Luna Scarlet

Played Rejection

Two years ago

“Luna? Hurry up! We are getting late, honey,” 

Mrs. Caroline Wagner, Luna’s mother, is in a hurry to leave for the Airport as their flight is in an hour. 

“I am coming, Mom. But these bags are too heavy for me. I can’t even push from its place. I am getting tired of this.” Luna sulks. The girl comes out of her room, moves her bag to the staircase. 

Caroline laughs wholeheartedly. She can hear Luna from downstairs clear. “You can do it, Luna. I am taking my luggage outside. You bring yours to the staircase, dear. I will help you to take them to the cab.” 

Luna's mother goes out to put her luggage outside after deciding to talk with their neighbors. 

Caroline wants to keep Luna in her brother’s place in LA this time. Recently her mother has accepted her new job at the Berlin University of Arts as a professor. Her father is always out of the station, being a wildlife photographer, travels around the whole world. None of them can make it to Texas in the weekend for Luna like before. Their daughter is growing up slowly. She will be seventeen in two days. 

How can they allow her to stay alone by herself? Luna's brother's job is now permanent. His wife works in the same office. Caroline thinks if Luna faces some issue, her son and daughter-in-law may take care of Luna in her absence. Although she hardly believes Luna may cause an issue there. But, just in case.

Luna smiles wickedly to keep her bags near the staircase. She keeps tapping her white sneakers on the floor has a mischievous look on her face. She is planning something that may get them late for the airport! Her floral pajama matches her violet t-shirt, has her favorite band's logo imprints on it. Her hazel-colored eyes are glinting as she slowly rolls her red curls to her finger and pushes that behind her ear. 

She glances cautiously around her to see if anyone be there to see what she is up to next. She murmurs to herself, "Sorry, mom. But I have to do this," She raises her leg and kicks her bags from the stairs. 

“No!!!” 

Luna fakes a shriek to see her bags open, and all of her clothes, books, everything scatters on the floor. 

She knows she shouldn't have done it, but she is helpless. Why don't they let her stay in one place?

"Luna Scarlet, what do you think you are doing?" 

Luna freezes in her place. She never expects her mother will come to catch her red-handed. 

She raises her head and meets with her mother’s raging blue eyes. She gulps hard, knowing her mother has seen everything. Caroline will not let it slide away without giving her a lecture for infinite minutes.

"Mom~ it just slips before - " Luna attempts to cover it up, but her mother doesn't let her. 

"No lies," Caroline's sternness shut Luna up instantly. The woman crosses her arms over her chest, looks at her daughter coldly. "Do you think I can't hear you? We have talked about it, haven't we?" 

Luna frowns. "How can you hear me?" She doesn't get how her mother hears her from outside their home. It happens many times with her. Even her brother also surprises her like that in the past. 

Caroline's expression changes for her question. It looks like she is hiding things from Luna for a reason. She calls a maid, tells her to pack Luna's belonging and take them outside. "This is not that important," 

Caroline clears her throat, attempts to change the topic. Then she scolds her, "You are deliberate enough to do this so that we miss our flight. May I know why? Don't you like your brother and sister-in-law?" 

"Mom~ " The frown on her deepened. "Why can't I be with my friends here?" It is hard to find good friends. 

Every time her parents change their workplaces, she has to leave with them, leaving her favorite people behind.  And whenever she finds one, her parents come to tell her to pack her stuff!

"You will make new friends in your new school. Why are you making it a big deal?" Caroline waves her hand like it is not a matter, but to Luna, it matters. She feels like crying at her mother's indifference. 

"Mom ~ " 

"No more words." Carolin shows her palm keeping her stern look intact. She orders, "In the car, now!" 

With a heavy heart, Luna walks down the stairs and goes on her way outside their home. 

Luna has a hope to get herself out of the airport and escape from there. Where shall she go to stay? She has no relatives there in Texas. Heck, she hasn't even seen her father in seventeen years, and their relatives! She doesn't fancy it. She can go to one of her friends' homes, but will their parents let her in their home? Because for some reason, they hate to see Luna around their children, and she wonders why. 

~ ~ ~ 

AN HOUR LATER  in Airport, Luna sits, leaving three seats away from Caroline. She is hurt. How can her mother neglect her, tell her to forget her friends? She has spent her two years in school, for god's sake.

Her mother knows Luna will not talk to her like that. She has reasons to take her out of Texas. But it is not time for her to tell Luna because she believes the girl won't understand the entire matter. 

Moreover, Caroline can't see Luna hurt. As a mother, she has the right to decide things for Luna. 

"Luna? Won't you talk with me?" She still tries to make things work between them. Luna stays quiet. 

Caroline tries, "Is that boy someone special to you?" Again nothing comes from Luna.

"Do you want to stay?" 

Caroline is hesitant to leave Luna in Texas. But what can't a mother do to make their children happy? 

"No," Luna turns at her mother, looks at her blankly. Her eyes are dull. "I won't stay here, mom," 

Caroline looks at her in confusion. She can't just believe Luna has a change of mind like that. Before she asks why she doesn't want to stay any longer, Luna leaves her seat, walks on her way to the washroom. 

~

Luna feels weird. 

