His Powerful Human Luna (Book 1)

Chapter 4: The Painful Bond

***SYMONE'S POV***

I woke up in the bed of the extended stay I had reserved for my visit. I was lying on my back, trying to remember the events that unfolded before being here. My head was pounding violently with the worst migraine I'd ever felt.

"That man...Roman. He did something to me," I said softly to myself.

"Hey boo, how ya feeling?" Angela walked into the room with a look of worry as she attempted to hide behind a forced smile. I struggled to sit up. "Don't move too much. Just relax a while," she said as she placed her hand on my chest, gently forcing me to lay back down.

"What happened? What did that man do to me?" Angela's fake smile disappeared.

"Look, there's something you should know. And I think you are going to think I'm crazy, but it's all true, okay? You gotta trust me," Angela hesitated.

"What did he do to me? It hurt like hell, but he did even touch me," I pondered. But I wanted him to touch me. Why would I want him to touch me? I pushed the thought from my mind and refocused on Angela.

"There are people...special beings. They- we are different than people like you- humans." She looked down as she twisted a wet washcloth I assumed was for me. I waited quietly for her to continue.

"Beings like werewolves, vampires, witches...they...we are real. Roman is a werewolf, and so am I. My brother is, too, obviously." I sat up, and Angela stood up quickly.

"Please don't be afraid! I would never hurt you." She looked so concerned. I stared at my hands in my lap for a moment before looking at her again. "You think I'm crazy, don't you?"

I give her a small smile. "Yes, but not because you're telling me you're a wolf," I said. My voice was groggy, and talking hurt my chest. She looked at me, perplexed by my reaction, or lack thereof.

"Wait, you already knew? How?" She sits down on the bed, her eyes insisting on me to tell her what I know. I sigh.

"Well, I didn't know you were a wolf, but I know of wolves. I grew up hearing stories about wolves, vampires, and other supernatural creatures. I've even met some."

I've also fought a few. I was trained to be a hunter for most of my life. I used the skills and knowledge I obtained to protect those who needed help. Hunter isn't a term supernatural beings like to hear, considering it usually pertains to people who want to hunt them. But not me. My mentors spent a large portion of time grooming me to be a weapon against evil while keeping me level-minded and balanced. But I didn't tell Angela all of that. I was unsure how she would react to knowing that bit of information about me.

"I am surprised to hear that you're a wolf, but I'm still unclear on what that has to with what he...Roman did to me." Angela looked taken aback.

"So wait - you know about werewolves?"

"Yes."

"And it doesn't freak you out? I don't freak you out now?" Her expression made me chuckle, but it hurt me to laugh.

"Angela, no. You do not freak me out. But I am freaked out about Roman. Please, explain how he was able to hurt me with his words. I, Roman, reject you or something..." I felt another sting when I tried to remember his words. Angela's face fell again.

"Everyone has a soul mate - someone who makes up the other half of your soul, your being. As wolves, when we find our mates, our wolf spirit can sense them. We can feel them, feel their pain. I am not sure how it works for other beings, but when we find our mates, we are connected on an extremely powerful level. Our souls have a strong, unbearable need to be made whole. To be honest, I wasn't expecting you to react to his rejection the way you did, considering you're human," she paused.

"Anyway, we can be mated to any other being. It is up to the Moon Goddess to decide. We have no say. However, if we choose to, we can reject our fated mate but at a terrible cost to them and ourselves." She looked up at me, tears forming in her eyes. I wrapped my arms around myself at the realization.

"So he's my..." Angela nodded slowly.

"And he rejected me." Angela's tears started to fall.

"I am so so sorry. I wanted to tell you Roman was going to reject you, but I thought you would think I was crazy. I didn't think he'd reject you so quickly. I thought I had time to explain."

I sat there in bed, contemplating what to say. I didn't even know how to feel. This man I didn't even know took one look at me and rejected me instantly. We never spoke words or spent time together—just an instant rejection. I wasn't used to feeling vulnerable. I had always been great at hiding my feelings, though it's not always the healthiest way to deal with things. But it's always kept me safe. Then out of nowhere, this man I had only seen in my dreams broke down the walls I had spent years building around my heart just by his words. I felt my eyes swell with tears.

