Scaramouche And Mona Novels & Stories

Standing until all the attention was completely on me, I waited a few moments longer like I planned for this. Then, I moved. It wasn't a nervous walk. It wasn't a hurried pace either. It was a calm, measured stroll. The stroll of a person who owned the place. The stroll of the Luna. "Who is she?" some people asked. "What's that scar on her face?" others asked. "Why is she fat? What kind of werewolf is fat?" some others asked. "She looks disgusting!" they mocked. I heard a few chuckles and giggles here and there, but I kept my face straight and head forward, entirely committed to my strut.

I asked of them but they only smiled in response and continued to call me Anastacia. The Luna, Luna Gemma, was a slender and tall woman with flaming red hair and her mate was the opposite of herself. Alpha Noel was short, round and had dark hair. They both wore expressive smiles and doting expressions as though they were grandparents meeting their precious grandchild after a long time. What made it all the more ridiculous was that my mother’s pack never appeared in my life both in the past and now. In fact, my father was so sensitive regarding anything that concerned my mother that he never mentioned her or where she had come from.

She asked curiously but something doesn't add up. I mean I have asked him about the scars and he insinuated that it was BDSM gone wrong and honestly I didn't think much of it because that was when we just lost our parents and he was a little rebellious at that point but I still think she got the wrong guy... I mean now I understand why she fled immediately she saw him shirtless but anyone could have a similar scar, right?

Claire got a hold of Mona's hair and yanked her head up to seeth into her face. "What the..." Mona groaned as she tried to release her hair from Claire's grip. "You want his body, don't you? Impress me, maybe I'll show some mercy and let you have a taste of him!" Claire clipped out from behind the mask. Mona was taken aback. She peered at the head mask with a frown before her lips lifted in a mad scowl. "Who the hell are you?" She yelled as she wriggled to free herself.

One of them made a lewd face. Mona looked about and saw people excitedly taking out their phones to record and whispering to one other, but no one appeared willing to help. She even heard someone say things like "mistress" and "serves her right." Her brows furrowed, and she rapidly hit a certain location on her phone with her fingers. "Leave me alone." She yelled at the two troublemakers. But they seemed to enjoy her scolding, even laughing at it. "Don't worry; we won't let you down physically, even if we can't match Mr. Cox wallet." One of them scowled and reached out to touch her face.

I sank into the hug, grateful for the older woman’s steadying presence. “You’ve done well, Lexie,” Lady Samantha murmured, her voice soft but filled with pride. “You’ve made it through the first step of your journey as Luna. And the Moon Goddess has blessed you.” I nodded, feeling both the weight of my role and the sincerity of the blessing. “Thank you, Lady Samantha,” I whispered. “But I’m... I’m not sure. The water—what we saw in it...” Lady Samantha pulled back slightly, her expression serious but filled with understanding. She looked over her shoulder at Paul, who stood a few steps behind, watching the two of us with a mix of curiosity and concern. The Luna placed her hands on my shoulde

I stood, calm and controlled. “She’s neither.” Mona’s eyes gleamed as she closed the last of the space between us. She was close enough that I could see the scar near her collarbone—the one she kept visible on purpose. “She should be one or the other,” she whispered. “Soon. Because people are watching. And in our world, blurred lines don’t stay blurred. They get… erased.” Her hand grazed my lapel, too familiar. I didn’t flinch, but the glass in my hand cracked—just enough for a line of red to run down my wrist.

I felt Ronin disagree, but I didn’t care what he thought. Mona laughing close by and I smelled her sweet caramel scent. “Thank you, Andres for getting me out of there. I think Luna Barbara told everyone I was single.” “No, problem, Alpha. I see Mary has been busy as well.” Andres said. I hated the guy. His arrogant face, his slick curls and the way he talked about Mona. “Yeah, she tried to take the attention away from me, but it didn’t seem to work.” Mona said. Andres spun her around and dipped her low, “how could it, when you look like that.”

The words ‘treat you well’ would have sounded most apt when presented to Scarlet, but I fathomed she wasn’t ready for them just yet. Before heading to the pizzeria nearby, we dropped by the neighbourhood cineplex to get our tickets. Then my jaw dropped. A man with cropped chestnut hair and a muscular demeanour strode about the exterior of the cineplex, flanked by two brunettes. The man in her dreams. Hanson. I staggered backwards, quickly helped up by Carla.

Mona stopped in her tracks. “What the actual fuck.” She exclaimed. “What the hell has happened to you two?” Before either of us could answer I looked over and noticed Cam at the poolside bar chatting up a female who was enjoying his attention. He finally made eye contact with me and flashed me a smile that translated to “I’d come talk to you, but I’m trying to get lucky.” I roll my eyes at him. Something doesn't feel right all of a sudden. I looked back at mona. “What are you two really doing here, Mona.” My tone turned serious. She swallowed hard.