The Elusive Luna

Deep down, you always knows when things are wrong. The soul never lies and neither does the heart. That ingrained intuition that sets off screaming alarm bells inside your head should never be mistaken or ignored. He is my erroneous mistake and I shouldn't even think about it. I unheeded the loud blatant honesty my head keeps telling me. I silenced my keen suspicion about him. I dismissed every warning, every prickle of hair on the back of my neck, every danger signs that flashed in front of my eyes.

I ignored everything.

I took notice of nothing.

And I can't blame myself for that since I listened to nothing except the throb of my cunt!

However, cunts are stupid. You cannot trust a stupid cunt. They cheat. They lie. They tell you to ignore the blinding white light of truth that shines straight in your face.

Intoxicating... that's what he is! He's delicious poison that courses through my veins and flows inside me

When he looks at me, kisses me, touches me, fucks me...

He is under my skin, makes me loathe the shallowness of my own flesh – flesh that bares the scars he made, flesh that always craves for more of him. Always more!

But my scars were already there from the moment I laid eyes on him – they just weren't visible to me just yet. But I know that he could see them. Perceive them in all their glorious colour and texture. Even taste their flavour.

I look down at my body and I am horrified by my own modifications and the reconstructions he made of me

Sadly that I could only think of sex when I'm with him. I become more aware of the foreign objects that lie partially beneath my skin when we mate. His tools on me which I had bothered to find lookalikes of in the sex store nearby, before entering my hotel room. They glint in the flicker of a candle flame and cast a bizarre silhouette on the wall. It seems like the shadow of some fantastic Lovecraft novel in a beast, and not the shadow of a weapon of destruction. And definitely, not my shadow either...

I stare at my dark reflection, at the scars where searing brand marks are found. Tracing it lightly with my fingertips. Looking at the pieces of metal he ravished my flesh with – sets of fluffy handcuffs, steel tiny balls and other unmentionable erotic toys.

But the stupid cunt grows no wiser with age, or with experience. I still feel it pulse, tighten and moisten at the thought of him. Even now after a session of flaying myself, stripping away at his artistic rendition of a woman. Still it aches when I remembers it. His attention shifts to his lips, fingers, and the exquisite stab of his hardened, lengthy and adorned cock. I draw in my breath sharply as I recall seeing him transform into an animal...a large, wild feral and vicious dog...

LUCIANO GREY, upon disembarking from his private aircraft, Damien Bennett welcomed him. The professional bodyguard engaged in a polite conversation with the Sicilian billionaire. Luciano seemed to stalk like a lion that had already picked up the scent of prey in the air as he walked, impatience and innate aggression girding every step.

He had tracked her down...at last! His runaway bride. There were no adequate words to convey his loathing for the woman who had stolen his heart and then tried to run away with it on the day that they were to tie the knot. Who does that these days? And to a powerful billionaire no less...

It irritated him even more that he would not be able to use the full force of the law against Ariel and deal with her for continually toying with him. He gave her everything any woman could ever ask for. Not only did he not want his private life exposed to the world's media once again, but he was also all too aware of the likely long-term repercussions of such a vengeful act. Had he not suffered enough at the hands of the press when his female personal assistant went on air, claiming they had an affair and adding more to her stories claiming that he maltreated his workers and immediately sacked any lady employee who will not do his bidding and when she said bidding the said hateful female meant office sex requests. Who the hell lies like that? And why the damn fuck is the media so stupid to just believe anything that sells? Especially when it's gossip about a prominent figure like himself.

Luciano now preferred the shadows of anonymity then to the full glare of daylight, and he has learned to despise the never-ending libellous headlines that had followed his every move throughout his ordeal with his wicked and devious ex-assistant.

Now its just him and his trusted personal bodyguard. He has no need for any assistance to be aware and close to his office. Anything related to his billion-dollar business stays within the walls of his company, and all messages from his employees are passed to him only through the office internet. He doesn't even have face-to-face worker exchanges anymore.