"Why did he do it? We hadn't even spoken. We've never even met." Except for that repetitive dream. What the hell did that even mean, anyway?

"Roman is the alpha of my pack, the Black River Pack. It's the largest and strongest pack in the region. Roman is a great and powerful alpha. He is fair and honorable. Roman doesn't make anyone feel less than others, regardless of their rank in the pack. He has even accepted some loyal humans to our pack over the years.

If accepted, the mate of an alpha would become a luna and rule the pack by the alpha's side. The luna must be a powerful addition to an alpha and the pack. While Roman is a reasonably open-minded man, heeee..." Angela dragged out the word as she looked away and scratched her head.

"What?" I wanted to scream at her, but my chest and abs still ached from the rejection.

"He refuses to accept a human as his Luna. He believes humans to be weaker since they don't have any powers. Humans are just naturally fragile creatures. No offense."

I looked away from her, and my face fell into my hands. I closed my eyes tight and replayed the day's events again. The pain and sorrow I felt dissipated and were replaced with anger.

I was angry, angry that my barrier was broken so easily and by a stranger, no less! I was angry that I cried, that I fell to his feet and showed him any emotion. But I was mostly upset that he rejected me simply because I am human. I worked my entire life to be as strong as I am, and this man took one look at me and assumed me weak.

I moved to the edge of the bed, tears streaming down my face. But they were not of sadness. It was pure rage. My hands started shaking, and I wanted to throw something, but the pain from his rejection was still alive in my heart.

"Symone, babe, you gotta relax. A rejection like that can kill you if you aren't careful. I'm surprised you can even move at all." Angela sat in the chair in front of me, handing me a water bottle from the mini-fridge.

"How do I make it stop?" She raised her eyebrow. "The pain, Angela. How can I make the pain stop?" I needed to feel like myself again so I could move on.

"Well, the rejection needs to be completed. Roman rejected you, but he hasn't broken the bond. Now that you two have found each other, you are bound to each other. You will feel what he feels and vice versa. It won't be as powerful as if you two mated, but you will feel certain things.

I rubbed my forehead in frustration. "Angie, how do I make this pain go away?" She walked to the window and leaned against it.

"It's a process. The first thing you'd have to do is reject him."

"Okay, I reject him." I felt a pain in my chest from my own words.

"No, it's not that simple. You must reject Roman the way he rejected you- to his face. You have to do it formally as he did. The bond breaks completely after the night of the new moon." I stood up slowly, still clutching my stomach. The stabbing pains have dulled but not stopped.

"Then take me to him. I'll do it now. AH!" An intense pain washed over me, and I collapsed to the floor. Suddenly I felt betrayed and heartbroken. "What is this?" I cried to Angela.

"It's your bond. He must be..." her voice trails off.

"f*****g someone." I finished her sentence. That's what it felt like.

It felt like I had just found my husband- if I had one- with another woman. The feeling made me even angrier. He rejected me and left, knowing I could not reject him back, then started f*****g someone else.

He wants to make me suffer. But why? Does he hate me so much because I'm human? Or was there more?

Angela assisted me back into bed. I lay there writhing in pain until my body couldn't handle it anymore, and once again, I slipped back into the darkness of my mind.

***ROMAN'S POV***

I stared down at the girl choking on my c**k. She reminded me of her.

"She looks nothing like our mate!" Goliath growled.

"Shut the hell up! How can I enjoy myself with you barking in my head?" I fussed at the wolf I shared my mind with.

"You're not supposed to be enjoying any woman except our mate. I will make you pay for rejecting her!" I pushed Goliath to the back of my mind and tried concentrating on this woman in front of me. She released my length and smiled at me.

"What's on your mind, alpha?" she asked as she engulfed me once again.

I closed my eyes and tried to enjoy this omega in front of me, but visions of my mate clouded my mind. This girl in front of me is cute. But Goliath is right. She is not nearly as stunning as our mate, Symone. Only she's not my mate. Not anymore. I rejected her. I did what I had to do.

"I wanna feel you inside me, alpha." Sierra, the omega, said as she pulled my c**k from her mouth and climbed on top of me. I grasped her waist on either side and slid her down on my girthy c**k. She whimpered and bit her bottom lip as I filled her up.

