The Luna Fighter

Chapter ,23 talking it over

Carla’s P.O.V

  I sat there listening to him and even though Kidz had already told me all of this, I wanted to hear it from him too. It was his past and I wanted him to tell me the truth about it, so the fact that Kidz told me before made it easier to know whether he was lying or not. I didn't think he would tell me so soon after what had happened and after Kidz had told me, but I guessed he was feeling guilty or like he had to tell me to justify his actions. Something felt off with the surroundings though and it kept distracting me, so I looked out into the woods because I felt like I was being watched, but I quickly shook off the feeling and looked at Brandon again. He hadn't once made eye contact with me, like it was too hard for him to do, but once he had stopped talking he slowly looked at me. I just sat there, looking into his eyes and trying to figure out exactly what I wanted to say to him. I was still pissed off that he had done that to me, but I also understood why he was keeping me at a distance emotionally. He had a history and it was haunting him, but at the same time it didn't make up for what he had done.

  “You never told me I was your second chance mate.” I said, looking right into his eyes and I could see that he felt guilty about it.

  “I know, but I just didn't know how to tell you. I don't like talking about my first mate, especially after what she did to me.” Brandon replied and I nodded in understanding.

  “Listen Brandon, I’m only going to say this once and I will not repeat it. I’m nothing like her, I don't use people, I have a mate and that's you. I don’t cheat and I don't lie, I'm loyal and I’m rock solid, but if you're still living in the past then maybe I’m not for you.” I said, but Brandon’s head shot up and he stared at me

  “What do you mean, maybe you're not for me? The Moon Goddess chose us for each other.” Brandon asked, slightly growling. 

  “I mean I can't and won't live in the past with you. What she did was horrible, but I’m not her and I don't deserve to be treated as if I was the one who wronged you. Maybe you should and I should just split up, so you can be single and do you, then I’ll do me. You can get your head straight and figure out what you want. I’ll do the party tomorrow and I’ll do those four fights, after that if you feel like you want me, then maybe we can be together, if I decide I still want to be with you.” I said and he looked so pissed off as he tried not to growl.

  “No, I’m not going to split up with you. I’m not going to do me and you're not going to do you. If you're going to be rock solid then I will try to be as well, but I always want the truth, no matter how much you think it will hurt or how angry you think it will make me.” Brandon replied, making me sigh.

  “As long as you give me the truth, then I will give you the truth. I’m not playing around here and if you ever do that to me again, Brandon, I’m done. I will split up with you and I will leave for good. I would rather be a rogue than stay with someone that will put their hands on me.” I said and got up from the swing as he carefully watched me. I hope he has learnt his lesson because I’m willing to give him another chance, but I’m not going to live in the shadow of what his first mate did to him because I’m not her and I didn’t do anything.

  “Are you coming with me or are you just going to sit there like a lost puppy?” I asked, turning to face him. He chuckled, looking relieved and stood up from the porch swing.

  “So the party tomorrow, you said someone was going to help me. Who is that someone?” I asked as we walked back into the pack house.

  “Her name is Ripley, she's actually a pack member and she helps the women get ready for dancing, balls and mating rituals. She will be up here at six in the morning to start getting you ready for the party. Now, when you meet your first challenger I want you to listen and you do what you think you need to do because if I tell you then it might go differently.” Brandon replied, shocking me with the time. Six in the bloody morning, is he kidding? How long does it take to shower, throw a dress and heels on and then do my hair and make-up?

  “Why so early? How about we start at eight in the morning, that way I would get enough sleep?” I asked, hoping he would say yes and then I heard him chuckle again.

  “Because you will find out how long it's going to take to get you ready. Ripley is a perfectionist and likes to go into detail, so before you know it you will be spoiled rotten by her.” Brandon replied and I sighed.

  “Alright, well if I’m going to get up at six, then I’m going to need to get some rest. It's getting late anyways, I mean it's still early, but you already know I’m a grumpy ass in the morning.” I said and that made him laugh again.

  “Yeah, I know all too well, come on, let's get you upstairs and I’ll lay with you until you go to sleep.” Brandon said as we walked through the pack house and up the stairs to the bedroom. I wasn’t going to allow anything to happen between us tonight, but I didn't mind him lying next to me.