Despite all of these troublesome conflicts, Luciano still walked tall and every female head within his proximity continues to turn and appreciate his speedy passing. He stood six feet four inches tall, with the build of a natural athlete, not to mention the stunning good looks he had been born with. There were no flaws on his tanned golden skin, straight nose, or high cheekbones and muscular sinews combined to lend him the haunting beauty of a fallen angel.

However, he cared nothing about his beautiful face, though, indeed he had learned to see it as a consistently unwanted flaw that attracted unwelcome attention from many. As it was, it's already intolerable for him that despite his taking every precaution he had for a person he cared so much about, his wife to be has still managed to leave him and without letting him know where she was, as well. Instantly, he reprimanded himself for making that assumption that she ran from him. After all, he could not know for certain that his wife was not kidnapped. He really wants to believe that after making him this promise sincerely with her and planning to spend the rest of his life with her, that it's unthinkable that she would have the nerve to even think of running away from him. It was perfectly impossible that that's the case, or so he thought...

He reminded himself that on paper his fiancé had appeared immensely respectable and totally dependable. The only child of elderly, financially-stable parents, she had presented herself as an Information Technology student who walked into his office to do a short interview on him for her final school project. Then from there onwards, he had fallen bad and hard into her erroneous beliefs of their differences in status, social life and sexual aspects.

Unfortunately she had been too naive and a virgin at that. It was too difficult bringing her into his life with his different view on sex and how it should be enjoyed.

He is a man of little words and his sexual fantasy's huge and erotic appetite, massive . He made sure all his romantic conquests and bedded partners had signed a non disclosure document before he will have anything passionate to do with them.

He refuses to have his entire life and focus exposed by the media. After all, no woman of his have ever lacked for anything. He had always made sure they have all they could ever dream of but with a clause attached to these. His relationship never lead to marriage, nor do they last more than three weeks before he abandons them.

Time and time again he blamed himself for his decision not to sign any non-disclosure form with his wife to be.

What was essentially a business arrangement with his other women has been very real with Ariel. Would he have recognized her true nature if he had done so? He had not expected her to run away from him but in the event he had arrived there to learn that she had already vanished, leaving behind only a note that spelt out her financial demands, he realized that he still wanted her. And if he was really honest with himself, absolutely needed her However by then, she had already found out how rich he really was compared to what the media thinks. It was unfortunate that it seems only greed had motivated her to contact him again.

'I must ask,' Damien murmured in the tense silence within the limousine, bringing their attention back to present.

"What?" the silent business owner asked him pointedly.

"Do you intend to tip off the police about this lady's whereabouts?"

Luciano tensed, his wide sensual mouth tightening firmly while his square jaw noticeably hardened, 'Nein, I will not,'

The light brown-haired bodyguard and solicitor continued his queries with a quick hesitating look at his boss, 'May I ask...' choosing tact over frank frustration, Damien left the question hanging, wishing that his wealthy superior would be a little more forthcoming.

But Luciano Grey, the only child of Sicily's once most petrifying werewolf pack had always been a male of forbidding reserve. A billionaire at the age of twenty-four, he was a hugely successful businessman and, to the best of Damien's knowledge, resolutely legitimate in all his dealings. And yet his name still struck fear into those who surrounded him and they paled and trembled in the face of his great displeasure. At least to those who knows his true form, Damien corrected himself, immediately remembering his employer's issues with his latest personal assistant and the press. His loathing for the paparazzi, and the ever lingering danger of his criminal ancestry making him the target of a hit, ensured that he was encircled by expert and experienced highly paid bodyguards like him, who kept the rest of the world at bay.

In so many ways, Luciano Grey remained a complete mystery and it was quite obvious that he intends to keep it that way. Although, Damien would have given much to know why a man with so many more appealing options had chosen to pick a mere human with no power at all to be his mate and Luna.

