Hazel Dalton has always known her parents never wanted her. She is the girl, who should have been a boy. The family dissapointment. Keeping her nose in a book, Hazel tries to escape the world, who does not want her. But always looking down, is not only a good thing, especially when you dream of finding your mate and hoping he might be the strong and handsome Alpha of your pack. Grady Starwood becomes Alpha of the Starfall pack when he is 18, and if there is something he dreams of more then lead his pack to greatness, it is to find his destined mate and cherish her forever. His parents has instilled a love for the matebond, and a respect for the gifts the Moon Goddess bestows upon you in him since he was a small pup. It is with some disappointment, but also a small hope, that Grady does not find his mate right away. He has always had a crush on the quiet and shy Hazel Dalton, and found her astoundingly beautiful. Despite his daily fan club of hopeful she-wolves, lead by Josie Dalton, waiting for him to pick one of them as his chosen mate, Grady remains steady in his resolves to wait until Hazel is 18 and see. What happens when Grady finds his dream girl to be his mate, but a severe misunderstanding drives her away from him and his pack? Will she ever return or will he be forced to take a chosen Luna? Can Hazel ever come back and forgive her mate for what she thinks is his betrayal? Will she give him a chance to explain? Or will the mate she so badly wanted be the villain in her story forever? Drama, twists and unexpected turns. This is; The Alpha's Runaway Luna
View MoreHazel P.O.V.
‘Please come to the woods and meet me tonight at 8pm. I’ll be waiting by the old oak tree’. The memory of the note popped into my mind when I see a couple come into the store hand in hand, all smiles. They are wolves as I can see their matemarks. They look at each other like no one else exists.
It made me think back to that memory, thinking of what could’ve been. The note I had received was from my Alpha, Grady Starwood.
I woke early, even before the sun had even come over the horizon to the sound of purring in my head. I smiled to myself. This could only mean one thing. I had actually gotten my wolf today. Mom and dad were dead sure I would never be important or strong enough for the Moon Goddess to bless me with a wolf, let alone a mate. They kept threatening me with kicking me out, which I knew was an empty threat because that meant a bump in their flawless pack reputation. The summer holidays began today and I was graduating with honors, much to my parents' horror.
‘Hello Hazel!’ My wolf says in a confident husky voice. I close my eyes to enjoy her even more.
“Hi! What is your name?” I ask her, wanting to know everything all at once. She barks a laugh.
‘My name is Ebony, and I’m very pleased to be paired with a kindhearted human such as you.’ She answers, sitting with her tail wagging in my mind.
‘Can we shift?’ I want to do it already so no one can hinder me. Rumor has it that if a wolf does not shift on their actual birthday, then their wolves will go feral and kill themselves. Ebony barks again but nods eagerly.
‘That would be a pleasure if you are sure?’ She says, and I’m already getting dressed in my tiny little basement room.
Outside I hurry to the treeline and pull my clothes off again. I close my eyes and let Ebony do her thing. I feel my bones snap and reshape. It hurts, but not as much as I would have thought it would. Ebony tells me to open my eyes and as I do, I get the distinct feeling someone is watching me. Looking around I see no one, so I look down instead. My paws are dark brown and I shake out our fur.
The day goes back with many issues except my sister Josie trying to stir her usual attention seeking troubles. I manage to dodge her most of the day. Some time during classes the Beta came to me with a note from the Alpha; Please come to the woods and meet me tonight at 8pm. I’ll be waiting by the old oak tree’. I found it weird, but I was also curious. I have had a major crush on Alpha Grady since forever with the rest of the female population of the pack. He is a tall muscled greek god walking amongst us just being absolutely gorgeous and amazing. Ebony stirred while I held the note, saying she smelled something amazing but didn’t know what it was.
Dinner was a disaster as I knew it would be. Mom and dad were scolding me for graduating with honors, humiliating my siblings, because it made them look bad, especially Josie. I just internally rolled my eyes. None of them congratulated me on my birthday, but they definitely knew it was today because mom asked casually if I had gotten a wolf or not. I said I had and she scoffed.
“Yeah, as if!” As proof I called forth my fangs, earning a hard slap on the face from her, and my father for disrespecting my elders. I just sighed and apologized before moving to the front door.
They immediately asked where I was going? I said I was going for a walk and would be back later. I should have known it was way too easy to get out that night.
