His Luna Queen

The Royal Messenger

Janet let out a low moan as the young man above her kissed his way down her throat. She was deliciously buzzed from her drinks at the frat party and now found herself making out with this extremely gorgeous senior in an empty bedroom. Janet felt his hands fumble at her belt buckle. She grabbed his hands to stop him. That was a no-go area. The fratboy, however, wouldn’t be deterred and tried to undo her belt buckle again as he placed sloppy wet kisses across her collarbone. He was effectively killing the mood and bringing her down from the feeling of euphoria that had engulfed her.

Sighing in exasperation, Janet grabbed his wrists this time, directing his hands to her side and letting out a soft but stern ‘No’. They were only supposed to be making out. His tongue dipped into the hollow of her neck and Janet let out a sigh of pleasure, wanting to melt back into oblivion where nothing existed except her buzz and the feel of someone's lips on her skin. She didn’t even know his name, but she sure appreciated the way he was making her feel right now. Like she was important.

But soon her sigh turned to a growl when the stupid man snapped open the button of her jeans. In one swift move, Janet twisted his wrist in her hands, effectively breaking it. He let out a drunken scream of pain.

“b***h!” he cursed at her, backing away. “You broke my hand, you freak!”

Janet tossed her black hair back over her shoulder and looked him straight in the eye as she sat up in the bed they’d been making out on.

“Since you clearly can’t understand ‘No’ or respect my boundaries,” Janet said evenly. "We're done here."

"I'm going to file charges against you," the frat boy slurred, his eyes tearing with pain.

Janet rolled her eyes and suddenly put on an innocent smile. She batted her eyes at the stupid frat boy. “What?" Janet asked, pretending to be totally aghast as she placed a hand to her chest to feign surprise. "Little ‘ol me couldn’t have possibly done that to you. You must have hurt yourself while drunk Drew.”

“My name’s Warren,” Warren spat as he nursed his hand against his chest.

The dumb innocent look vanished from Janet’s face as she looked at him sharply.

“Close enough Drew," she taunted before standing up and pulling down the edge of her tank top which the boy had pushed upwards to expose her toned flat stomach.

“I’m going to sue you!” he yelled before turning to leave and slamming the door behind him.

Janet let out a mirthless laugh before following in his wake. Like she couldn't take him. Her sister-in-law ,Alyssa, was a lawyer. And it wasn't like Alyssa hadn't fished her out of worse messes before. Janet momentarily remembered how she'd been labeled a delinquent when she'd been caught drinking underage at 17. Alyssa had managed to get her record wiped clean since Janet had still been a minor after making Janet promise never to indulge in underage drinking again. Never mind the fact that even right now, Janet was 20 and the legal age to drink was 21. But what Alyssa didn't know wouldn't hurt her.

She was bored already and decided it was time to go home. She found her best friend, Lola, dancing with some obnoxious freshman and decided to end Lola's fun.

“Let’s go!” Janet called to her.

Lola heard her through the noise thanks to her werewolf hearing and was by Janet’s side within the blink of an eye.

“A freshman Lola? Really?” Janet couldn’t help but ask as they made their way to Janet’s car parked on the road in the front of the frat house. Janet felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. She pulled her leather jacket tighter around her as a shiver passed through her. She wasn’t cold, especially not in August. But she couldn’t shake the feeling that she was being watched. Janet looked around uneasily, clutching her leather jacket tighter as if to shield herself from prying eyes.

“Get in the car Lola, and don’t come out unless I mind link you,” Janet said in an undertone before quickly slinking into the shadows.

Lola’s eyes widened as she got into Janet’s black truck and locked all the doors. Janet had an amazing sense of approaching danger. But what would someone be doing lurking outside a frat party? Lola swallowed audibly at the mere thought of some predator waiting to take advantage of a drunk girl trying to go home after a night of partying.

Suddenly, a man was thrown onto the hood of Janet’s car. Lola screamed as she saw Janet determinedly making her way to the man, her boots resounding loudly against the road as Janet huffed from exertion. Apparently Janet had found whoever was watching them and thrown him quite far, right into plain view of Lola. Janet grabbed the man by the collar, her eyes flashing yellow to show her wolf was out.

“Why are you spying on us?” Janet growled.

“I-I don’t want to fight yo-you L-Luna,” the man gasped, his eyes downcast.

Janet’s eyes suddenly narrowed. She let the young man go as if he was on fire.

“What did you just call me?” Janet asked in a fierce whisper.

The young man reached into his satchel bag and took out an envelope. Janet took a step back. The seal on the envelope belonged to the royal werewolf family of England.

“Who sent you?” Janet asked evenly, her eyes steady and fixed sternly the poor messenger.

“Yo-your mate. King Nicholas Clayton,” the messenger murmured, eyes still downcast. “Please Luna, accept-“

“I am no one’s Luna!” Janet growled out, walking past him and towards the driver's side door of her truck.

“I’ve been charged with delivering this message to you and only you!” he called after her. "I'm the official Royal Messenger!" he exclaimed, as if that was supposed to mean something to Janet.

Janet’s response was the slamming of her door as she got into the driver’s side. She honked her horn, willing the poor messenger to move out of the way otherwise she’d run him over with her truck. When he didn’t move, Janet muttered, “He’s a werewolf, he’ll live,” and ran straight through him.

Lola screamed. Janet didn't even flinch as she put the pedal to the medal.

The messenger ended up on the side of the road, just barely escaping harm thanks to his quick reflexes. He cursed. He’d just started this job and didn’t want to mess up. Wisely, he mind-linked his superior for further orders.

You were right. Luna Janet isn’t too thrilled to see me.

The young messenger sighed in exasperation. He didn’t get paid nearly enough for this. He looked down at his scratched hands that were already healing. If this lady was supposed to be their Luna Queen, the kingdom was doomed.