The Tales of a Pregnant Luna

I laid down on the soft bed silently as Reese’s words echoed through my head. I couldn’t get a wink of sleep for my afternoon nap.

“I love you.”

Did he really love me? His arms draped over my body pulling me closer to his warm chest. I was afraid of falling in love with him, of giving him my heart. What if I got hurt? Even though what led us to the entire rejection was my father, there was still a small part of me insecure and doubtful.

I got up and moved away as he shuffled slightly and slowly fell back to sleep. I walked to the kitchen, pouring a glass of water. I knocked on mom’s oak door as she said a sweet Faint ‘come in’, I walked in a smile on my face. She smiled happily towards me once we had locked eyes.

“How’s my baby girl doing?” she questioned.

“I’m fine mom.” she looked at me with furrowed eyebrows.

“What’s wrong? Come on, you can tell me.” she pushed, I let out a sigh, as u flopped down on the chair by her bedside.NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

“Mom, I’m afraid.” I said to her. She looked at me confused.

“Afraid of what honey? My strong brave girl isn’t afraid of anything, so hey afraid now?” She asked.

“Mom, Reese said he loved me, but… I’m scared. Scared of getting hurt, heartbroken if I let him in.” I explained. She shook her head as her small gentle smile to over her calm face.

“honey you’re not afraid of falling in love, you’re afraid of not being loved. You think he’s not genuine, sincere, so you’ve become extremely scared that what if he doesn’t love you the way you want to be loved.” she explained.

I kept quiet and still. I’m not afraid of not being loved, am I?

Daniel’s P. O. V:

I strolled down the streets as my mate’s scent faded. I couldn’t get my head around it. Why was my mate hiding from me?

I let out a frustrated groan as I walked into the town diner. Sat at my usual spot in the back as I ordered my usual coke and double patty burger. Tines two. What? A werewolf has got to eat right?

I felt someone penetrate holes through my head as I continued to eat. It felt weird but comforting at the same time. I was still a bit Pissed at Colleen for not telling Reese about her fall, and I hope it doesn’t bite her in the ass.

I finished my meal paying and walking out the diner. I showed my hands in my pocket as I pulled out the letter.

Come back or face the consequences.

It was written in my father’s terrible handwriting. I don’t know if that man deserves to be called father after what he’s done. He is a sick monster. Absolutely crooked and twisted and I font know how else to describe it.

I felt someone following me, but honestly it was starting to irritate me. I wanted to be alone yet, no one seemed to get a hint. I’m on edge about my mate, my sister, and my father. I did not need any more worries when I break the guy’s nose.

I continued to walk as the person continued to follow, the small footsteps echoing in my ears. I hid behind an alleyway, as the person passed by an inch. I grabbed them and pulled them into my chest as I said down.

“Make a peep and I’ll hurt you.” I warned. The person shut their mouth and I looked to see them hidden under a black raincoat. On a sunny?

The person pulled back and sat opposite me against the other wall.

“Why are you following me?” I questioned in an aggravated tone. I was seriously on edge. And my wolf was clawing to come out. “I asked you a question!” I growled out as I pushed back the coat hat and ripped the coat.

I turned to look at the culprit only to have my breath stuck in my throat. Here before me stood, the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen. Her caramel skin smooth, her light brown eyes looked like she could stare into your soul, her hair black with light brown tips. She was…. Beautiful.

And she was my mate.

“mine” I said possessively as I wrapped my arms around her body. “Why were you hiding from me mate?” I questioned the small girl. She was perfect. Just perfect her strawberry and vanilla scent filled my nose as I pulled her closer to me.

“I wasn’t hiding, I was just a bit shy… to confront you.” she said in a whisper.

“my name is Daniel and what’s yours?” I questioned her curiously.

“It’s Brita.”

“Brita, that’s really a beautiful name. My Brita, my mate.” I said as I learned down and let my lips claim hers.