His Rogue Luna novel Chapter 9

The wolves quickly surrounded me and I was knocked onto my stomach, a heavy weight pushing down on me.

The rich scent that filled my nose told me it was who I thought it was.

His claws dug into my fur as I struggled to get up, holding me in place. His pitch black wolf stood over me possessively as the warriors closed in on us. I didn't bother to move, knowing it'd irritate him further.

His snout brushed my fur, his wet nose tickling my ear. I felt rather than heard his growl and he began licking me all over like a pup. I realised he smelt Conan all over me. His warriors shuffled awkwardly in their wolf forms, looking confused at this rather possessive display.

Having enough of his behaviour, I growled and squirmed away from under him, his claws tearing more of my flesh as I broke free from his grip. I managed to dodge his jaws as he reached to bite my legs and tail.

Facing him, I let out a vicious snarl, my fur bristling as I lowered into an attack position. He let out one of his own as he stepped closer to me, a powerful aura emanating from.

It was an intimidation tactic, all of which I was used to. It didn't phase me one bit. If anything, it made me want to defy him even more so I stood up tall and puffed out my chest in response.

The wolves surrounding us stepped closer, giving me warning growls for my blatant disrespect. I was directly challenging their alpha.

To my surprise, he didn't attack me like I thought he would. Instead, he crouched and his form shrunk and his bones cracked until he was standing on two feet.

He stood in all his naked glory and although I had seen plenty of naked men, seeing him made my mouth go dry.

His alabaster skin was flawless with the exception of a few scars dotting his chest and arms, with the most prominent one slashing across his chest. He had a large tattoo across his left pec of a wolf howling to the moon, surrounded by ancient writing.

I wanted to touch it.

I was brought out of my daze when a wolf scurried forward, dropping clothes before his alpha, before scurrying back.

"Shift," he growled. It took me a moment to realise he was addressing me. I huffed at him, not liking his rude tone.

"I said shift," he repeated. The bulging vein on his neck was far scarier than his alpha voice and for the sake of the blood vessel not popping alone did I do as he said.

Once I stood before him naked, he growled again, throwing the shirt at me.

"Everyone turn around," he barked. I rolled my eyes at that.

"What's the point? The whole pack saw me naked the day your wolves dragged me in like filth," I sneered, looking at the faded band t shirt in my hands.

He growled again and stepped closer to me, his eyes dark and fierce. They roamed over my body, a look I'd rather ignore passing over his features. I sighed, but put it on, not wanting to cause a scene.

You even imprisoned your own pack member based on some questionable gossip! What kind of alpha are you?" I yelled.

"How I rule my pack and govern my people is not the business of a stranger like you. You have embarrassed me in front of them pulling that stunt of yours and now they know you're my mate. I have a lot to sort out because of you!" He yelled back.

"I was ready to accept you but this changes things as my pack thinks their Luna is a traitor," the disgust in his voice should have hurt me but my anger prevented me from feeling anything else.

"The feeling is mutual. I'm ashamed to call someone as unfair and as cruel as you my mate. At least I was doing a good job hiding the mate bond," I snapped. He masked his hurt quickly and rage filled his eyes instantly. My own eyes glowed with the promise of my wolf and I quickly realised where this was going.

I took a quick breath, letting the cool air calm me. I let the feeling of snow between my bare toes distract me from my anger.

"Like you said, you have a lot of things you need to sort out and I'm sure your pack is waiting for you," I spoke coolly.

He closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose for a moment. Once he had collected himself, he looked at me with his usual stony mask of indifference.

He grabbed my upper arm in his hand and began pulling me with him as he walked. Every protest and tug I made only tightened his grip on me further. It would no doubt leave a hand sized bruise on my skin.

Needless to say, the walk back to the pack house was silent and painful and my mind drifted over to my new friends to distract itself. I found myself trying to mindlink them.