he’s gone after the rogue. I know what he knows.

My panic and concern for Red just became tenfold worse. She’s fucking out there, angry and upset and although she hasn’t said it, I am fucking sure that Hank was one of the men who had hurt her back then. I swear if he so much as touches a hair on her head...

Worry grows within me, eating up at me. I should never have let her out of my sight. I mind-link everyone I can reach, asking where Hank or Scarlett are, commanding some of my warriors and the pack’s best trackers to find them both.

I don’t care if I am being irrational. I need her found andI need her now and everyone can tell I fucking mean it. My emotions are driving me crazy; I’ve never felt anything like this. Fuck, I wish I never comforted Fiona. Heck, I have no fucking feelings for her.

“Kitten don’t do this,” I whisper, wishing I could mind-link her.

Does she really think I would cheat on her? Why would I when I have a goddess in my arms? Have I not expressed my feelings for her clearly enough? It fucking hurts, too. I really did think I was conveying what I felt for her well. Heck, I didn’t hold back.

I run towards the woods. Amelia’s! I should check there; she goes there often! Fuck!

Feeling a sliver of hope, I speed up coming to a stop when I see Amelia lugging a large bag towards her cottage. If the situation wasn’t so dire, I’d say it’s a body.

I turn and run down the hill, stopping the elderly woman in her tracks.

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