I Am The Luna

The Luna For Me

A Novella of Atticus and Adriana

ATTICUS

My name is Atticus Payne, and I am the alpha of the Whispering Mountain Pack. It is one of the strongest packs around, one that is known for its impressive and secure location. I am known for my power, strength and of course, my New Year's Eve parties.

I am thirty-eight years old, single, and no longer infatuated with another alpha's woman. Yet I am not ready to face the woman that the Goddess has bound me to. Not because she does not appeal to me, but because I don't know how to understand or comprehend that someone can be made for me. That this... intense pull is more than just an incredible attraction.

It is a pull I do not understand, one I could not have imagined to be of such calibre despite being told about it. I don't want that to blind me, to influence my decision.

Are we compatible? I'm not even sure. Our backgrounds are extremely different, but I have seen opposites work together extremely perfectly before. Do I like her for her, or is this illusion because she was 'meant' for me?

And then, I don't want her to think I'm just settling for her because she's my fated. I know she knows about my previous feelings for Zaia Toussaint-King and that just makes it worse. I wonder how that makes her feel? Just the thought that makes my stomach twist with guilt.

My fingers run across the keys of the piano, playing a tune fuelled by my frustration, confusion, and restlessness. She has stolen my peace and sleep. There is not a day that passes when I do not think about her.

The luna that is meant for me.

The luna that I have denied myself.

I slam my hands on the keys as I lower my head, exhaling in frustration.

Adriana Hidalgo, the brave, audacious woman who had entered my room and rejected me when I was butt-naked. That in itself was fucking mortifying. I scrub my palm down my face, remembering one of the last times I had talked to her at Mom's wedding.

(FLASHBACK - THREE MONTHS AGO - HUGH & SHELBY'S WEDDING)

Her scent fills these halls like an intoxicant. It's the day of the wedding and Valerie made it pretty clear that Adriana wants to move her sister, although it isn't really ideal, considering the condition of her health.

No matter how much I wanted to go talk to her, to tell her that Ada would be safe here, I find it difficult to face her. I don't

know how I'll react when I come face to face with her. But at the same time I know what she's going through. I'm going to lose my mother, and she, her sister.

She's in there at the moment, and when I see the coast is clear I knock on the door before opening it. She's standing there gazing down at her sister, her arms wrapped around herself. The most vulnerable I have probably seen her.

She instantly straightens up, slipping her hands into her back pockets, that defiant spark back in her eyes as she spares me a fleeting glance before she turns her attention back to her sister.

But despite her uncaring attitude, her heart is pounding. I look her over. That fitted grey top with long sleeves emphasising every single curve of her sexy body. It sticks to her stomach, and I'm impressed to see the faint outline of her abs.

Swallowing, I look away. "I know you want to move her, but as you know it's not ideal, not for her. You can rest assured if you want, I can put something in order that you can visit her whenever you wish, and I will make sure to stay out of your way... if that is what you want."Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

She clenches her jaw, sighing, as if I'm annoying her. "You could have sent this message by someone else. Maybe then I would have considered it," she says icily, now turning her stunning green eyes on me.

She's gorgeous...

"I apologise for that..." I step closer and look down at her. "Consider it. I know how hard it is to have someone I love bedridden... don't let your hatred for me stop-"

"Just stop. This isn't about you, and stop with the 'if you don't want to see me, if you hate me' rubbish! Just shut up, you fucking idiot." She shoves passed me, sending an electrifying current through me, but somehow her words are a far stronger shock to the system.