A Luna's Revenge

freeing

The rest of my day had passed in a haze. I packed shelves with glazed over eyes and helped customers without really listening to their requests, handing them the mayonnaise instead of milk... that type of nonsense. I was grateful when my shift ended, otherwise Rosetta may have ended it for me. I couldn’t look past the icy blue eyes in front of me, my chest tightened at the mere thought of him touching me, and I found myself longing for more of it.

I hated what was happening, how could I be attracted to him... after all he had done. I will not allow my hormones to get the better of me, because that’s all it is, hormones. I was attracted to the incredibly sexy and mouth watering Alpha of the Dark Moon Pack, just like all the other woman in the pack who practically salivated at the sight of him. Perhaps that’s all part of being an Alpha. I wish my mother were with me to give me some guidance, a girl needs her mom, or at least a substitute for one... Rosetta? I looked over at her standing behind the counter, staring longingly at Noah. No, she is in no position to be giving advice, she is just as lost, or even more so. She was in love with Noah, anyone could see it by just looking at them together. She was an elegant woman with a tall and slender build, her greying hair was neatly straightened to frame her perfectly made up face in a bob. She had poise in everything she did and anyone’s first impression of her would be one of awe at the friendly beauty before them. She had lost her mate years ago and was now focusing her romantic thoughts on a very ignorant Noah. It’s a lost case, I shook my head as I untied my apron and placed it on the counter before hearing the bell chime as I walked out onto the sidewalk.

“I will have to figure this out for myself,” I mumbled as I headed over to the coffee shop to meet up with Robyn. As I walked the short route to where we were to meet up I felt the hair on the nape of my neck stand to attention. Someone was watching me, I could feel it, but even though my eyes searched all around me I couldn’t see anyone suspicious. I took hurried steps feeling insanely nervous. I was fine facing an enemy head on, but one I couldn’t see, that was the one I feared.

“Hey,” she said with a smile as she looked up from her cellphone’s screen, “I was starting to wonder if you were still coming.”

“I never go back on my promises,” I tell her, implying not only to the promise I had made to meet up after work, but more a reminder to myself of the promise I had made to make the three members of the brat pack pay for hurting me all those years ago. I was going to make them feel as rejected and worthless as I had felt when I was only a child. I know it is immature and borderline childish of me to want that, but they deserved to learn their lesson.

“Good! Because we are going to the mall,” she said cheerfully, managing to drain the last bit of cheer from me in return. The mall was not a place where I went willingly, but I am sick of being alone and I need a friend. Sacrifices will have to be made, I sighed internally.

At the mall we did all the things I found agonizing... trying on dresses, testing perfumes, analyzing boys and mocking their female counterparts. It would have been unbearable if not for Robyn, she had a way of making the not fun things bearable... I’d never admit it, even under extensive questioning, but I was enjoying feeling like a girl for the first time. As I looked at my reflection in the dressing room stalls taking in my petite and athletic figure, I looked like I could actually fit in, at least with her. She ended up twisting my arm into buying a few new items of clothing from a boutique with a unique Bohemian style. I loved how free the clothing range made me feel and I looked almost sultry when I paired the white flowing top with my black jeans and combat boots. I didn’t feel constrained by any rigid outlines when the top slid over my shoulder, exposing skin that had never seen the public before. I felt like a rebel, freeing myself from oppression... almost ironic how it related to other aspects of my life.

“Damn girl,” she said gasping for dramatic effect, “you look seriously hot! You will have all the men jumping through hoops to be with you.” Great... as if that was the peak of my life’s ambitions.

“Thanks,” I smiled wearily, “aren’t you buying anything?”

“Nope... I don’t need anything, I just love window shopping,” she said skipping towards the fountain in the middle of the mall, where all the food stalls were strategically placed around small tables and chairs which were filled with people sipping on their milkshakes and eating fries.

“Hi there,” a familiar voice said from behind me, making me spin around in its direction, “you look every bit as beautiful as you did at training, perhaps that’s why I let you beat me,” he said in a deep sensual voice as his finger brushed over my exposed skin. George was handsome with his strong broad shoulders and sandy brown hair and beard, neatly groomed to reflect his wealth and rank, but I was not an object available for purchase and shoved his hand away.

“I’d prefer if you kept your hands to yourself,” my words sounded clipped. He responded by lifting both of his hands in surrender, chuckling at my reaction, fuelling my anger.

“I came to ask your help,” he said keeping a respectable distance, “we need someone to train the other woman in the pack, and you’re perfect for the job.”