A pair of eyes sets on her from the time she has stepped inside the airport. She can feel it. 

A coldness rises in her heart. The hair stands in her arms for the fear that is creating turbulence in her. 

This kind of fear one only gets when she feels like someone is watching her closely. It makes girls her age lock themselves up and never go out of their homes. But in her care, nature calls her. She needs to use the washroom before she makes a scene there. She is scared of stalkers and their kind. It makes her abort the mission of escaping. She has decided where her mother takes her without a single word. 

She is not a brave girl, and she is not ashamed of telling that loud and clear. 

Her stalker is close. She can tell. Her heart skips a beat, and her back feels cold. 

"Can't I have a chance to meet my family again?"

The steady steps that carry a powerful sense of aggression slowly get close to her. 

Luna's heart palpitates. She forms her hand into fists and starts taking big steps to the washroom. 

But before she can make it there, a cold hand grabs her by her forearm and turns her around swiftly. 

A woody scent mixed with the smoke of cigarettes invades Luna's nostrils. She raises her head, catches the sight of a broad figure standing, blocks view before her. 

She is in awe by his look. 

He has the kind of look that she has seen in models. 

He is good-looking, has a firm figure that gives a hint of how powerful he can be. His grey eyes are icy-cold, send chills to anyone. By his look, he can kill anyone easily. Some may die in desire, and some may die for committing some crime, and the rest will die asking themselves why they can't be like him. Those girls are lucky who have a boyfriend like him. But unfortunately, this guy turns out her stalker in Houston Airport, Texas.  

She struggles to get herself free, but all goes in vain as she is no match with the strength of that guy. 

"What is your name?" 

Her breath hitches as her hazel-blue eyes meet with the pair of grey eyes. 

Is he the stalker? Her heart jumps in her throat as that thought comes to her mind. 

Her arms begin shaking violently. "Leave my way," She is glad to sound even. But from inside, she is hell scared. 

The guy takes a threatening step toward her. He looks furious! "I am asking you for your name, girl," 

She grits out fearlessly, "Do you have a problem with listening, boy? I say LEAVE MY WAY." 

She thinks he will listen to her, but what she doesn't know, her refusal may infuriate that guy before her. 

She gasps as her back bump into the wall behind her. She looks shocked at the way the guy traps her in just a flick of an eye! She swallows hard. The guy brings his face closer, growls, "Say it. Or I will make you," 

She hopes someone to come there. "No one can come here until we have done things here," 

His breath mingles with hers.

The mass of his dark hair hides his forehead from her view. His grey eyes are dark, holding mysteries in them. There has a challenge in them that makes her wonder if it will be wise of her or anyone to stand against him. But the warmth of him strangely feels comforting to her. 

Maybe because the temperature there is low and the gut before her is tall and muscular. And look what he is wearing! 

All black and leather! The black leather on him gives away the dangerous side of his that he beholds within him. 

"Lu- Luisa," 

There has no way she tells her name to a stranger/stalker. 

"Surname," 

"It's Luisa Bratva," It kinda sounds like a mafia! Who cares? I can't tell him my name. He can be a goon or someone dangerously twisted man. Luna thinks. She keeps her stare fixed at the college boy before her. 

Luna lets out a breath as the guy takes a step away from her. She hopes it to be the last time of him bothering her. However, from his expression, she barely believes he will leave her way as she asks him to. 

Then he says something that hasn't made any sense to Luna. 

He says in an emotionless tone, "I want to make it easy for both of us. We don't know each other. So, there has no point in trying things up. Don't you think so?"

 Luna blinks hard. Her eyebrow shot up in confusion. 

"I, Luther Black, alpha of Moon-Walker Pack, reject you, Luisa Bratva, as luna of this pack and my mate," 

Luna is dumbstruck. What kind of game is this? She presses her lips together, puffs her cheeks. Her face turns red as she can barely suppress her giggles about to break free of her lips. "What age are you?"  

The guy before her frowns. He looks angry, making her wonder if his situation is critical. "Accept it, Luisa," 

"Will this be over after I repeat the same thing as you?" She wants to make sure of it. As long as he agrees to leave her way after it, she is ready to repeat it a hundred times to go back to her mother. 

"Yes," 

Luna misses hearing a wince in his voice. She hasn't noticed the color of his eyes flickers from grey to yellow. "Great!" Luna grins and claps her hands together. She looks into his eyes, repeats it casually. 

"I, Luisa Bratva, accept your rejection, Luther Alpha Black,"     

She frowns this time, hearing him wince painfully again. She thinks she hasn't taken his name right. 

"Did I say it right- hey! What the - "  

Before she asks, the guy turns his heel around and stalks out from that section of the airport. 

"Strange," She pouts and then shrugs this matter away like it never happens. "Good for me," 

She wanted to escape, but maybe she wasn't that lucky.

Luna signs and takes the hint.    

"Luna, where are you?" Her back stiffens. She turns to her side, sees her mother making her way to her. 

Guess what? It is time to say goodbye to Texas. 

Luna's face falls in defeat. 

"Coming, mom," Again, a new place and those new people. When will it stop? "Just give me a minute," 

She doesn't feel that stare again. She realizes that guy has left from wherever he has come. 

She hopes she doesn't have to see him again the next time.