5

I stay still in a single position looking at this home of his and my mouth chooses to widen as I looking forth and back. I have been in the wild for so long that I don’t mind being here for a change even if I’m forced.

“Come; let me show you your room.” He says to me and he does it very casually like I am some invited guest.

“Like a guest, I follow him upstairs silently and we climb up a staircase touching the part where he claims that he marked me.” Dane opens the door to the room and he beckons her to enter.

I look at him before I walk in and I am really marveled at how beautiful it looks. I’m actually wondering if he is really using me as a hostage or something else. I turn back to him after taking my eyes away from the polished tiles, walls; even the air is just so clean.

What are you thinking? He asks me and I remember that he is right behind me.

“You cannot keep me here forever.” I say to him even when I would like to rest here.

“Of course, I can’t.” He says.

Then, what is this? You want me to your mate?

You want me to be luna? I don’t know how packs work but I’ve had too many mates in this lifetime. And all has been by force!

After I say that he pauses like he also understands where I am coming from. There is a part of me that hopes he would understand.

“At least make me understand this…why exactly do you need me so much? All my life, I’ve been told by my grandparents that I would be a Luna.” It doesn’t seem right. Why would I be one when they did not even know whether I become an alpha’s mate?

“But as time went on, I did become an alpha’s mate.” He is dead and once again, you are choosing me to become a luna even when you hate me because my curse is the reason you lost your beloved brother.

Dane ruffles his hands through his hair and bites his lips before taking a look at her.

“I’m tired.” How about we talk about all of this tomorrow?

“As of now, I need you to take it easy on yourself.” It will begin to make sense very soon but you have got to not try to kill yourself. You must be hungry. He says to me.

“No.”

“I’m fine; I would just like to rest and take time to consider not trying to kill myself.”  I say to him in the best possible way that I feel I can process all my thoughts.

He bends his head in agreement and heads out of the room while closing the door behind. I take a deep breath after he is out of the rom and I head over to it, using the door knob to keep the door secured.

After that, I stare at the large bed, it has definitely been some while before I slept on a soft bed and this would really be a good night if I could just accept the changes. Slowly, I walk over to the closet and I see it is filled with comfortable clothes in sweater, jeans, t-shirts.

I take out a t-shirt and a pair of joggers. Right before I close it, I see a pair of white socks and there are drawers in the closet with flip flops. I smile when I see that and take it out.

“Next, I head over to the toilet and it curves a smile on my face.” There are shampoos in the cupboards and my hair has been a grumpy mess for the longest time. I waste no time in pulling my clothes off and getting into the shower to get all of the dirt away from my skin.

After spending thirty minutes in the bathroom, I laugh taking out the towel I wrapped around my head because my eyes have caught a blow dryer. I plug it n and blow out my ginger hair, smiling and humming something to myself.

It is funny how I am in this place that I hate so much but I am having the best time. I have been running for so long and I have forgotten how I used to live before the burden of being a rejected luna rested on my shoulders.

My hair is dry and I stare at myself in the mirror. The one thing that remains is the mark of the crescent moon on my forehead. There is no amount of washing that would remove it but I will not think about it today.

I turn off the light of the room and climb unto the bed. It is soft and so comfortable that tears fall from my cheeks as I close my eyes to sleep.

The next morning, I am woken by a knock on the door but it scares the hell out of me. I wake up in fear before I remember where I am and that I am not being pursued instead, I have already been captured.

 The pain of being captured hurts me for a while and I stay still for a moment but I am taken out of that thought because there is another knock on the door.

Maria? Are you allve? Dane asks.

“Yes.” I respond even when I didn’t think I would.

“Come downstairs and eat.” He says as I get out from my bed and head into the toilet first. I take a look at myself in the mirror at first before I realize that there is a toothbrush and other hygienic materials at another cupboard.

The toothbrush is in the color pink and that really makes me wonder if he put consideration into what to fix in the room. He hates me so why would he go through all of this. It doesn’t make sense to me and I just can’t relate to it.

I take the toothbrush and paste to brush, and floss teeth wondering why he would think pink was even an appropriate color. I am far from anything that seemed presentable for a lady.

I decide to take a bath and change clothes into another ruffled look but at least it is neat, fresh and my hair is washed too. I braid my hair into two pig tails and it reveals my big blue eyes.

“Sometimes, I forget how truly pretty I am because of all the hatred the pack members have for me.” But today, in a slight moment, I remember what I know about myself.

I close the door of the room silently and begin to head downstairs. As I come down, I see Dane speaking to someone and their attention is shifted to me when I reach their sight. It is a woman and she doesn’t seem to have a sneer on her face when she looks at me.

She nods towards Dane and heads out of the house.

“Morning.”

He says to me but I do not answer.

He uses his hands to guide me to the breakfast table and take my seat, picking up the silverware fork to eat the scrambled eggs and sausages. Dane pours two of orange juice and he sets one for me.

“ I eat silently, enjoying the buttery taste of my breakfast and not falling for his one sided kindness.”  He takes his seat in front of me and I do not make eye contact with him whatsoever.

Slowly, he picks his fork and begins to dig into his food.

Have your grandparent ever spoken to you about the legend? The legend of the chosen female? He asks and I stop eating when he says that.

“It’s just a story.” I reply him but I do not take my eyes off my bed.

Why my grandparents? It’s a story every parent tell their female children. I say to him and take a sip from my glass.

Dane is quiet after I reply him and I stare at him wondering what the issue is. It is worse enough that he starts our conversation with a legendary story.

“I know this may sound like a joke to you but I believe that you are the chosen.” He says and I burst into laughter covering my face and thankful that there isn’t orange juice in my mouth at the time that I laughed.

“Yes, it sounds untrue.” I need you to listen to believe every word that I say. He says with seriousness and I pretend to play good as he speaks.

“Don’t tell that is the treason you have brought me back to this pack.” Is the reason you have pursued me all over Eastwood? I ask, my anger ready to burst off if this really was the reason.