His Accidental Luna

MATE

CHAPTER 5: MATE

When she woke up the next day, Devon felt every part of her was aching horribly. But it wasn’t as worst as it had before combined with fear and the hopeless remark that she could of die, if nobody came for her rescue. It was traumatizing, as if what took place yesterday would always be embedded at the back od her head, never forgotten as it carries the doom she could of befall upon.

The memories of what took place yesterday suddenly evoke her to sit up, erect on bed and straight.

Her mate. He came to save her!

At that thought, her chest fluttered and butterflies swarmed and filled her insides. She bit her bottom lips to suppress the smile she was trying to hide. She just couldn’t. It felt surreal, but the warm she couldn’t deny felt good. It felt great, much greater than she could have imagine.

“He came for me.” She smiled.

The feeling that drive towards her were pleasurable as more than what her Mother always told her before. She would tell her story how did she meet his Father. The feeling would be exquisite. It was something one wouldn’t be able to explain. There would be fireworks you'll see, the butterflies and worms as if you were just… It was beyond being happy. It was more than that word could ever explain.

She felt her chest. It was beating loudly. Not because she was nervous, but because she knew that she was already into him, although it was the first time that Devon felt this way.

It’s part of them. To meet their mate would mean a pure bliss. Mate are whom the Moon Goddess had paired them with. They were the one who would make the balance. They were the one, whom you can share your pain with. Every distress they would take away, and the tears they would not hesitantly dried. They will kissed away your sorrows. And every wolf has been looking forward for this moment, especially Devon.

Her train of thoughts were soon cut off, when the door were pushed open.

An old lady dressed on an old tunic paired with her undyed skirt, which hug her curves stormed in. She looks to be around her 30’s, but she look as young as her. A witch? A vampire? A wolf? She couldn’t tell. She had no scent, it was if, it was purposely been masked same the way how Devon and Jasper did before.

“Quit trying to find out, you won’t succeed, little miss.” She uttered, pushing the trolley filled with some cups and foods. “And I am not telling you either way.”

Devon blinked her eyes.

“How did you know—”

“Your face said it all.” She raised her eyebrows as a matter of fact. “You wolves always do that.” She added, and her addressee sounded more hostile.

“I—I’m sorry.” Devon gulps. “I was just trying to find out if you mean harm or not—”

“Oh sweetie, you could have fall dead, if I had.” She cut her off. “By being said, I won’t touch an inch of you as long as my young master told me not to, but I despise your kind.” She snarled. “Rogues.”

Devon fidgeted. She was almost hoping for her mate to greet her the moment she woke up and not this woman. She looks as if she despise her greatly. Unwelcomed, and a mutt. However, Devon was not quick to judge. She composed herself before she could made doubtful assumptions and accusations. Perhaps, she loathes the presence of rogue, because they made something that cost her greatly?

Devon hated them as well for taking what was left on her, but how ironic it was that she became the one, whom she hated the most. She became the monster everybody loathed. She reeks of them, no matter how sane or how good she think she was for not losing her mind and actually committing what most rogues do. They killed. They annihilate children and takeaway lives they are not supposed to.

“I’m sorry.” Devon hangs her head low.

She heard her clicked her tongue.

“You are a rogue, but you’re no more than as them.” There was a clang. Some spoon stirring, before a newly smell of freshly brewed coffee filled the air. “You are weak. You won’t pass as one.”

That made her lifted her head.

“Here, take this. This would help you regain your appetite before you consumed something—.” She said.

Devon reached for the cup.

“Thanks” She quickly said before bringing it close to her lips.

“—and don’t spit it out.” But her warnings came late.

The moment that the liquid touch her throat, Devon could feel a burning sensation that relished inside of her. It was both bitter and hot. It was so hot—that it hurts her!

“I told you.” She shrugged her shoulder.

“W—What did you—Were you trying to kill me—” Her voice came into short gasp.

“Maybe a little.” She grins.

Devon’s eyes widened.

The cup fell. It splattered on the ground leaving cracks and broken pieces all over the floor. She couldn’t speak. She felt her lips getting numb as if something on that liquid that she drank had suppress her to move an inch.

Panic seize her. She felt like dying!

“W—what—” She was being suffocated by something she didn’t know of.

At that exact moment, the door were slammed open with force sending it across the room.

“HELGA!” The voice boomed thunderously.

And the same familiar scent attacked her nostrils. The smell of pine and the woods she crave for before that made her longs for. But she castigated herself, there’s no time for her to think about her mate, now that there is a possibility that she may actually die.

“What?” Helga sounded nervous. “I—I didn’t do anything! It’s a medicine! She was just overreacting about it!”

But her defenses only earned another ferocious growl that can put every wolves in submission.

She wanted to look at him, but Devon couldn’t. She was left there, paralyzed. It was painful. Herbal? Herbal her ass! It feels like the woman he calls Helga meant to kill her at all.

