Accidentally His Luna

Shirley's POV

I exhaled deeply, trembling and staring at the papers in his hand.

How did it come to an end? My heart had puzzling questions.

I could see Lena leaning close to him with a sullen face.

She was my sister, my hope, my strength, but in the end, she stabbed me in the back and took my husband away while I battled with my life on the sick bed.

I was told to eat, love and live my last days well, but I guess it's only heartbreak that got me.

The fact that he called me worthless and barren, rubbed off my past on my face.

It was my mistake in telling him I was once rejected by my fated mate.

No words to say. I had wept enough and pleaded enough. I guess it's time to go.

With so much pain in my heart, I signed the papers. However, I left a message behind, one that would taunt him.

I walked out of the hospital, in my hospital wear. When the doctors and nurses chased after me, I didn't pause. I just ran, lost and tensed.

However, I didn't forget to take alcohol along.

I found myself in the woods, the dark, lonely place that calls in the broken.

Coyote yaps, dark tree trunks and shadows, overhanging limbs across the path seen at the last second, clumps of bushes.

Thorns pierced me and I winced, struggling to get past the barely visible black trails snaking through the undergrowth.

I didn't know what strength I held dearly, but I kept pushing in until I arrived at a cliff.

The wind was firm, and I felt it'd push me in.

That was it, I wanted to end my life because it wasn't worth it. If I could get betrayed 12 months before my death, what else is left for me?

I reminisced over my life and almost took a step further when I heard a growl.

It was so loud and disturbing that I got startled. My body shuddered as my pulse was fast.

My breath was slow.

Curiously, I moved back a bit to take a glimpse. There i found him, his body rammed on an oak tree.

At first, I intended to ignore him, but then he was in so much pain. As a doctor, I couldn't bear to leave someone who needed help.

Hastily, I drew closer, and he suddenly grabbed my hand. Bewilderment flushed inside me as I was literally staring at him.

Hiis eyes peered at me and I felt goosebumps all over my body.

He seems covered in his own pool of blood and barely breathing. The howl of wolves grew louder.

"Larry?" my lips muttered, as he seemed to be in grave pain.

He was writhing on the ground and holding my hand firmly.

His eyes widened at me as his body vibrated. I could feel his pain, like they were mine.

He was stunned to find me in the woods. What was he doing here? He was meant to be in the wolverine society.

"Save me" his lips cried as his body turned cold. It jerked me back to reality. Pain could humble people.

I recall when those same hands pushed me away.

I fell to the ground, my hands trembling. Staring at it, I was covered in his blood.

He placed his palm on my cheeks and coughed out blood.

"Don't let me die Shirley" he whispered, his voice faint and I could barely hear him.

I applied pressure on it, and he giggled.

"Fuck!" He screeched as sweat beads on his forehead as he could barely get up.

Hastily, I thought of something. I currently work in the medical field and know how these things work.

I took off my pin, and he widened his eyes at me, flinching. Now he's scared of death.

The pin was to take out the bullets and shit, his foes really meant business as they targeted his vital parts.

I was scared of losing him, but as a patient. I shouldn't be doing this.

He roared, his eyes switched mauve and his claws were inter-switching with his finger.

"Shit, I'm gonna die!" He wailed, trying to rise, but I held him down. His eyes were teary as he struggled to breathe, but I just had to encourage him. My patient couldn't die in my hand.

"Look at me, Larry, you won't die" I stated as we both stared at each other, intensed.

His face had turned pale as I couldn't feel his pulse. He was holding on to the hand that he once pushed away.

"Find him and confirm he's dead!" a voice growled, and I got jinxed. It must be his killer.

They were still in the woods.

He was staring at me, tensed and anxious as I tried my best to stitch him up.

When I was done, I began to knead grass, tensed and consumed with fear. It can't get any worse than this.

Footsteps were approaching, and I got more anxious than ever.

"Will you hand me to them?" He asked with a doleful gaze at me that almost melted my heart.

Obviously, he didn't trust me.

After the rejection, I wished him death and now, I am saving him.

I gave him no response, quickly dragged the dried grass I had knitted, assisted him and hid with him in the cave while covering us with grass.

His body leaned towards my mind, hot, and I could feel his weak breath pouring on me.

