Page 6 of My Only Luna

“Boy! You scared me!” she shouts, placing a hand on her heart.

Grandma, have you seen Scarlett? She may not be safe,I say through the mind-link, my large wolf staring down at her. She hesitates, observing me calculatingly, almost as if she’s debating something.

“What danger?” she asks, making her way towards her cottage and I trot long.

I can’t tell you right now, but please tell me. Have you seen her?

“Not at all. I haven’t seen her,” she replies dismissively. We are nearing her cottage when I catch a hint of Scarlett’s scent onher.

You’re lying!I snarl, anger tearing through me. I break into a run, heading to her cottage. The wind rushes through my fur as I run as fast as I can. With every passing second, the unease within me is growing.

I can sense my wolf screaming at me to speed up. There is no place for doubting what I feel for her when not only me, but my wolf is also worried for her. We both want her.

“Elijah! She does not want to see you!” Amelia shouts, huffing under the weight of the large bag of ice, although she’s keeping up pretty well. “You need to understand you can’t be around her!”

I don’t care. I need to see her! I just need to make sure she’s safe!My reply is ice cold, my Alpha aura rolling off me. But before she replies, the cottage comes into sight, and I slow down.

The most intoxicating smell hits my nose. Although it’s faint, I know what it is and who it belongs to. I feel myself throb. Hard.

Fuck, she’s in heat.

I round the front and my heart plummets.

“She is perfectly safe. She said she doesn’t want you near her! Now get…” Amelia’s words die on her lips when she, like me, stares at the entrance of her cottage.

The door hangs wide open, hanging on one hinge.

“Oh my…”

She doesn’t need to tell me that she didn’t leave it like that.

Red, fuck! Please be ok!

I rush inside, my heart in my throat…

In the End

Scarlett

Iwhimper. The burning pain that wracks my body, paired with my throbbing core is something I never wanted to experience.

At least I’m not at Zidane’s pack. If I was, he would probably let any male who wants to, have fun with me.

I hate this. It is unfair how it is the women who go through so much.Stupid alphas, stupid men. I wonder why I am not interested in women – women are more compassionate, and more understanding. Yeah, that would have been better.

Fuck, this hurts.

I have heard that there is something called the haze that men can go through, but we can all agree that if a man is marked, he is surely going to fuck the woman who’s marked him. I have never heard of anyone experiencing the haze. I swear as agony wracks my body once again. Pain and pleasure.

“Oh, fuck,” I breathe. Reaching down in the water, I part my legs, letting my finger find my clit and began rubbing circles on it. It isn’t enough. In fact, it does nothing to ease this torture. I yell in frustration as my body aches for so much more. Theburning heat is too much.

I hear something, trying to stifle my screams when I hear the slamming of the front door.

Oh, Grandma’s back with the ice! I quickly push my shirt down, expecting Amelia to enter at any moment. The heat is licking my blistering skin, and I need more ice fast.

“Please hurry, Grandma,” I call out desperately, trying to sit up when another jarring spasm of pain racks my body. Through the haze, I wonder why the footsteps sound different. I would recognise Amelia’s footsteps anywhere – brisk and light.

I groan in pain as I wait for her, not noticing that someone has already entered the bathroom until I sense an intense gaze on me and hear a low growl. It is only then that the scent of the person behind me hits, and my heart sinks.Why is he here?My heart thuds as I turn my head.

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