Tears stream on her eyes before she felt a pair of strong arms cradles her small form. Devon let out a moan, relieved or what?

“If something happens to her, I'll behead you.” He threatened her.

“Oh c’mon, nothing would happen, it was just normal.” Helga bites back.

“Normal?” Her mate asked.

“Of course, because young master, that female is how do you call it that term in wolves.” She seems to be raking her head about it. “Right! She’s in heat!”

And that realization made Devon more stunned.

She found her mate. It was nearing full moon. That only means one thing. Same with other female wolves, Devon would experienced her first heat and it would be one of the most challenging part as heat could evoke the flesh. The libido, and the mere thought made her cheeks reddened.

How crude and shameless!

“How can I make the pain stop?” Her mate asked.

“Kissed her or touch her. The mate touch as I heard would soothe whatever the pain was as it will be shared to the other half.” Helga explained.

Kiss? Touch? Regardless of the pain, Devon haven’t had the power to actually scolded herself as some thoughts filled her head. They made her blushed. It was just a relief that she is sick, if she was or was put into this situation as she didn’t know how can she had the courage to face her own mate with those scenarios she had in mind.

Kiss—Would he kiss her, although she’s a rogue? Or would he despise her—But all the thoughts that could of torment Devon fade through. It diminished, bygone, the moment she felt a soft pair of lips claiming her own. It was soft and gentle. The feeling, and the sensation it gave her were more than any words she could have muster. It was intoxicating and sweet, savoring the rhythm of their mouth shared, she felt like she was floating. He took her by surprised. It was insane how one person could especially drive you mad.

And imagine that it was her first time getting kissed. It was exceptional. So foreign, and the pain was long forgotten now.

A sudden memory played inside her head

“Ma, can I ask?” Devon poke her head across the doorway.

It was Saturday afternoon. The clock hits 12 and they are the only one inside the house as her father leave for his duties. He is a warrior, and they are meant to guard the territory from trespassers, and uninvited guest, especially rogues. He keep them safe and Devon has always been proud of him, because of it.

“What is it?” Her mother hums, she lifted her head from reading the report sent by their Alpha.

“What was it felt like to have a mate?” She curiously asked. “I heard some of the kids in the pack has been talking a lot about them.” She added.

That made her mother smile.

“What did they say?”

“They say it’s your other half? Like some corny shi—”

“Your mouth, young lady.” Her Mother quickly warned her.

“I didn’t mean to! I was carried by my emotion.” She chuckles, obviously it was intentional. “But seriously that’s what they said. I don’t get it.” Luna admitted.

“What part, sweetie?”

“Like, why can’t we live without them? And why does we felt like dying once our mate peril?” She shrugged off her shoulder. “It doesn’t make sense. Why don’t w need to die with them? That wasn’t fair, Ma.”

“I see.” Her mother chuckles. “You are still young, but sooner when you grew up same with us, you’ll understand.”

“Can’t you just tell me?” Luna pursed her lips.

“Come here.” Her mother gently pat the empty seat beside her.

Luna complies and hop up, quickly snuggling at her sides. Her mother placed her arms above her shoulder and pulled her close.

“Mates are the one whom the Moon Goddess set us up. Same with your father, he is my mate.” Her explained. “A mate is a person, whom you can share you life with. Every pains, tears, agony, and even if there are struggles, he would be there. They are made to protect us and to complete us, Luna.”

“Why can’t they just be another person?” Luna sounded intrigued.

“Because they balance you. By having a mate, that means a balance.”

“How does the Moon Goddess know who is going to be your mate?” That intrigue her more.

“Darling.” Her mother softly brushed her hair. The locks came out soft, they have the color same with her own. “She knew what every wolf needs. We may not have seen her, but she’s watching over to us.”

“If I ask her to give me a mate depending on what and whom I wanted him to be, would she paired me with him?”

But her mother only laughs.

“You silly little thing.” She pinched her cheeks and planted a soft kiss on her forehead, which lingers for a moment. “Just trust her, Luna. Trust the process and you’ll know what I mean.”

“Then I’ll let you meet him.”

“Who?” It was her Mother’s turn to ask.

“My mate.”

Her mothers eyes widened.

“You are still young!”

“Not anymore, Ma!” She laughs before jumping from where she was and running in escape from her Mothers pursuit.

“Luna!”

But she never looked back. She was chuckling, yet she meant it. She wanted her parents to meet whoever it was going to be in the future.

However, there are some thing that goes unplanned. They died right away and Luna had never made her promised to life.

As she kissed her mate, Luna shut down her orbs not until a single tear escape from her eyes.

‘I meet him, Ma.’ She softly uttered inside her head.

The pain was gone, but what she bear inside is something that burdens Devon for a very long time.

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