Not Just A Luna; I Am Alpha!

Chassy

“I don’t know what I will do to Ethan,” Xander said. He was so worried about his son, and I understood him. After the send-off, the boy did not talk to anyone but me. But I was always away, and during those times, he was in his room. I didn’t know what I would do either, but because I was the one he wanted to talk to, I decided to stay in the pack more often and only go out at night, which my mate didn’t want either.

“Give him time; the boy lost his mother,” I replied. He sighed heavily, so I capped his face with both my hands and said, “He’s going to be fine. He’s strong; I could feel it. He is your son, so he’ll get through this soon and before you know it.”

“Thank you for being here. For looking after Ethan. I know that at some point, you’ll feel tired. But I hope that you’re not going to take it against me and leave again.”

“That’s not going to happen. We talked about this already.” I replied,

“I know that you only agreed to come back to me because of the threat to our kind,” he said in a low voice.

“At first, yes. But deep inside, I know that I still want you. And with Thea, she intensified that feeling. That’s why I let something happen to us the third time.” I said, smiling. He shouldn’t think about it anymore because I already accepted Ethan, especially now that he lost Sena, and I am the one who could give him the mother figure he will need as he grows up.

“Chas, about Silas.” He said, “I know and I believe you when you say that he is your mate as well. I’m sorry if I am going to be this selfish, but I didn’t want to share you with anyone else, especially a vampire.”

“Let’s not talk about him yet. I am not sure about it either, and unless we see each other, I don’t have any way to confirm it.”

“But you are still into that possibility.”

“I don’t deny that. But, as I already said, I’m not yet sure. Maybe I was wrong. I mean, the scent was so faint.”

“Exactly, and you can still smell it while I can’t. None of us could, but you.”

“Xander–”

“Can’t you just be mine? Alone?” He asked, almost pleading. But I can’t give him an answer as much as I want to say yes. He would only get mad at me if I did, and I didn’t want that.

“This is not the right time to talk about it. I can’t decide on that now.” I replied. He sighed, and I could feel the heaviness in his heart. No one would want to share the woman they love with anyone. I understand that. But he had to; we are not like any other creature.Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

“I’m sorry if I have to say that,” he said with his head down.

My heart echoed with a symphony of conflicting emotions, a delicate dance between the warmth of affection and the cool breeze of uncertainty. Xander’s words lingered in the air, a declaration that stirred the depths of my being. As we stood beneath the moonlit canopy, I grappled with the revelation that he didn’t want to share me with Silas.

The moon above cast its silver glow upon us, and in that ethereal light, I searched Xander’s eyes for understanding. The connection we shared, woven through the intricacies of the mate bond, pulsed with a resonance that echoed through my soul. Yet the weight of Xander’s words introduced a nuanced complexity to our union.

A whirlwind of emotions stirred within me-a blend of gratitude for Xander’s possessive declaration and a subtle pang of longing for the freedom I once sought. The idea of being fiercely desired by Xander tugged at the strings of my heart, a testament to the depth of our connection.

As I looked at Xander, I saw the conflict mirrored in his eyes-the struggle between protecting what was his and honoring the essence of my spirit. I felt a surge of tenderness for him, an acknowledgment of the vulnerability that lurked beneath his alpha exterior. His desire to shield me from others, especially Silas, spoke volumes about the intensity of his emotions.

In the quietude of the moonlit night, I took a moment to collect my thoughts. I appreciated his protective instincts, recognizing the depth of his commitment to our bond. Yet, a gentle breeze of nostalgia wafted through me, carrying with it the memory of a time when I craved independence and respite from the constraints of pack dynamics.

I stepped closer to Xander, seeking solace in the familiar warmth of his embrace. My fingers traced an invisible pattern on his chest as I spoke, my voice a soft melody beneath the moon’s watchful gaze. “Xander, I cherish what we have and the connection we share. Your protectiveness means the world to me. But there’s a part of me that yearns to find a balance, to deal with this mate bond I have with you and Silas.”

My gaze met his, and within those depths, he glimpsed a longing for understanding. I didn’t want to be confined, even by the bonds of love. I craved a connection that allowed for growth, acknowledging the complexities of desire and the evolving tapestry of our relationship.

I knew that he, for all his strength, sensed the vulnerability in my words. He tightened his embrace, making a silent promise: “I’ll try to navigate the delicate dance between my possessiveness and freedom.”

At that moment beneath the moon, Xander and I embarked on a journey to harmonize the echoes of our souls, recognizing that love, like the phases of the moon, waxes and wanes but remains a constant presence in the night sky of our shared destiny.

“Will you still go back to the Silver Moon Pack now?” he asked.

“Uhum.” I hummed and squeezed myself into his embrace. “But I’ll meet Dad in the diner first,” I added. He sighed heavily but didn’t say anything. How many times has he tried to stop me from going alone? But all those times, I objected. I can handle myself, and having warriors around me will only draw attention.

We stayed that way for another 30 minutes before I said goodbye. I know he didn’t want me to leave, but he had no choice. As planned, I stopped over at Dad’s diner and had a talk with him about the vampire. I told him to be extra careful and, as much as possible, not leave or go by himself. I can take care of myself, but he is as good as a human, so he has no chance over those creatures. “You take care on your way home, Dad.”

“Of course, dear. You take care too,” he replied, so I smiled and went out of his office and the diner. I stiffen as soon as I step out. The scent I caught here before was now so strong that it hit my nostrils hard, and I could immediately tell where the owner was.

It’s the scent of cedarwood. Distinctive and evocative. Its warm and woody aroma has subtle undertones of earthiness. A deep, rich fragrance of freshly cut cedar wood is reminiscent of a dense forest or a cozy log cabin. Grounding and calming, creating a sense of comfort and serenity within me. It carries a subtle sweetness, resembling both the resinous quality of the wood and a delicate smokiness. This earthy and resinous fragrance is not just captivating; it also can give me a feeling of stability and balance. The aroma is timeless and enduring, offering a connection to nature and a touch of rustic elegance.

I averted my gaze to where I thought the scent came from, and there he was, looking at me as well. He knew who I was to him now, but I don’t know if he had any idea what I was. I hope my bond with him will stop him from doing the war that we were preparing and trying to prevent. But if it happened that way, how are we going to live together? Me, Xander, and him. Silas, the elder vampire.

I feel exhausted, and I don’t want to think about problems that aren’t there yet. So I decided to turn my back, walk to my motorcycle, and drive back to the Silver Moon Pack. I don’t need to confront him now, and I think he thought so too. So I will just leave it that way.