The Luna’s Second Chance Mate

Larissa’s POV

I felt my heart in my chest staring at all the weapons littered in the bright room, completely frozen in fear and surprise. There were blood trails on the concrete floor and whatever walls peeked through were painted grey. The said walls were coated with multiple racks of swords and guns and arrows. By a tall shelf were smaller knives, and it scared the hell out of me when he wouldn’t stop staring at it. Was he going to stab me with them? The possibilities were endless.

Slowly, I shifted my attention to him sitting cross legged on the ground, only then did I notice the box of first aid supplies beside him and him low grounts while pinching his nostrils. He must really be hurt, the cut on his idle arm was refusing to dry up.

“Oh my, how exactly did you get so hurt?” I mumbled, letting out a small sigh before crouching to his eye level. He gave me a small side eye before looking away.

“You said you could help.”

“Push your bangs aside. I… let me take a look at it.”

He did exactly as I said so I could see his injuries clearly. They did look serious, but I’d rather not ask. I still didn’t know who he was. I sighed again and opened up the first aid box to clean his wounds. They were too deep to heal with some sort of stitching. Even with the strongest regenerative properties, it would take about two days to heal. It would get infected if it stayed like that.

“You need to see Annalise after this.” I said with a small smile while cleaning his bloodied nose. He looked up at me and began to stand up, shaking the arm that was now covered in a few blended herbs. I did wonder why the kit had herbs it it, was it a pack thing?

“Erm…” He was clearing his throat, looking away from me. I finally noticed his tank top. They were a radiant burgundy, paired with black cargo pants and matching combat boots. Perhaps he was a soldier? “Thanks. And I’m not just a soldier.”

He was doing it again, it was uncomfortable to know that even my thoughts could be intruded. No privacy whatsoever. His chuckling caught me off guard.

“You could get used to it. And thanks again for helping me out.”

His tone was a lot warmer than I had expected. There were genuinely kind people in this pack, perhaps the alpha drank a dose of bad water. Tsk.

“You’re welcome.”

I suddenly remembered why I came here in the first place. The cleaning supplies!

“Oh, excise me.” I called out when he’d turned away to leave. He stopped and faced me, cocking a brow. Now that he had his hair tied back, he did look familiar. Where have I seen him? “Where can I get cleaning supplies?”

“How would I know that?”

“I’m new here. And I just treated you even when you dragged me into this scary room. Perhaps you can simply point me in the direction?”

His look did not falter. Instead he walked out of the door, pointing at the direction I came from.

“Don’t ever bring up the treatment, I only let you do it because it was urgent.” His voice was low, but got the message across however. “Over there, back at the mansion. In the kitchen or whatever.”

I managed to thank him before he walked away with the bow he’d been wearing slung across his torso. I suddenly felt stupid, how had I not known about it? Of course the supplies would be inside the house. Awkwardly patting my fingers on my dress, I returned to the mansion to find the supplies to clean.

Kaden’s POV

The litter of paper work on my desk was infuriating. I slammed the second one on the desk in annoyance, leaning back and running a hand through my hair. Couldn’t these people do anything without supervision? What incompetent fools!

The view from my office was one of the few thing I liked about the company building and dwelling in the midst of humans. I didn’t hate them, but they would never work at my company because I didn’t trust them. The streets were bustling with a lot of their kind mixed with werewolves, that I was certain of. My attention shifted to my door when I heard it open, and I swirled the chair to face the door that had just been opened.

It was Hunter, strutting to my table with a bunch of folders in his hands. He dropped them on the table, stepping back before giving a small bow.

“These are documents regarding the Leo Jager suppliers.” He spoke firmly. “They are asking for a seventy percent commission before supply. So they proposed a contract revision.Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

I rose a brow in distaste. Did they take my leniency with them for idiocy? “What the fuck? What nonsense!”

“The board said only you could handle it.” He continued, I could see him twitching.

“Then tell my secretary to get an email across. I’m rejecting the offer, this is the reason I don’t like dealing with miserly humans.” I hissed out, running my hands through my hair again. “Find a new supplier. This project must go on.”

He bowed sharply, before looking at me again. “Alpha, there’s been some more news from the South Sea.”

“Tell me when we get to the pack.” I ground out, glaring harshly. “I believe you’re aware that pack matters only stay within the pack, and I hate repeating myself.”

There was a soft knock on the door, dividing my attention. It was Jackson with a bandaid on his nose. I’d asked him before, he said he’d gone hunting alone. He was without the suit, only wearing a crisp white shirt with grey pants.

“Sir, you have a meeting in twenty minutes.” He said quickly, before noticing the thick air in the room. Jackson doubled as my secretary at the office, quite reliable compared to the other knuckle heads that called themselves my board.

“Alright -”

The loud buzzing sound on the table was jarring. Who the fuck would disturb my peace at this time? I picked up the phone angrily, bringing it to my ears while simultaneously loosening my necktie.

“Hello?” I half yelled, quite ready to haul if the bastard was calling for something stupid.

“Hello?” The voice at the receiver spoke calmly. “Alpha Kaden? I’m calling from the kindergarten.”