In the forest I walked along the paths, enjoying the quiet night as a scent invaded my senses. Ebony perked up in my mind, her tongue hanging out. As we got closer, the scent got stronger.
‘Our mate is there!’ Ebony said, and I wondered who it could be. Could it really be the Alpha who I had crushed so hard on? I walked through the last grubs and branches, only to stop dead in my tracks at the sight in front of me.
There by the old oak tree stood Alpha Grady and the scent definitely came from him, but that was not what made me stop. With him stood my sister Josie - but fucking naked. She was unbuttoning his shirt for him, her arousal strong enough to reach me and make me gag.
“Hazel!” Alpha Grady says, his eyes wide and concerned. I don’t answer as I turn around and leave the scene. Ebony is howling in my mind from the pain of seeing him with none other than that skank to Josie.
At home my parents are waiting for me.
“Happy birthday, Hazel. This is an envelope with money for a plane ticket. I’m sure you can go somewhere else and be a disappointment. We already told the taxi driver to take you away.” Mom said coldly, throwing a duffle bag at me and handing me the envelope. I snatch it, looking at them both with undisguised hatred at that moment. They knew! They knew she was going there. Josie must have seen or got told about the note and gone through my stuff. “Josie is going to be Luna - she is the fitting person for the position. Not you.” Dad says with a scoff pointing to the taxi.
I left without looking back. He could take her as his chosen mate if he wanted the pack to burn to the ground. I just left. No rejection, nothing. Just pure heartache and sorrow.
“Yo, earth to Hazel?” My best friend and roommate Kaia says, waving a hand in front of me. I smile at her, grabbing her hand and giving her a high five. She laughs, but I see the worry in her eyes. “You okay, babe?” She asks, following the young couple she notices must have been the trigger for my zoning out. I nod with a smile.
“Yeah, sorry about that.” She waves a hand dismissively. We met in the bookstore a few weeks after I moved to Blue Cove. I came here because this is where I knew Hope, my sister, lived. She was an outcast like me, only worse. She is the sister my parents refused to recognize solely because she was born from an indiscretion of my father. I called her from the cab and she immediately told me to come here and live with her.
We were happy together, especially when we found out that she was pregnant with my niece. Unfortunately, the happiness lasted shortly. Her ex-husband, who had gotten her pregnant by raping her, murdered her just before Lily turned 1.
We were sitting at home, and had a restraining order on Taylor because of his excessive behavior. Even for a human he was very controlling and possessive. He kicked down the front door making Hope push Lily into my arms ordering me to run away with her while she distracted Taylor. I did as she asked, running to the neighbors and telling them to call the police. Suddenly shots ring out from our home and I remember screaming for Hope, while three grown men had to hold me back. One of the wives has taken Lily at this point to protect her. Taylor comes out from the house with blood all over him and I see red. Ebony loses all control, throwing the three men off of us and running after our sister’s murder. We tackled him to the ground and got a few good punches in before people dragged me off him again.
He got sent away for life, and I adopted my niece as per Hope’s will.
“Are you sure you’re good? You have the thinking and reminiscing face on.” Kaia presses on. I smile and nod.
“Yeah, I’m good. It’s just the 5 year anniversary of my leaving the Starfall pack is coming up and right after that it's been 4 years since Hope was murdered. I miss her terribly.” Kaia hugs me close.
“I know, babe. I’m sorry.” I kiss her cheek. Kaia and Lily are my family now, and I couldn’t wish to have more than those two in my life.
