Warrior Luna and Her Dispell Poems

The Alpha’s Gaze

“I swear, Diana, did you see the way Asher looked at us?!” one of the girls squealed, twirling a strand of her hair between her fingers.

Diana, the head cheerleader and queen of the high school social scene, laughed, flipping her golden curls over her shoulder. Her bright blue eyes glittered with excitement as she glanced over at the running track where the boys were training.

“Of course, I saw! He looked right at me. Twice.” She pushed her chest out a little more, straightening her back. “I mean, who wouldn’t? I’m basically the whole package.”

The other girls giggled in agreement, their eyes glued to the tall, lean muscular figure jogging across the track. Asher Storm, heir to the Stormheart Pack, son of the legendary Luna Lora Storm and Alpha Azriel Storm. The one and only. Born into greatness and destined to be the next leader, Asher was everything every girl dreamed of. Handsome, powerful, rich and untouchable.

“I’m telling you, girls,” Diana said, her voice dripping with pride, “I think he’s finally starting to notice me. You saw how he smiled at us during the warm-up. Totally into me. Plus, that his 18th anniversary is coming this weekend, when he will finally be able to sense his mate. Maybe we are fated!”

“You’re so lucky!” one of her drone friends chirped. “I mean, who else could even stand a chance with the future Alpha?”

Their giggles echoed as they watched Asher, his every movement captivating them. His dark hair glistened with sweat as he sprinted effortlessly down the track, the power in his muscles undeniable. Every girl at the school, heck, the entire pack and from abroad, was obsessed with him. His athleticism, his confidence, and of course, his bloodline. Being the son of the greatest leaders of the Stormheart Pack and the nephew of Queen Kaia came with its own perks. Asher was born to rule, and everyone knew it.

When Asher turned his head in their direction, the girls gasped, and Diana’s smile widened. “Oh my God, he’s looking again!” she exclaimed, barely able to contain her excitement. “Do you believe it? He’s totally checking me out!”

Just as they were about to swoon over his gaze, one of the balls from the training session rolled toward the group, stopping a few feet away from Diana’s feet. The girls froze, their hearts racing as Asher jogged over to retrieve it. Their breaths caught as he approached, his smile easy and charming.

“Hey,” Asher said casually, his voice low and smooth as he reached down to pick up the ball.

Diana pushed her blonde curls back, flashing her best smile. “Hi, Asher!” she said breathlessly, standing a little taller and puffing out her chest in a way she hoped looked subtle. Her friends giggled beside her, practically vibrating with excitement.

Asher gave them a polite, but distracted smile before his eyes drifted beyond the group, settling on a figure sitting quietly on a bench just a few feet away.

“Hi, Bella,” he called out, his voice softening as he turned his full attention to the dark-haired girl seated.

Bella looked up, her blue eyes locking with his. Her heart skipped a beat at the sound of his voice, but she managed to keep her expression calm, offering him a small smile. “Hi, Asher,” she said, her voice quieter than she intended.

Asher’s smile lingered for a moment before he turned back to the field, jogging off to rejoin the training session.

The moment he was gone, the air around Bella changed. The other girls turned to her, their eyes narrowing, but they said nothing. They didn’t need to. The icy stares were enough to make Bella feel the weight of their jealousy. Diana's smile disappeared, replaced by a thin-lipped scowl. Though no one dared to say anything openly, Bella could feel the hostility radiating from them.

Bullying and harassment wasn’t tolerated in the Stormheart Pack, and anyone caught causing trouble faced harsh consequences. And no one was foolish enough to cross the daughter of the Delta couple, Dana and Tim Kent. But that didn’t mean there weren’t other, subtler ways to show disdain. They wouldn’t risk physical aggression, but they’d make her life difficult in other ways. The whispers, the rumors, the looks, those were weapons they wielded with skill.

Bella let out a slow breath, willing herself to remain calm, but it wasn’t easy. The moment the girls’ dirty looks hit her, she felt her wolf, Banja, stirring restlessly beneath her skin.

“I hate these wanna-be leeches,” Banja growled in Bella’s mind. Her wolf’s voice was sharp, seething with annoyance. “Just let me handle them, Bella. A little shove, a little scare, and they’ll back off. I hate their looks and definitely think that they are cooking something.”

Bella clenched her fists, struggling to keep Banja in check. “Banja, please,” she whispered internally, doing her best to calm her wolf. “We can’t make a scene. Not now. Not before we turn eighteen.”

“Why not?” Banja snapped. “I’m sick of their pathetic little games. You deserve better than this, and they need to be reminded where they stand. Under our paws. No one is allowed to disrespect us without facing the consequences.”

Bella sighed deeply, feeling the tension coil in her chest. “You know we can’t let anyone know you exist. Not yet, at least. Not until we’re of age. Mom and Dad’s orders.”