"I will not be responsible for sending my wife to be to jail, do you understand?" Luciano said without any expression at all. "There is no doubt in my mind that Ariel does deserve to go to a human prison but I do not wish to be instrumental in placing her there."

"Quite understandable," Damien agreed, although it was a polite lie because he did not understand his boss' decision about his now-scarce fiancé at all. "However, the police are already looking for her since she was reported missing and notifying them of her location could be done most discreetly, if you choose to, Sir."

"And then what?" Luciano snapped, now becoming annoyed at what his underling was suggesting. "Her unaware parents will then receive news of me jailing their human daughter and my wife to be? And the local authorities will be forced to enter the picture to consider my personal opinions and reasons for my wife running away when questioned which would eventually cause them to continue and not desist from looking into my life and activities? You have already warned me regarding how the police system is, remember? I will not take any risk that could entail losing my freedom from doing my normal daily activities with the pack house and then make the other packs aware of her being human. You know of this already, Damien," the feared and highly-respected Alpha clarified. " Don't worry, I will find some acceptable and legal way to bring this matter to a satisfactory outcome and conclusion,' Luciano breathed softly, his lean brown fingers flexing impatiently on his thighs. "And all without any damaging publicity, a court case or sending her to prison."

Warily searching his Alpha's cold dark eyes, Damien suppressed a shiver and tried not to think about how Luciano's forefathers had preferred to clear their paths of human obstacles before. Which was usually with cold-blooded murder and mayhem and yet now, their latest generational offspring is mated to a mere human!

He told himself off for that imaginative flight of fancy but he could not forget that chilling look in Luciano's gaze or his notorious ruthlessness in business.

He might not have put all his competitors to death but he had never been a man to cross and was known to exact harsh punishment and retribution on those who have offended him. He doubted very much that Ariel had the slightest comprehension of the very dangerous consequences that she had invited when she decided to run away from Luciano Grey.

With a sigh, Luciano continued to brood. He would always achieve his goals because he always intensely focused on getting what he wanted and anything less was totally unthinkable, particularly when it came to his mate. If this particular little lady thinks that she can be free of him that easily, he would remind her exactly of who she is and take her back, whatever the cost because he could not possibly live without his mate and Luna.

Ariel Morris stared at her reflection in the mirror and decided there was nothing more that she could do. Her red hair, as always, lay smooth and thick from a side parting to just above her shoulders and was restrained from falling across her face on the other side by an intricately wrought silver slide. It was that sort of darker reddish hair that highlights or streaks particularly well. Not that Ariel had ever succumbed to the vanity of focusing on how she looks or anything, of course.

Her eyes were another sensitive point to her, in a sense. An unusual shade of smoky blue, they were inherited from her father, so her mother had often said with a twitch of her well-bred nose that while she had inherited her unique shade of blue of her almond-shaped eyes from her father, her darker eyebrows and her heart-shaped face was from her mother.

Regarding the rest of her, meanwhile, her ivory-toned, almost translucent skin along with her lack of inches, was also from her Mother Helen, who is exactly five feet two. Ariel only stood only at the same height on her bare feet. Her trim figure, the awful shyness she had suffered from when she was younger, they were all features she had detected from her parents, although they both were ever hardly as timid as she was.

"Ariel! Oh, there you are!" A perky feminine voice cut into Ariel's intense stare at the gruesome fang mark that wouldn't leave her neck. That was where Luciano, her soon to be husband, left a strange mark on. But that was before she ran away from him, of course. And suddenly there were two girls' reflections looking at her modern-styled dresser mirror as Audrey, who was Ariel's best pal, came to move beside her.

"Now, you've kept me waiting for too long Ariel," she said with a straight face. "Why are you back home? I was told by your mom downstairs that you ran off your from wedding two weeks ago. I'm surprised Luciano isn't here banging on your parents door and dragging you back to the altar," her best friend's ranted while loading her head with a lot of eager questions and factual possibilities.

With a sigh, Ariel decide to sit on her double bed while bringing her friend with her so they can talk there together.

