His Rogue Luna novel Chapter 12

He had the decency to look away from my gaze and focused on the spot between his shoes. His hands were tucked into his jean pockets and I could tell he had them clenched in there.

"What are you implying?" I asked, turning back to the old woman.

"What I'm saying is that you will be introduced to the pack shortly. You'll have a list of things you need to do before The Joining Ceremony," she explained, giving me a mischievous smile at the end.

It was at times like these where my lack of pack knowledge and dynamics really showed. I had no idea what this joining ceremony was and asides from birthing pups and being a doting mate, I wasn't sure what other duties a Luna would have.

My confusion must have been apparent.

"Oh dear, it looks like there more work I need to do than I thought," the woman muttered to herself. "Alright Keiran, spit out what you wanted to say. I'm going to get myself some water," Much to my horror, she got up and hobbled her way over the door, intent on leaving me alone with him.

Before she left, she turned, eyeing me for a moment and giving the alpha a pointed look. "Be quick and careful, I want her calm and ready for everything I'm going to teach her," she warned. Her words only added to my confusion as she swiftly left the room, shutting the door with a click.

Aurelius stood there in the corner, looking awkward and uncomfortable. He looked up from the invisible spot on the linoleum he was inspecting so intensely and met my eyes when he felt my gaze.

His blue eyes looked darker today, a deep sapphire instead of their usual crystal colour. I could see the exhaustion and the pain swimming in them, and despite all that he did, it hurt me to see him hurt. I wanted to make his pain go away.

The mate bond was to blame.

His inky hair was messy and he had a stubble across his face. The shirt he wore looked worn and the shadows under his eyes spoke of many sleepless nights.

He moved closer to me and I tensed, preparing for the worst. His grandmother told him to be quick and careful and I had no idea what kind of torture techniques he'd devise to deliver while we were alone.

"I'm not going to hurt you, you know," he muttered as he took the seat the lady occupied before.

"That means nothing to me Alpha," I hissed. He looked down, looking conflicted for a moment before putting on his usual blank mask.

"I'm sorry," he whispered after a moment of silence. I'm sure the words were supposed to warm my heart and melt away my bitterness, but they did the opposite. The fuelled the fire of my rage and pain, making a part of me itch to get out. I quickly tightened the leash on my beast before replying.

"No you're not," I gritted. He looked up at me, surprised with his dark brows furrowed.

"Why would you say that?" He asked defensively. I let out a humourless chuckle and shook my head.

"The smell of your lie is so strong I can taste it in the air," I spat. It was true. His words were not earnest and a part of him disagreed with the words he uttered. He genuinely didn't think locking me up to rot in a cell for two weeks without food and fresh air was wrong.

"Okay. You're right," he leaned back in his chair. His eyes were back to their icy colour and his nonchalant indifference irritated me.

The elderly woman, Cora, had explained to me the dynamics of the pack. She gave me a whole list of do's and dont's and although I was nodding and humming at her words, I wasn't listening.

I didn't appreciate the way she was ordering me around already. I can honestly see where Aurelius gets it from.

"So how did your talk go?" She asked. I was about to nod and hum again when I realised what she was asking.

"Talk with who?" I asked. Aside from the doctor interrupting us halfway to give me some meds, it had been Cora and I alone in my hospital room the whole time.

"With my grandson," she answered like it was obvious.

"It went okay," I shrugged. My chest began to ache thinking over his cold indifference to my pain and the threat he blackmailed me with.

"One thing I know about Aurelius is that nothing is ever okay with him," I scoffed at her words. "I know he can be difficult but he has a lot on his shoulders. His past haunts him," she whispered.

I clenched my fists and let out a humourless laugh.

"And what about me? What about my pain and suffering? What about my past?" I growled, turning to her. I could feel my chest constrict and grow hot. I closed my eyes, trying to push away the burning rage.