“Is something wrong with Declan?” I blurted out, sitting up. It was the pack’s kindergarten headmistress, Mrs Aloewood. Her usually calm voice had a hint of worry, making me fret. Did something happen to my son?

“No no, Alpha. He’s alright, he’s here with me.”

What the fuck did that even mean? It was already 5pm, why was he still there?

“What do you mean?”

“Declan’s still in school. The woman who usually takes him home hasn’t come yet.”

I could feel the bile in my throat. That goddamned woman couldn’t get even the slightest thing right. She’s been getting awfully on my nerves, and now she had the audacity to leave my son in kindergarten? The fuck, I would literally kill her!

I slammed down the phone hard on the desk and raked through my hair. I knew my eyes would turn a fiery orange, I could see it from the monitor. How dare she? Did she think I was joking when I said I would rip her fucking head off?

I picked up the phone again, then quickly realized that she didn’t own a phone. The fucking hell.

“Hunter, Jackson. I need a favor from you. Return to the pack and drive Declan home from kindergarten. I have something else to take care of here.”

Larissa’s POV

After a few days of trying to meet the alpha’s excessive hygiene demands, the living room was finally spotless. The sun was setting quickly, softly illuminating the room with a golden glow. I swiped a finger through the glass coffee table, quickly wiping off the imprints. I was impressed with myself. What was left was making dinner, and I had to do was assist Gwendoline in the kitchen. For the love of all things good, I was a decent cook.

I was on my way to the kitchen when there was a soft gust of breeze and the french entrance doors flew open. The red haired man whose name I didn’t know stepped into the living room, and trailing behind him was the same man I’d treated that day. He looked a little different than the last time in a white shirt and grey suit pants. For a second, I was confused as to what they were doing here in the first place.

“Uh… welcome back. Can I get you a glass?” I chimed as sweetly as I could muster, yet they said nothing. The redhead was blank faced, while the one in a man bun was staring at me as if I was a petrified being. Confused, I squinted and clasped both hands in front of me. Only then did I notice the small figure in the redhead’s hand. The honey haired toddler has a finger sticking deep in his nose with a small backpack slung oh his shoulders, staring at me before playing around some more with his nostrils.

My eyes widened at that. Why were they with Declan? I had to pick him up in about… I looked up to the clock and gasped in horror. It was almost six pm! Oh my God, how could I have forgotten him in kindergarten? If a word got out to the alpha… I was in serious trouble.

“Declan!” I half yelled, rushing to his sides. The man let go of his hands and I pulled the boy close, expecting him to whimper and scream like he always did. But he did none of those. He just remained there still picking at his nose. I felt worry drown me in that moment, forgetting about everything I was supposed to do. He was a sensitive child, how must he have felt when I forgot him at kindergarten?

“Declan, I’m so sorry. Ms Larissa is really sorry for leaving you, hmm?” I said slowly, cupping his cheeks. He didn’t move, he only shifted his gaze to the ground. I straightened my posture to look at the men that had brought Declan home.

“I’m so sorry, I can’t even begin to tell you how grateful I am for what you just did.” I spoke again with a tight lipped smile, but there was no reaction from the redhead. Only the other man gave me a small nod as response.

“Well, the alpha is pissed so -”

“Where the fuck is Larissa!”

His voice was unmistakable. My very core shook from the rumble, even the men flinched at the sound. He appeared enraged, without his necktie and the buttons on his burgundy suit were undone. He stormed in, pushing past the two men till he was standing in front of my wide eyed form.

“You.” The weight of his voice was murderous. I gulped, cowering in fear. The way he called my name was scary. “You!” He yelled again. “Didn’t I tell you that if a hair of my son’s head was harmed, I would kill you?!”

I was tongue tied. My head kept saying to make an apology, but I couldn’t bring myself to. If I looked at him, I might cry.

“What the fuck would a useless whore like you know about taking care of a child?! How could you leave him there?!”

“I really didn’t mean to, alpha…. And I’m not a whore.” I countered, immediately regretting it. The chrome of his eyes had turned fully orange, he looked like he would snap my neck in two.

“Are you talking back at me?! Ever since you came here, all you’ve done is laze around and fucking beg me to let you stay! You don’t know anything! Nothing!” He thundered again and I jerked backwards, afraid that he would hit me like Stefan. My whole body shook at the thought, and I felt the years I’d tried so hard to hold back begin to brim.

“I’m so sorry, please -”

“You know what, that’s enough.” He stepped back, drawing ragged breaths and pinching his nostrils. “That’s bloody enough. I don’t want to hear anymore of your excuses. Go upstairs, pick up everything you came here with and get the fuck out my pack.”

My face fell instantly. I felt more presences in the living area, but I could care less. I turned to look at Declan who had his face buried in the black haired man’s thigh. Gwendoline rushed out from the kitchen I’d thought her to be in, awkwardly shuffling around to pick up the toddler and take him away. I was grateful for that, but it was settling in that the alpha had practically just kicked me out in front of everybody. The warm liquid had begun to pour out of my eyes before I could stop them.

“Wait! Please I’m so-”

“Don’t. Fucking. Beg. Me.” He growled loudly, now standing with one hand on his waist and the other pointing at me in accusation. “I will kill you and feed you to the vultures if you dare me.”