"Mmhmm, yes, alpha. Pound me." I raised her and then slammed her back down on me, giving her every inch at once.

"f*****g this girl won't make you forget her. It won't make me forget, either. It's not too late to go to her. She would feel a million times better than this nobody w***e on your d**k now." Goliath started up again. I tried to ignore him and focus on this girl riding me.

"You hurt her! You didn't even speak to her! You just rejected her! She didn't deserve that. You are so worried about a weak luna. But what about you? You're a weak alpha!" I let out an audible growl, pulled the omega off me, and stood to my feet.

"Get out," I demanded in a low but powerful voice. The girl scrambled to get her clothes on and leave my room quickly. Goliath was right. Everything he said was right. Symone didn't deserve that. I knew she didn't, but I couldn't have her as my luna. Humans are fine to mate with other wolves. I don't care if a wolf has a human mate.

Maybe I wouldn't have rejected her if I weren't the alpha. I would have marked her and spent my life with her if I wasn't the alpha.

But I am the alpha. That's just the way it is. One thing Goliath got wrong is me being a weak alpha. I am strong. Strong enough to reject my soulmate - the one I have literally been dreaming of - for the pack's sake. My father instilled in me the order of things. And at the very top of that list was always the pack.

"Aww, the self-sacrificing alpha rejects our mate and leaves her to suffer. Pfft. You are weak." Goliath rumbled in my head once again.

"HUMANS MAKE WOLVES WEAK! Any wolf mated with a human is weaker because of it. It's just the way things are. Humans do not have our speed, strength, or rapid ability to heal. If something happened to her, our focus would be on her, not our pack. We'd leave the pack vulnerable," I screamed to my wolf. He fell silent.

It was not at all easy for me. I didn't want to reject Symone. She had been haunting my dreams for days. I was still unsure why or what the dreams meant, but it didn't matter. I couldn't have her. I wanted her, but I could not have her. All I could hear was my father's voice barking at me about the dangers of accepting and marking a human luna. She would weaken me, right?

I was headed to the shower when I heard my phone ring. I answered it when I saw it was Darien.

"What's up?" I answered as I started running the hot water.

"Hey, sorry for calling so late. I would have linked, but I didn't know if you were busy. So, umm, you still with that omega chick?" Darien asked hesitantly.

"I just kicked her out. Why?" Darien fell quiet. "Why did you ask about her?" There was a tinge of irritation in my voice when he did not answer me immediately.

"Well, my little sister, Angela? She just called." My body stiffened.

"Is she still with my m...Symone?" I felt so weird saying her name. I didn't deserve to speak on her after the pain I caused. "How is she?" I felt Goliath become alert with worry. Darien continues.

"Well, Angela called me to ask me to ask if you could stop having s*x while your bond was still intact." Our bond was still intact, and she could feel everything. She felt everything I was doing with that omega girl. I ran my fingers through my hair and then punched a hole in the wall.

"Roman? Alpha, you alright? Did you hear me?" I could hear Darien on the phone.

"Yes," I responded as calmly as I could. "I never meant for this to happen, D. I wasn't trying to hurt her. I was only trying to protect my pack."

"Angie was worried she might not make it through the night. Between the pain from the rejection and the pain from your activities, she probably wouldn't, being human and all." Goliath was cursing me. I did not realize that humans could feel the bond as strongly as we wolves can. Otherwise, I would never have touched that girl tonight.

"Goliath, this is precisely what I was talking about. She is weak. She's human, and the rejection and s*x with that omega almost killed her.

It's not her fault. It's how the Moon Goddess made her, but she cannot be our Luna." Goliath whimpered and retreated without another protest.

He knew I was right. I didn't want to be, but I was. I am responsible for thousands of lives. They depend on me and expect me to be at my best. They need me.

"Alpha, this will continue until your bond breaks for good," Darien said.

"I know," I said in almost a whisper. "We will speak more about this tomorrow," I said, then hung up the phone.

After my quick shower to clean the stench of that omega off me, I climbed back into bed and closed my eyes, hoping I could drift off to a dreamless sleep.