Hazel P.O.V.The lower gate guard up the block lifts his head as if hearing his name. Three quick knocks sound on the post. Two slow. Old coin code. Becky kills the gate’s attempt to be helpful from her place with Lily with a little grunt of effort and a grin.“Foxglove favors the quick,” someone murmurs from the hedge. Josie’s voice is a ribbon you can hang anything on if you don’t mind it snapping under weight.Grady leans a fraction. “Onyx?” he asks the part of him that bares teeth only for need.Hold, Onyx says, rumble over our matebond.The fox thread Sable seeded under the third stone shivers, the line Nova saw this morning tries to be funny. My mark heats, the house hum warns me the way your body warns you about bad meat.“Girls,” I say without looking, and Zara steps into the crowd we seeded on purpose today with aunties. Children lift, chatter changes flavor and the world glances to its corners.Josie pads out of the hedge as if she’s the one with the spoon and the bead ring
Hazel P..O.V.Last light leans over the south bridge painting the sky in pretty colors. The river breathes damp and the stones answer with an old ache that isn’t all mine anymore.“Circle,” I say, and Miss Pat presses the iron spoon into my palm like a priest handing over a relic.“Yes, Luna,” she murmurs, and the way it sits in the air, Luna, doesn’t scrape today. My mark warms where Grady’s teeth taught me, ink bright under skin, a thin ring of thorns and a line of little suns along my collarbone, a story written in the language of we chose this. His mark on him mirrors mine but not copy, the same thorns threading a crescent on his neck, my name hidden in knotwork only he knows how to read.Elder Max sets his rod, iron tipped, legal in a way that makes men behave, into the notch we chalked yesterday and Becky taped the city’s mouth shut where it lies out of habit while River has his storm coiled around the crowd, gentle as a good leash.I lay ash in a circle while the house hums bac
Kaia P.O.V.The club at 4th. Up close it smells like bleach, cologne, and poor decisions.“Pairs,” I say at the curb, chalk already dirtying my fingers. “We go in with paper, not muscles. Loud enough the girls hear it’s over, quiet enough we don’t make them targets.”“Yes, Beta,” comes back, Zara at my left, Ares on door, two precinct officers in soft armor behind, because Becky likes writ, witness and wheels. Adrian stands at my right, collar open to the evening, a grin on his handsome face.“Consent check,” he murmurs, eyes on the reflection in the black glass. “You anchor, I cut. If you say stop.”“You stop,” I finish, and the starburst behind my ear warms. My canteen knocks my hip; as vinegar sloshes like a promise.Outside, Becky’s cones corral a reporter herd into a polite crescent. Inside, the front desk clerk rearranges his face into lamp mode the second he sees us. The bouncer starts to grow a spine but sees the precinct officers and decides a spine is overrated.Ares plants,
Grady P.O.V.Becky has had the lobby laced with “scheduled maintenance” cones that are aggressively cheerful. A strip of yellow tape makes a bright seam across the mouth of the lobby like a smile we don’t trust, and reporters have already formed a crescent, noses up for blood. Above us, the city’s cameras blink dumb and docile because Becky told them to.“Positions,” River says in my ear, calm and maybe even bored. “The north door is clean. Driver idling on the east and three suits at reception trying to grow spines.”“Copy,” Becky sings, a sugary voice also hard and precise. “Writs loaded. Lobby mics live. If anyone opens their mouth and lies, my bell earrings will ring.” Elder Max stands to my left with his clay satchel and that pen that could cut a man in half with a properly worded clause. His eyes skim the assembled faces and do not linger anywhere unworthwhile.“Consent check,” I murmur into the packline, habit now. “Hazel?”A hand on my back through the bond, the porch light in
Sabel P.O.V.I sit on the east abutment, skirts tucked up out of the honest damp, and let the nettle thread slide from my wrist into the seam where frost and boots taught the stone to part ways. Beads click in my palm, a good rosary spoiled by purpose. One, two, three; foxfire, foxglove, fox-bell. A ladder is only a story with pretensions.Under me the bridge hums a new note, as if someone taught the granite a lullaby that understands the word no. The house is singing again, with little lamps all along the bones, dotted iron around soft throats and the hush of a covenant you cannot counterfeit. Pretty and very inconvenient.“Sun-bloom,” I murmur, tasting the metal in the air. “Who taught you to wear your vows on your skin, little wolves?” A bell in my hand rings once, polite, and the hum leans like a plant toward light. I drop the bell into the river because politeness is not what we came for and the sound swims away and everything tightens as boys with nets move in the shadows and th
Joel P.O.V.Service tunnel, south cutBeck pinged me with the fact that my parents were on the move again. “Is Olive with you? She left the packhouse in a hurry after looking me over the shoulder for a minute.” “Always,” I send, and Bailey, my wolf, paces tight inside my ribs. Olive’s already got her boots on and her pack slung, mint-and-key tattoo peeking shy-brave from her collar. She reads my face, sets her palm to my throat where our shared ring warms.“Consent check,” she whispers. “I’m at your side.”“Yes,” I tell her. “And behind me when I say.” She nods, no flinch, no pout, just trust. It tightens my chest more than the run will, and I admit to myself how much I love this woman, and what I will do for her.We take the iron stairs under the laundry chute and drop into the service level that remembers coal and secrets. The air tastes like old soap. Bailey noses scents this air in my mind, two colognes, the old one that used to be my father’s armor, paper-dry and proud, and the
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