I Refuse to Be Your Luna

Ch. I Refuse to Be Your Luna 8 I Refuse to Be Your Luna 8

Alpha Damian’s POV

I watched as Flourish stormed out of the Stonehedge villa, her hips swaying softly as she strutted into her car. Her eyes locked onto mine before the driver pulled away, that same defiant expression on her face.

“What you remember is irrelevant, Damian.”

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I chuckled despite myself. The way she said my name was alluring in ways it wasn’t supposed to be, and if not that I knew how stubborn she could get, I would have insisted.

My wolf purred softly at the thought of her.

My Little Flower.

Even after seven and a half years, she was still so charming. I wonder if

“Alpha Damian?” A soft voice called behind me.

I turned to find a frail looking she–wolf, all soft features and an aura that made her look… precious.

But my wolf rejected her immediately, already restless in my head and urging me to get away from her. I snarled, my lips curled up in disgust.

“What?”

She flinched at my response, bit her lip, and proceeded to try again. “I just…I was hoping you would remember me. I didn’t get to formally say hi after you returned,” she said softly.

I kept my gaze on her, my nostrils flaring as Harold’s scent all over her got to me.

“And what on this moon goddess’s earth, would make you think I would want to say ‘hi‘ to you either way?” I retorted, allowing my alpha waves flare at her.

She lowered her head in submission by instinct, her hands trembling. “I…I thought you would remember-”

“Remember what? That you’re Rowan’s mate? What exactly is so special about that? Did you contribute to how much he served my brother?” My anger was starting to rise.

I tilted her chin upward, forcing her gaze to meet mine. “Rowan died five years ago. You didn’t die within a year, so your bond with him severed successfully and you should be fine. Moon sickness is tough, but even the most foolish wolf can sense that it is no longer in your system.”

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She gasped, her eyes widening as she stumbled back. “What did you- How did you…”

“How did I what? Uncover your stupid lie?” I dropped my gaze to the band across her ankles. A bloodroot band, only visible to people who have some history with the plant. It masks reality, and creates an illusion for everyone else to see.

They say it chooses you, not the other way around.

It used to be an ancient technique used by warriors back when the Alphas could never come to an agreement on territory. But all that ended with Alpha Magnus‘ reign, and no one has been able to use it since then.

Except her.

I increased the dominance of my Alpha waves, crushing her wolf until she whimpered softly. “I don’t know what you plan to achieve with this, but I will find out, Phina. Your fragile act is silly and pathetic.”

I walked out, leaving her trembling before withdrawing my waves.

When I got to the banquet room, Harold had finally returned, and was getting a very serious glare stance from Grandpa.

I smirked a bit and walked to my seat.

“Finally, Harold. Mind telling us why you left your family and your mate unattended for almost two hours?” I asked, amusement in my tone.

Phina slowly walked into the room then, clutching the sash of her gown tightly. She locked eyes with me before looking away instantly, her fragile mask slipping back on as she sat beside Harold.

“She’s not my mate yet,” Harold spit out. He had tried to mind link me while I confronted Phina, probably because of my Alpha waves, but I didn’t respond.

He understood now.

I was threatening her.

I held his gaze down, daring him to say what he knew he couldn’t.

I stroked my beard. “She would have been, if you didn’t miss the Rite yesterday. But go on, explain to us.”

Harold’s jaw ticked. His fists clenched under the table as he fought for words to say, and before he could, that white witch spoke up.

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“Um…it’s my fault. The healers were being too rough and Alpha Harold had to dress himself. He didn’t know how to, so he made them teach him.”

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“Phina, that’s not-” Harold cut her off, his hand casually resting at the back of her chair.

“No, it is. I didn’t mean to cause any trouble. And I can see that Lady Flourish has left already,” she lowered her head and pretentiously wiped a tear from her eyes.

I stared at her.

“Please everyone, pardon me. I am not usually like this,” she looked to all the Alphas on the table, deliberately avoiding my eyes. “Please forgive me. I can go find Lady Flourish now to apologize.”

She turned to grandpa. “Alpha Magnus, you know me better than this, please pardon Harold. He was only helping me out.”

Grandpa stared at her for a bit as the room held its breath. His expression softened a bit, mostly because Phina had begun to actually cry.

“It’s alright, Phina,” Grandpa finally said.

The room exhaled. Even Harold physically relaxed, and the tension radiating from his wolf vanished. Phina smiled weakly, leaning into Harold as he wiped her tears.

I only observed quietly, staring intently at Phina, Harold, and Grandpa. Harold didn’t even ask where Flourish had gone.

He was more concerned on how Phina was clearly fake crying but he was blinded by goddess knows what that it was starting to irritate me.

At some point, I got up. “Grandpa, as much as I would love to spend the night, I have important to attend to back home.”

My mom, Lady Daciana snapped her head to me. “Damian, it’s late. And you’ve already had a few drinks. Are you sure you can handle it?”

“Mother, how old am I again?”

She bit her lip. “You can be thirty five or eighty, but I’ll still worry about you.”

I smirked. “Mom, I’ll be fine.”

I nodded to my dad, Alpha Ragnar. “Dad, I’ll send a formal invitation at a later date. We still have that thing to talk about.”

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He nodded at me. “Okay son.”