The Young Luna

Chapter 5

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Dean knocked on the door and there was a moment of movement. The third in command stood in front

of me, outside of the bedroom that Seth was staying in – inside the spare house. All of the Equinox

Wolves were staying in the house, but of course Seth had the biggest room.

"What?" Seth called out – inwardly I shivered and reacted to his husky, masculine, voice.

"It's me" Dean called.

"Good, pack your shit. We're leaving. Today. I want to go before I have to see her again" Seth roared.

Mentally I whimpered in upset, but externally my face was blank. Dean looked at me in sympathy

before trying to open the door. It was locked. "Dean, it's locked" Seth confirmed.

"Open it up man. You need to speak to your mate".

Seth growled, storming across the room. "My mate is--". He opened the door and came face to face

with Dean and I.

"Your mate is right here" I commented with a frown. Seth looked me over once more – his face as blank

as mine. I couldn't help but admire him again; he was honestly the most attractive man I'd ever seen in

my life. He was beautiful.

"Why did you bring her here, Dean?" my mate demanded, glaring at his friend.

"Because she's your mate. And bringing her here was probably the only way to snap you out of these

crazy ideas". He pushed me towards his Alpha and I practically fell into the bedroom when Seth moved

out of the way – not wanting to touch me.

"Ow" I complained, as I steadied myself. I turned back and glared at Dean. "I've not Shifted, asshole,

that hurt".

"Sorry kid" he winked at me. Seth looked between Dean and I with a frown, before the third in

command turned on his heel and walked away. There was a moment of pause, as Seth just looked at

me before he stepped out of the doorway.

"Leave" he ordered me, gesturing to the door. Inside my heart was hurting, but I remained cool and

calm. Walking further into the room I took a seat on the edge of the large bed – trying to take a mental

gulp of courage. I may have felt ridiculous but I knew that I needed to fight for my mate. Because I did

want Seth to love me, or at least I wanted him to try.

"I'm not leaving, you owe it to me to at least speak to me" I stated, noticing that my voice was slightly

shaky. Seth looked at me for a moment, before kicking the door shut aggressively. I jumped in shock at

the sound. Seth noticed my nervousness and smirked at me – in the same way a cat looked at a

mouse.

"Nervous, freckles?" he teased me.

"No" I scoffed.

"You should be" he replied, as he moved towards the bed where I sat.

I gulped deeply, "you won't hurt me. I'm your mate".

"Who said anything about hurting you, freckles?" He reached me and glared down at me. I took a

shaky breath as I looked up into him. But it wasn't because I was scared but because I was nervous – I

didn't know what to say to him. "Come on freckles. You refused to leave, so why are you here?"

"I'm your mate" I whispered, looking into his beautiful blue eyes.

"You're a kid".

"I'm sixteen".

"Like I just said, you're a kid" he retorted.

"But I'm still your mate, Seth" I began, using his name for the first time. I saw Seth's eyes narrow when

I used his name. But he remained silent. "We only get one mate. I'm yours and your mine. I get that I'm

a lot younger than you and that I'm not pretty like a lot of the other She-Wolves. But I'm the only mate

you're ever going to get".

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Seth was quiet for few moments before nodding. "You're my only mate, I get that. But it still doesn't

make this right. Imagine finding out that your mate was a two year old toddler". He looked at me as I

pulled a face. "Exactly. That's the age difference between us. It's the equivalent of you dating a baby.

It's weird and it's wrong".

"But I'm still your mate".

"Yeah" he sighed. He ran a hand through his dark hair and silently looked at me. "What happened to

your face?" he demanded suddenly. I blinked in confusion. "Your face. It's bruised. What happened?"

he elaborated.

"I fell".

"That doesn't look like a fall. It looks like you were in a fight". He raised a thick dark eyebrow at me. I

shrugged uncaring but not wanting to talk about it.

"You're changing the subject" I commented – changing the subject back.

"Now you're changing the subject by changing the subject".

"Now you're changing the subject by stating that I'm changing the subject by changing the subject" I

retorted back, crossing my arms over my chest.

His eyebrows dipped, "what?"

"I'm your mate" I snapped angrily. "Don't you care about me at all?"

"Mabel please understand--".

"May".

"What?" he asked again.

"May. I go by May, not Mabel. I hate that fucking name" I informed him.

"Fine, May, you need to understand that we're probably not going to work out. Sometimes mates aren't

just meant to be. And we are that couple". He gave me a condescending smile. "You're a sweet kid but

I don't want you as a mate".