Banja huffed, her irritation palpable. “Orders, orders. I don’t care about orders. I care about you, Bella. And those girls? They need to know their place.”

Bella felt her wolf retreat reluctantly, her growl fading into silence. With Banja back in the shadows, Bella let out a long breath of relief. Crisis averted … at least for now. Her wolf was always a spitfire.

She glanced back at the group of girls who were still glaring at her with resentment. It was clear that Asher’s attention, however brief, had rattled them. Even if she had no intention of competing for Asher’s affections publicly, the fact that he spoke to her at all was enough to set them off.

Ignoring the tension, Bella rose from the bench, deciding it was best to leave before things escalated. She didn’t need attention. She didn’t want a drama. She just wanted to get through the day without causing any trouble.

But deep down, Bella knew that trouble was coming.

After PE class ended, Bella felt the tension of the day begin to lift. As she slung her backpack over her shoulder and headed home, her mind drifted back to Asher and the brief exchange they’d had at the track. She secretly has always had a huge crush on him since forever, but she tried to play it cool each time. They had been best friends since childhood, and she would not jeopardize their connection by revealing how she felt. She couldn't risk losing his friendship.

The walk through the forest path that led to her house was always peaceful. The scent of pine and the quiet sounds of nature calmed her mind, helping her push away any lingering thoughts about school or the petty stares from Diana and her followers. As Bella approached the familiar two-story house, she smiled. This was home.

As soon as she opened the door, the warm scent of fresh bread and herbs greeted her, and with it, the familiar voice of her adoptive mother, Dana.

"Hello, sweetie!" Dana called from the kitchen, her voice cheerful. "How was school? Any troubles I should be aware of?"

Bella chuckled, kicking off her shoes by the door. “No, Mom. All good,” she replied, making her way toward the kitchen. “Just the usual.”

Dana poked her head out from behind the counter, her bright red eyes twinkling with mischief as she wiped her hands on a towel. “The usual, huh? Well, I know what that means,” she teased, giving Bella a wink. “Your afternoon snack will be ready soon. I made your favorite.”

Bella’s heart warmed at her mother’s gesture. “Thanks, Mom,” she said, stepping over to give Dana a quick kiss on the cheek. She could feel love radiating from her, just as it always did. “You’re the best.”

“And don’t you forget it,” Dana replied with a playful grin before shooing her toward the stairs. “Go on, relax. I’ll call you when it’s ready.”

Bella smiled, feeling a wave of gratitude wash over her. She loved her mom's little acts of kindness, the way she always made sure Bella had a snack after school, the way she always knew when something was bothering her without even asking. It was these small, thoughtful moments that reminded Bella just how much her adoptive parents truly cared.

Up in her room, Bella sank onto her bed, the familiar comfort of the soft blankets and pillows easing her into a calm state. She lay back, staring at the ceiling, her thoughts drifting.

Dana and Tim Kent weren’t typical parents, far from that. As the Delta couple of the Stormheart Pack, they had their own unique roles and responsibilities. But that was only part of what made them special.

Dana wasn’t just a Delta’s wife; she was a highly trained elite warrior, a total badass. And, on top of that, she was a vampire, while her adoptive father, Tim, was a werewolf. Bella smiled at the thought. It wasn’t something many could say about their mothers, and while it was unusual, it also made their family all the more extraordinary. Despite being different, despite the mixed dynamics of their pack life, Bella felt nothing but unconditional love from both her parents. And for that, she was endlessly grateful.

Still, no matter how much she cherished her adoptive parents, there were moments, fleeting but powerful, where memories of her birth mother surfaced. The recollections were always hazy, but they carried with them a deep, aching sense of loss. Bella could still feel the love her birth mother had for her, the fierce devotion that had been cruelly ripped away the day she was killed by the Lycans.

She swallowed the sudden lump in her throat, blinking away the haze of emotion that threatened to overwhelm her. It wasn’t something she talked about, not even with Dana and Tim. How could she?

The memories were too painful, too raw, and it wasn’t fair to them. They had given her everything: stability, love, a home. The last thing she wanted was to burden them with the ghost of her past.

Just as Bella’s thoughts began to spiral into the dark corners of her mind, her mother’s voice floated up from downstairs.

“Bella Kent! Food on the table!” Dana’s voice was light and teasing, and it pulled Bella from her reverie instantly.

She smiled to herself, shaking off the heavy thoughts. “Coming!” she called back, pushing herself off the bed and heading downstairs.

As she walked toward the kitchen, the smell of fresh food enveloped her, comforting and familiar. And as always, the sound of her mother’s voice was enough to remind Bella of what she had now; a family that loved her, and a life that, despite its complexities, was filled with warmth.

And for the moment, that was enough.