His Heartless Luna

He Deserves Someone Better

He locked me in a room to protect me from the men who were trying to kidnap me, but I still followed him outside after destroying the door and locking myself out of the room we were in together.

"Why have you decided to leave the door open?" He questioned. His tone is hushed because he is attempting to lull himself to sleep. I'm not sure if he's angry, and I shake my head in confusion.

I responded by saying, "I'm not a prisoner."

"That is not the motivation behind the things that I am doing. I intend to keep you safe; but, you should avoid going to the location that I have warned you about because it is risky." He elaborated, but despite his explanation, I'm not quite clear about the scenario.

"It indicates that I am free to leave the house. Because I used to live in such a way, nobody can prevent me from going wherever I want, whenever I want; nonetheless, you're trying to prevent me from doing so. May I inquire as to the cause behind this? Everything I know about being a witch comes from my life as one—"

"I don't believe you, Celeste. It doesn't matter to me if you're a witch because I love you so much. You have the power to cast a spell and put a curse on me. I don't care. No matter what happens, I will always love you, and you cannot use those words as an excuse to stop loving me or to let go of me. I have already briefed you on the matter." He informed me it didn't have anything to do with the things that were on my mind or in my heart. Even though it appeared that he was showing emotion through his eyes, I do not react to what has happened.

I'm not sure what kind of love he's attempting to prove, but the thought of it makes me grin. I am aware that love may bring both joy and suffering to a person's life, but unfortunately, I do not have it. I have no choice but to operate in this manner. When I suddenly wrapped my arms around him and took hold of his hand, he shut his eyes and his cheeks began to turn a bright crimson.

"Celeste . . ." He let out a grunt. I have no idea what could have triggered him to react in that manner; but, when I look down at him and realize that he is becoming harder, I giggle and think to myself, "I know a lot about hotness, but what's the purpose?"

It's clear that my wolf is coming into heat, and he seems to have the same impression. I expelled a big, massive breath all at once.

"You, King Atlas, are a wonderful blessing in my life. You are feared by everyone, and you should fear me as well. That is what gives me my cool factor." I was running my fingers over his skin and he was already whimpering, I murmured something to him.

I muttered in a low voice, "You're weak."

"You do not belong among the powerful werewolves since I am aware of what constitutes a weak werewolf and what constitutes a powerful werewolf at the same time. You might be able to fight and lead people that you consider to have less significance than you, but it doesn't mean that you should."

"You have no idea what it means to be weak, Celeste," He interrupted me, and because of that, I am at a loss for words. I am aware of the meaning of the word "weak," and I am unsure of the specific point that the speaker is attempting to make. That conundrum is familiar to me.

"Really?" I spoke in a whisper. "Then, are you able to reveal it to me?" I questioned him about it, I was taken aback when he pinned me against the wall. My eyes were opened wide, and I have no idea what is going on; this is not the kind of thing that I want him to demonstrate to indicate that he has power.

"What are you doing at the moment? This is not the way to demonstrate your capabilities. That demonstrates how feeble you are —" he put his hand squarely in my cleavage, I was unable to finish what I was going to say before he interrupted me. I have no idea, but because of that, I get the impression that I couldn't move and have to let him do anything he wants as I keep my gaze fixed on his eyes.

"Where do we stand now, Celeste? You're a fallen angel. You are not guilty and are unaware of the other things that I was aware of; nonetheless, you are skilled in combat and in the way that you present yourself; however, there are other things that you are not skilled at. I want you to get some more practice in." He let out a croak. When he looked at me, his eyes had a lot of vivid detail, and I can't help but think about how striking they were.

"What sort of skills ought I to work on improving? I'm aware that I can excel at anything I put my mind to." I questioned it, feeling much more perplexed and intrigued than before.

He looked into my eyes, and I got the impression that he was trying to communicate something to me, even though I'm not very good at interpreting nonverbal cues. I'm only good at reading people's minds and eyes, but not in a romantic sense. It makes me feel horrible for him because I'm sure he has to repeat himself a million times for me to understand or comprehend what he's saying, but I just don't think I can.

"There's no need for you to do that, Atlas." I was able to stop him, but even when I did, he continued to stand in my way and obstruct my progress. "I am well aware of your vulnerabilities, Celeste." His statements did not take me by surprise because I am aware of his intelligence.

Then I tell them, "And then you can utilize it."

"Do it. You appear to find it significant that you are aware of my various flaws." I continued by saying that I am aware that my tone of voice makes it sound as though I am angry, but in reality, this is just how I used to talk when I lived in the woods. I have no choice except to yell, and I have no idea how to speak quietly enough to get the job done.

"There's no reason for me to do that," he says. "I am not implying that it is significant or profound in any way. However, once people find out about it, they will not attempt to stop you, and you should use caution when there are guys nearby." He elaborated on what he had said.