"Can't you just wait for me to grow up?" I sniffed, feeling another wave of tears from his rejection

coming on.

"Because it's not just that May".

"It's because I'm not pretty, isn't it? I bet if I was pretty you'd want me. You're just using this age thing

as an excuse" I blurted, a few tears spilling out my ducts and down my cheeks. I angrily wiped them

away.

"Oh May" Seth sighed heavily, before awkwardly sitting down next to me on the bed. He put his arm

around my shoulders – in the way you comfort a little child. He wiped my cheeks with a small smile.

"I'm sorry freckles, but I don't think we're going to work out. I want to make this easier on you, so I'm

leaving with my Wolves today". Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

I hiccupped as I began to sob heavily, feeling as if my heart in breaking. "May...May...Mabel, please

stop crying". He squeezed my shoulders as I turned to cry on his shoulder. I felt ridiculous and childish,

but my heart felt like it was being torn apart. I couldn't help but cry. "Seriously stop, please, I don't like

to see you upset".

"You did this to me" I sobbed out, "you were supposed to love me and care for me. I'm going to be

alone forever because you don't want me". I gripped my hands onto his shirt as I cried, trying to keep

him with me. Seth awkwardly wrapped his arms around me, holding his breath as one of his hands

softly ran up and down my back. He pulled my baseball cap off, so he could wipe my cheeks more –

making me feel even more like a child being comforted by their father.

I pulled back slightly when I realised how pathetic I was acting. I was so close to Seth I could smell his

manly scent. I looked up into his blue eyes and butterflies circled my stomach. Seth looked down at me

looking at me with sympathy.

He opened his mouth, no doubt to rip my heart apart some more, so I did the only thing I could. I leant

up and kissed him – silencing his rejection once more. I'd never kissed anyone before, so I wasn't

really sure what I was doing. Our lips touched for less than a second, before I realised what I was doing

and pulled away.

Seth looked at me in confusion, eyes blinking in shock, before he bent down and kissed me again. My

eyes fluttered closed as our lips met passionately – his lips were hard and brittle but with a sweet taste

to them. The slight dark stubble on his face tickled my face, as we kissed.

My body was on fire, as Seth's hands moved around me so that they were no longer comforting me but

suddenly holding me against him. My fingers untangled their hard grip on his shirt before my hands

slipped slowly up his chest. I could feel his heart beating strong and heavy. We kissed heavily, my

feelings of rejections disappearing and being replaced with soft and passionate feelings of need and

lust.

When we pulled away, breaking the kiss, I looked up into his beautiful blue eyes. "I am so fucked" he

whispered softly, looking down at me.

"Seth" I breathed out, not sure what to say. He looked at me for a moment longer, before turning and

throwing me into the centre of the bed. I yelped in shock as Seth's bright blue eyes shone at me. A

second later he was on top of me, kissing me deeply.

A soft moan slipped out of my mouth, as he pressed his body on top of mine as our tongues teased

each other. Seth's body was hard and solid above me, but I couldn't feel any of his weight. In fact, I felt

weightless.

Seth broke the kiss, and moved backwards just enough to pull off his shirt. My eyes lit up in desire, as I

saw his large muscled chest – his skin ivory and his six pack defined and glistening. Tattoos glistened

over his back, but I didn't get chance to look at the design because a second later his lips reclaimed

mine.

We carried on making out again for a few minutes, before Seth pulled back once more and his hands

impatiently pulled at my shirt. I leant up and he pulled it off me, exposing my body to him. I was only

wearing a sports bra – because I found them more comfortable – but Seth didn't seem to care.

I clumsily kicked my sneakers off, before we began to kiss heavily again. My legs wrapped around his

waist as our lips battled together. Seth trailed his kisses over my chin and down to my neck. His hands

ran up and down my sides as his lips kissed and bit my skin. A breathy moan slipped from my lips as

my hands gripped onto his muscled back.

He paused for a moment, lips less than millimetre from my skin, his breath blowing over my skin. I

shivered as he paused. "Damn, damn, damn" he muttered.

"What? Is something wrong?" I worried.

"Yes, I'm just going to hell" Seth sighed. I was confused for a moment, before his teeth dug into my

skin. I yelped in pain as his teeth broke through my skin, and slight blood oozed out. My eyes watered

in pain as my hands dug into his back.

Seth was marking me – he was making me his.

He could no longer deny me as his mate.

I belonged to him, I was his mate.