My heart flustered as I tried to control any thought that was lurking in my head.

His touch sent a cold sensation running through me.

I was nervous, as he put his head on my shoulders. He was cold and quaking. His arms went around my waist, pushing me in.

I felt his lips rub my neck and, for a moment, time stopped, my mind was void and i was lost, staring at him in his weak form.

He couldn't even morph into a wolf, he was battling with it.

"Don't leave me" he requested with close eyes.

I shouldn't have been here, we shouldn't have met.

I gulped hard. It was only for the night. I'd stay by him. The next day, I'd kill myself.

He cuddled me in his arms, so firm that I couldn't breathe. We exchanged breaths and I held my emotions to myself.

I haven't recovered from the heartbreak yet and even if I want to start all over, not with him!

My eyes were heavy too. I wished to fall asleep but watched over him.

I didn't know how long I had slept, but when I woke up, I found myself on the bed.

So firm, warm, and pushing me in. I knew it was all a dream, I was home.

I tried to turn around but then something strong was holding on to me.

It must be Greg. His body was sturdy, and I didn't want him to let go.

I have loved him wholeheartedly.

I blushed, rubbing his arm, but it felt quite hairy.

I furrowed my brows, turned around only to be greeted by his face. My heart melted for a moment, my breath ceased.

He looked so alluring with his arm over his head, facing up, his skin quakes and his sturdy abs.

I intended to lay my hands on them but his face...

Larry! What? How did we get here? He was shirtless and I was fucking naked.

I shook my head, trying to recall fragments of memories and all I could see was the two of us kissing each other wildly and hungrily.

I squirmed on the bed with a loud gasp. What happened last night? I lowered my eyes on his body, the injury was no longer there.

I tried pushing him to roll over as he was sticky.

Something wasn't right? I was sure last night...

He growled as though I was pushy. He hadn't opened his eyes and must have been deep in sleep, but he wasn't letting go.

I quickly wrapped myself in the blanket, pulling myself from his hold with so much energy.

When I survived the pull, I pulled the duvet tightly around me and rushed toward the door. Suddenly, it swung open, and two maids bowed before me with respect.

'Luna, it's time.'

Larry's POV

She was the least I expected to save me. We ghosted each other after that incident, but I guess my wolf hasn't forgotten her yet.

Her hands were magical, she needn't apply pressure on them and I got healed.

I felt it, my wolf, burning inside, baring its teeth and lagging its tongue. His growl was louder, crashing inside my head.

I've never tried morphing because I was a Lycan.

Then it became obvious I needed her. With her healing powers, I could conquer the wolverine society.

I became so emotional when she hid me from my killers. Someone wanted me dead.

When she fell asleep on my shoulder, her lips were plump and so inviting that I wanted to taste them.

Perhaps it's my wolf. I'd blame it on him. I tapped her to wake up as I realized they were gone, but she was drowsy, falling on me like a log.

She's her old self, unable to resist sleep. We were just an impossible couple.

She is a nerd, too serious about her life and I loved a flamboyant life. She wasn't my type, but then I owed her my life.

Then, it happened, I captured her lips, twirling and slurping and nursing it.

Her lips were warm and soft. They parted slightly, allowing my tongue to slip inside.

Our bodies pressed together heatedly against the cold wall, breathing heavily as our lips pressed together.

I could taste our shared breath, feel the thud of our combined heartbeat as we fumbled to take off one another's clothes.

She never resisted, like she wanted to. Her eyes had grief in them.

A frisson of excitement, I was sucking her tongue because I liked the way her fingers caressed my hair.

My vein throbs around my neck.

My hands went around her waist as if I'd take every breath in her if I could.

She was just so unresistable.

Her body was scooped in my arms as we leaned our heads towards each other, staring intensively at ourselves.

Her hands roughly took off my clothes, as my face was buried in her long hair. My hands tore off her shirt and I saw her breasts, firm and plump like they hadn't been touched before.

I wanted to taste every ounce of her body. I pinched her nipples and she winced while sucking her breath.

Her lips were on my neck, biting me while her body moved on mine. My hungry cock desired to burst out of my pants.

I lowered my eyes to her pant, while pushing her body to rub against my chest, to feel her warmth in the cold.

My cock rose up as she dug her finger into my skin. She was quivering, I made her sit properly on my thighs and then...

