THE CURSED LUNA

Elara.

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“This is ridiculous..” I muttered, rubbing my temples. The platter of ribs were splattered on the floor, staring back at me mockingly. I had just prepared these as Damon's dinner and apparently, Freya believed they were poisoned and threw them on the floor.

“You have no right to speak to me that way you witch!!” She spat, swaying her hips with her arms crossed. “It's bad enough that you let yourself in here. Now you try to poison my brother?”

I ignored her, and bent down to pick up the juicy slabs of meat on bone. A soft sigh escaped my lips. “Freya, Damon hasn't had anything since he left for the provincial meeting this morning. If you could just let me give him dinner, I'll be out of your hair.” I said quietly. She was insufferable when it came to her brother, and not in a good way.

She laughed, a sound so strangely sinister and filled with hatred I didn't understand. Slowly, she stormed towards me, and gripped my jaw in one quick motion. Her eyes flashed wolf as her claws lengthened, tearing my skin ever so slightly. “You filthy thing.” She hissed. “Growing wings, I see. Now let me remind you. I am the Alpha's blood sister, which means I can tell you to do whatever I want, whenever I want. You will not object.” Her claws dug deeper, and I clenched my jaws to refrain myself from reacting.

“Yes, Freya.” I answered in a hushed tone, avoiding her gaze. She retracted her claws, drawing a small trail of blood as she marched out of the kitchen, leaving me to wallow.

I am the Luna, aka, the Alpha's mate, yet I have no fucking say in my own house.

Again, this is ridiculous.

The familiar scent of greenery and fur wafted into my nose, and my head turned to where Roscoe, my dog was poking her head through the doggy door in the kitchen. I opened it up for her, and she immediately attacked the ribs on the floor.

They were no good anyways.

“Elara…we need to talk.” Deep, husky, and startling ravaged my ears, and I froze.

“Jaxon, don't do that…” I exhaled, trying to calm myself. He smiled softly, and rested his hands on the countertop. He gestured for me to sit on the counter stool behind, and poured us each a glass of orange juice.

It was my favorite.

“Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you.” His voice was weirdly quiet. “Your anniversary with Damon is coming up, and normally, as his Beta I'd be in charge of preparing everything for the celebration. But as your best friend, I need to know if you want to go through with it.” He said in one full breath, as if he'd been rehearsing it for days. His dark eyes held so much emotion I thought they would collapse from the strain.

I stared at him wide eyed for a while, then burst into fits of laughter. He seemed taken aback from my reaction, and held my hand on reflex. The gesture made me pause, and he retracted his fingers immediately. “Why would you think I wouldn't want to go through it?” I asked softly, smiling.

He bit his lower lip, still looking at me. “With everything that's been going on, are you sure?”

I took a deep breath and exhaled. “I'll be fine, Jax. You just do your job, and everything will turn out okay. Damon is a good Alpha, he doesn't treat me like the rest.” I reassured him. I might personally resent Damon's mom and sister, but my love for him was enough to tolerate their constant backlash.