I know, Audi," the slim redhead said making use of her pal's pet name. "But, I just can't go through with the wedding..."

"Why?" Audrey interrupted immediately as she rolled her eyes at me in frustration. "He's rich and hot as fuck! Every hot-blooded female, including me, wants him. I obviously would have taken him if you were not my bestie, you know," she confessed honestly.

Ariel suddenly looked surprised, then grinned and moved closer to her friend, "It's not like I intentionally left him. It's not exactly like that,' she admitted softly as she carefully slid on an ankle-strapped silver-colored three-inch heeled sandal.

Her dark-haired, curvaceous and tanned friend snorted derisively. It was a peculiar habit that she can do effectively, yet so elegantly. The fact is, Audrey was, in two words, very elegant, from the top of her upswept wavy chocolate brown hair to the tips of her size four shoes. However, she was also shrewd and uncannily perceptive. Which is why they were best friends.

And, curiously, although she claimed to have been born the ugly duckling in her family of three sisters, when she and Ariel were in high school, she was obviously still a head-turner wherever she went.

"It's a question of style and charm," she'd often say to Ariel. "Style is a more durable and long-lasting characteristic than physical beauty. Meanwhile charm assists one to value themselves more."

"So why are you home with your parents instead of being married and living with your husband?" Audrey asked curiously.

"Look, I just don't want to be in a marriage that I don't understand, Audi. I totally get why you're angry at me and all. But, I also knows my mom is at my door listening to our conversation," the dainty, pearly-white-skinned IT graduate said the last part of her statement louder, ensuring her mother can her perfectly hear her from the other side of her bedroom's entrance.

"I wasn't eavesdropping nor did I send Audrey here to question you," her mother clarified, as she walked into the room looking at anything but her daughter.

'Yes, you were. And you were being smug about it too, mom! Anyone would think I did the unthinkable coming here of all place after running from my own wedding. What was I even thinking?" Ariel asked exasperatedly at no one in particular. "Obviously, this is the first place he would check if he's looking for me. I should have just stayed in the hotel back in Berlin,Germany since he knows every place where I could possibly stay in the United Kingdom, anyway..." Ariel finally stopped talking after noticing her friend and her mom looking at her strangely.

"And why would you do that?" her mother queried a tad angrily. "It's already bad that you left your own wedding, leaving your future family and husband waiting but considering that you stay anywhere other than coming home is much worse. What are you even thinking like that, Ariel?" Her mother yelled at her in disappointment as her tears started flowing down her face.

With a sad look Ariel stood up to embrace her mother, trying to calm her down as she continued to sob sorrowfully and sniff continually.

"I'm so sorry mom. I shouldn't have said that," the repentant daughter apologized with a loving hug. "I just don't want to regret my decision mom and do something that I haven't really thought over. I know you and dad are disappointed with me at the moment but I hope you can both try to understand me as well. Please?"

"Ok Ariel," her mother replied returning her embrace then calmly disengaging herself from her daughter's tight hug. "But can you tell me and Audrey why you made such a dramatic and drastic decision so we can truly understand your point of view?" Her mother asked, taking a seat beside Audrey on Ariel's bed.

"So..." the redhead began. "I left Luciano because he... hmm... he..." Ariel stuttered, unsure how she could tell anyone her reasons without her being thought of as delusional and insane. How the hell can she tell them that she saw him turn into a massive dog in the middle of the night or how he gave her a deep bite on her neck while they were in the middle of making love?

She couldn't even tell them about with how he loves using strange tools on her even if her body keeps betraying her since she does admit to enjoying the strange sexual pleasures that he has introduced her too.

I just can't, Ariel told herself now slightly annoyed with herself. Seeing that her small audience of two curious and expectant females were still waiting for her to continue her explanation, she then relented with a grimace as she blurted out the only statement that came to her mind that made sense. "Sorry, but I just don't think he's the right man for me."