"Larry!" Her voice jolted me up. It felt as though I was struck with lightening as I flinched at her.

The florescent lights hit my face, my vision was blurry, and it took a while to get a luicid picture.

There she was by the door, tying a bed spread on her breast and fuming at me.

Shit, this bitch doesn't respect me, I am an alpha now or would be.

The only thing attractive about her was how bold she was.

"What's going on?" Her lips muttered as she slammed the door, which was disturbing.

Her hair had covered her face and I could barely see her eyes.

What do I say? Last night was a mistake. It always ends in a mistake.

I growled at her, jumping down from the bed. No hard feelings attached, I just needed her powers.

At first, I wanted to ignore her and moved to the mirror to take a look at my bruise, but her noise caused my head to ache.

"No, this can't be happening" she panicked and her voice had so much fear in it.

"Did we have sex?" She pressed on, but I made it sound like she was invisible, but she was persistent.

A silent hiss left my lips as I held her hand and swiveled her towards the wall close to me.

She quickly covered her chest with her hands, petrified and shaking, certainly scared that the bedspread would fall.

I pinned her to the wall, her eyes widened at me and I felt my cock harden in my pants. I wanted her body again.

She was shivering and staring into my eyes. She needed an answer, I'd give it to her.

"You're mine now, Shirley" i declared, almost lost in my words because of her attractive eyes.

She let out a gasp, bewilderment wore on her. She looks piteous and confused. That was sudden, but I wasn't one who likes to talk much.

"No! " I can't be yours!" She cried and shut her eyes while shaking her head. I could see it, she detested me, but I never minded.

A smirk escaped my lips as I ran a finger down her cheek.

She was welcome to my harem. I'd forgotten her. I was sure of that and I only needed her for tonight.

I purposely fondled her skin, enjoying the panic in her face. My fingers rested on her hips.

She tried to refrain, but I trapped her between the wall and myself.

Her lips let out a moan, intentional or not, she just couldn't control it.

However, not now, I've got to be somewhere.

I moved back, to take my robe from the couch before another knock came in.

I could still see her, curling herself to a corner, reminiscing and doubting what I said.

Soon, the door opened and the two maids from earlier were still standing.

"Get her dressed for tonight," I ordered the maids, who gave me a bow. My eyes haven't left her.

She was raking her hair with her piano fingers.

I stepped out, somehow having an inner peace in me. With her, I'd win him over.

I didn't spend an hour out. I was sure of that, when I had returned, she was gone, and left a note on the bed.

"Do not look for me"

I scoffed. Who does she think she is? A goddess who I'd burn the whole world to find?

I squeezed the note, finding no value to it, when suddenly I saw Darius walk into my chamber.

Darius was my junior brother, a junkie working on himself.

"Father wants to see her"

Shit! She can't leave now. I had just finished talking about her to her father and the alphas gathered.

Everyone wants to meet the woman who can heal the great alpha of his disease.

She's my ticket.

Larry's POV

I have never been this frightened in my life, but a woman made me this tensed.

I've got a harem filled with them and have no emotions attached.

If my words are false, I'd be sent into exile this time. If she could heal the great alpha, then I'd be vindicated.

That was the rule my father placed. He certainly doesn't want me in the seat, but I'd make a vow to myself that someday, I'd become a ruler.

Despite my potential, he still despises me. The way he stared just like Shirley prickles my heart.

It expressed contempt, like I shouldn't have existed in their world.

He's always going to love him, his prodigal son. I've been by his side all these years, tried my best to please him, but he always looks down on me.

Perhaps because I was illegitimate. He told me to give him a reason why I shouldn't be sent into exile.

I proudly told him I could heal him of his madness. He never asked about my faring, where I was a week ago.

I was sure he didn't know that one of his sons tried to kill me.

I adjusted my mantle, jittery and keeping a cold face. I couldn't find her, and I'd be appearing alone.

Staring at the large door which flew open before my eyes, I found everyone peering at me.

What's the worst that could happen?

My eyes scrutinized the room, my killer was there somewhere, I wouldn't forget the voice of the man that wanted me dead.

I found him. He looked more shocked than ever, his wine glass almost falling off his hand.

He was the last person I thought wanted me out, my brother. We were three boys struggling for the throne.