It made me chuckle. "And then it would be best for me to stay away from you," I murmured. I kind of know how to bring down my that's how I do it.

"No. It is my responsibility to watch my step while I am near you, Celeste. Believe in me, I'll be the only man you should trust, and you'll be the only woman I should trust. Trust me, I'll be the only man you should trust. However, it is still dependent on the circumstances." He stated.

He made a point. What exactly am I able to accomplish with it at this very moment? It would be helpful if he would remove his hand from the wall and step up next to me. I am aware that he is presently awaiting my utterances.

"What are you staring at?" I inquired even though I am already familiar with the indicators, which may seem strange given that this is my first attempt at reading the body language of other people; yet, despite this, I do not consider it relevant or essential.

"I want you to hold my hand," His voice is as deep as hell, and he asked me to hold his hand. I was taken aback, but I couldn't help but chuckle. "Why are we wasting our time doing that when we are just sitting here by ourselves? The truth is that you merely buy me, so there's no point in either of us pretending that we have a strong emotional connection to one another or that we were destined to be together." I talk to him.

He tightened his grip on his jaw. "I understand you, Celeste. However, I will love you, and that love is already present in my heart; there is no need for me to pretend otherwise. While you are attempting to comprehend how you truly feel, it is acceptable for you to engage in make-believe." He sighed, and I took a deep breath as I reached out and grabbed his hand without any hesitation. I'm not doing it because of his words; rather, I'm doing it because I'm sick of listening to those voices, and I just want to be able to go back to the woods and listen to the sounds of birds, squirrels, and other creatures.

I interrogate him by asking, "Where are we going?"

"Outside, I am aware that even though you are my future Luna right now, someone is still attempting to disrespect you and is attempting to underestimate what will happen to them if they damage you." He gave me an answer to my inquiry, but I don't have anything to add to what he said because I was only following his direction while he had my hand.

Now that we have made our way down to the first floor of the palace, we will head outside of the castle with the beta and gamma at our sides as those warriors observe us from a distance.

I can see two girls trying to humiliate me in the forest by talking among themselves about my name; they are both weeping and kneeling, and the beta has approached them.

I know that they are talking about me.

There are a lot of people who are keeping an eye on them, and they believe they have a face since they are continuing to do it although the Alpha King is already watching them.

It's time for Atlas to release his hold on my hand. He maintained his composure by concentrating on the two young ladies.

"Your Majesty, there is an issue with the still girls," Atlas was briefed by Denver, the beta, who appeared perplexed by the information. "What? Why?" Atlas questioned.

Because of this, I am aware that they will play the role of a victim and will act as though they were harmed by me. This is because they believe that the Alpha will continue to believe them more than they will believe me.

"They said that your future Luna was the one who caused them damage and that she is a true witch who was attempting to curse them." The information was stated by Denver. I couldn't help but giggle because it's completely unrelated to what we were talking about, but I guess it just goes to show how easily I can deceive others.

"Are you out of your mind? What are you talking about?" I yelled and changed the hue of my eyes to match those of my wolf, I casually asked them, and I'm not even angry that they were lying to me. It makes no difference to me whether the Alpha decides to exclude me as a result of them.

At this point in life, I do not require anyone to defend or protect me; in fact, it would be preferable if people were to believe that s***. It's better than being a crybaby, staying, pretending, or watching some people fall in love with me when they know I can't love them back

"I've been telling you guys that she's a witch! She can't fall in love with the Alpha King; I'm sure she's just using him to gain all she wants in this world, which is the curse that afflicts every werewolf there is." An elderly woman yelled out.

But what she didn't know was that I'm well aware of my responsibilities and that I should pretend to love him.

I have to trick myself into believing that I love him, even though deep down I know that I don't.

"No, that's not how it works!" I let out a scream. "If I were like that, I would prefer to stay dead; I have a lot of respect for the Alpha King, who will be my successor, and I would never intentionally hurt the pack in a way that would hurt everyone in it. I may have no compassion for what you think, but I promise to have strength and compassion for him. It's his responsibility to take that word away from me!" I yelled out my fabricated justification. I don't experience anything, but the fact that everyone else is startled satisfies me.

"You've got that correct . . . " Atlas murmured something. It was clear from the look in his eyes that he was enjoying himself. He is pleased that I can speak up for myself and that I am aware of my responsibilities.

While he looked about at everyone else, he held my hand and looked at me while the beta and gamma had the two girls stand up.

"There aren't many individuals who can convince me to believe something with just a straightforward argument, but Celeste is the one and the only lady who can pull that off. She has the power to convince me of anything. Nothing else, I know that she loves me, and I know that I love her so much that I will never let any of you hurt her. If someone were to ever achieve that! Bringing her pain? You will have to pay for your depth with your life." He screamed. He is such a wonderful human being.

I don't think I deserve someone like him. I believe that he should have someone in his life who will adore him.