Luna On The Run

Sometimes life can leave the most bitter of tastes in our mouths. A taste that can sting your throat like a fresh brand. Sometimes you get lucky, and the Moon Goddess keeps her eyes on you with one hand in your fate. Sometimes your life is a hot mix of both, and you experience two seasons in that mix. A season of famine where life never seems to end. Harrowing experience after experience leaves anger on your skin that you never can seem to wash off. This season is soul-sucking and exhausting. The second season is one of feast. In this season, you get every ounce of happiness and fulfillment you can experience. Never get comfortable in this season. It can end all too quickly. Hi, my name is Adelaide Williams… or well, it was. You can call me Rowan for now… and I guess this is my story. Welcome to the s.h.i.t show. The inside of my lips is raw from gnawing them. I couldn't take my eyes off my bag in the corner by the door as Jacob's mother and all the women she chose as my bridal party chatted beside it. When she asked me about the backpack, I told her it was the hair things and makeup I thought I needed. I played dumb when she told me she hired someone for that. Even though I am a doctor, and my family is well off, I am a very independent person. Jacob, on the other hand, hires someone for everything. What would they think if they knew the contents of that backpack is my freedom? They ushered me in front of the massive mahogany doors that would soon open, and I would have to walk down the aisle without my arm on my father's because I had let him cut me off from everyone and everything that helped me build myself into the woman, he claimed to love so much. But this isn't love. It's a show. I knew this was it the moment they left me behind those doors. My one shot. The only shot I will ever get. It is at this moment that I take myself back. Otherwise, the next time I see my family, it will be my funeral that they attend. So I grabbed the backpack and ran through the front door of this fake a.s.s church. I was keen on having the ceremony here because of the train tracks. Jacob said the train tracks made this place unattractive. But his wedding gift to me was picking the church. So I chose the one that held my escape route. I knew if I stuck to the highway, I would be caught and dragged back by the hair of my head kicking and screaming, and let's face it, it isn't hard to miss a b***h running down the street in a fugly ass wedding dress. So I ran, and I ran. I don't know how long, but I knew I would be out of town by now. It's been hours, and even with the fear that Jacob and his goonies were right behind me, I stopped. The train is soaking wet and is just dragging me down. It was like the weight of my mistakes intended to make my journey to freedom harder was latched onto the back of the dress that I would have never chosen for myself, to begin with. The long sleeves were making the summer heat unbearable, and that made me cuss Jacob again, "You need long sleeves and a collar to cover those tattoos. Once we're married, you won't be working anymore, and you can have the damn things removed. You'll take those piercings out too." I hate him so f*****g much. I was fine the way I was before. I hate that it took me being tied into this ugly thing to find a way out. I thought for a second about turning and going back. Claiming that I had cold feet and loved him, I had just made a mistake. But I told him the last time, when he promised it would never happen again, that I would leave when he f****d up. Then he f****d up the night before we were to be married. He accused me of cheating because I had fallen asleep and missed his call. This isn't love. Maybe I don't know what love looks like the way I thought I did. But I know it isn't this. The black eye and bite marks that the caked makeup on my face and neck is covering prove that. Right? I dropped the backpack to the ground and wiggled my way out of the tulle and lace, and I changed into jeans and a t-shirt right there in the open. I wouldn't have cared if the pope had seen my ass at that point. I fished the sneakers from my bag and slipped them on my sore feet. I grabbed the pack of cigarettes that Jacob would have s**t if he knew I had been hiding. I lit one, inhaling it deeply into my already aching lungs. I stood there looking out into the world that could be freedom for me, and with one last draw, I flicked the cigarette onto the skirt of the dress. Once I knew the flames would swallow it, I grabbed my backpack and ran some more. Now without the heels and the soaked train, I could get further much faster. The night was falling now, and the tears I swore I wouldn't cry almost overpowered me when I saw a train ready to take off. I jumped onto an empty cart and hid in the corner. I sent a silent prayer to the skies that no one would find me there, and when the train started rolling, I clutched my bag and fought to urge to laugh. I'm free. Saint POV: "Get ahold of Bain. Something is happening. There is a massive concentration of magic around the old Cooper farm, and it is like a f.u.c.k.i.n.g beacon for creatures we don't need around here. If he bucks over it, remind him that he owes me." I sat back at my desk as my assistant left to do as I had asked. I'm trying to figure out why that old place had woken up again. It has been dormant for seventy years or better, and now that it's awake again, the herd has returned, and the house is rebuilding and stabilizing itself and is almost done. I need to know why it is awake, and Bain is the only man I can spare right now. I had been on the phone all morning calling every business and every colleague I could to warn them about whatever in the hell was going on here, and as the evening fell, I went to shower and change for tonight. I know Lyla will be at the club tonight, and if anything, she is an easy f.u.c.k, and I could use the distraction. As I was tying my shoe, Bain decided to bust through my door with black eyes glowing. "What do you want, Bain? I'm busy." I didn't even look at him. I am so used to his little b***h fits that they don't even phase me anymore. "I am not going to babysit the freaky farm for you. The place gives me the willies. Send someone else." His chest rose and fell rapidly, and his white hair clung to his forehead. "No." I didn't give him anything else. He didn't need it. I am the alpha. I make the rules. He turned to leave, but my response had him stopping in his tracks. He gripped the door frame, making the wood splinter in his hands. "Bain. You owe me." I reminded him again. "I don't owe you s.h.i.t, Saint. Just because your goddess gave you a bond with me doesn't mean I can feel it. At best, I would f.u.c.k you again. But I have no interest in being in a relationship with you or your ego. It doesn't make me feel whole. Do you feel whole?" I wasn't able to look at him. He is right. Even with the bond between us, I don't have the need to just be alone with him. Mate bonds aren't supposed to be that way. "Besides, both of us like p***y too much to ever be tied to each other permanently." He still hadn't turned to me, but I laughed at his willingness to admit he wants me as much as I do him. He isn't wrong about one thing, though. There is something about a dripping wet p***y sliding around my c**k that I can't live without. But that doesn't mean that I am wrong either. Bain is my mate, and because he won't accept it, and I can't reject him, he owes me this much.