If two of us were knocked out, he'd rule.

"Where's she?" That was the first word that came out of my father's lips.

The realization dawned on me that I had to defend myself.

I tried not to express how tensed I was, and my skin bleed with sweat. The pressure was a lot on me.

There was an uproar and murmurs around. All the seven alphas were gathered.

Staring at their faces almost made me pass out. Their voices, their grim, their faces became the beast they were.

My eyes felt dizzy, I needed to fight this, but I couldn't get exiled. I barely survived last night.

"She's..."

"I'm sorry I am late, my alpha"

Her voice cut in, and there she was at the entrance.

She glided into the room, enveloped in a shimmering midnight blue gown that cascaded around her like a waterfall.

Her figure is accentuated by the fitted bodice and flowing skirt, making her appear both timeless and alluring.

Her face, stern, yet could melt even the devil's heart. When she was close, she gave me a bow, which was bizarre.

For the first time in a moment, I felt my heart flutter. She came back. Why?

***

If I were asked why I returned, it was for one thing: to live for my unborn child. I ran initially to continue my suicide quest, but a thought came to mind.

My child was innocent. At least I should kiss its hands and feet, besides I'd die soon.

I came back and got dressed in the gown laid on the bed in his chambers. He wasn't there, and I asked the servants to take me to him.

I just didn't know why, but I felt he needed my help. Larry always does.

He was staring, which made me bemused, his eyes weren't cold but mesmerizing.

I could feel he was tensed, and I locked my fingers with his. It's okay, we'd do this together.

My eyes studied the hall, which was more like a court. Literally heats up with tension and everyone stares at us.

I dried up inside as the peering eyes of these alphas laid on me.

Obviously, they wanted Larry to bow his head in shame.

"I am here, my lord," I responded to the alpha who sat on the high throne above every other.

They suddenly went numb.

"I hear you could heal me of my sickness" he began, no formality or gestures.

"More like madness," Larry said beneath his voice, and I heard that. He had a frown, possibly because I ran away.

While his father spoke, he was distracting me, his hands wiping my dress, his folded lips folding, his diluted eyes and mockery tone.

What has Larry said about me? I can't heal him, I just can't control that part of me yet.

I threw my gaze at him, and he acted as though he wasn't staring.

"What do you say about that?" His father finally concluded and everyone threw their gaze at Larry.

I did too.

I tried to gesture to him, to say no, but then he wasn't even listening and just said;

"Yes" he responded, still staring at me and looking puzzled. He just agreed to me being beheaded if I couldn't heal his father tonight.

My veins throbbing in my neck, her jutting chin and clenched jaw gave me away.

I was anxious, my lowered eyebrows rested on his shoes.

"You may leave," his father ordered, and I gave a bow, but Larry held me back and said:

"She's part of this court already"

His brother intended to make it clear that I did not belong there, but his father didn't see a problem with it.

He had faith in me already. I took a glimpse at Larry as I tightened my lips while he walked me towards a spare seat.

It was more like a round table and Larry chose a corner. He claims to love leading but doesn't really like long talks.

We go way back, in our teenage age, we had an indifferent attitude towards each other, yet people mistook us for best friends.

There were bottles of wine before us. He poured wine in two glasses before sitting beside me.

His hand offered me a glass, but I wasn't interested.

A lot was going through my mind, and I was bored with these alphas discussing how to conquer territories.

I yawned, but my sleepy eyes went off when Larry pinched me. My fingers were on my thighs and it tickled.

I widened my eyes at him, beckoning him to stop.

"You never told me that last night" he whispered, but his eyes were on his father.

My heart began to pound. I sat there, feeling a desire run from my heart, to my chest, and down toward my inner thighs.

His finger touched my neck, and the hair as it was moved away nearly gave me the chills.

His hands went from the sides of my head and down to my neck, out to my shoulders and down to my hands.

I tried to push his hand away, but he only grabbed my meaty thigh and smacked it.

I tightened my thighs as he tapped me to open them for him.

I didn't want to, but he parted my thighs. Stringing his fingers, he tugged them inside my pussy.

A gasp escaped me as his circular motions neared my clit slowly, then a little faster.

An unintentional moan left me and the two alphas opposite us narrowed their brows at me.