My Stubborn Luna

I woke with a start. My sweaty sheets were twisted around my waist as I gasped for breath in the early morning air. It was the same thing every time. The same nightmare had haunted me since I was a little girl.

The death of my mother.

Swinging my feet to the floor, I grabbed my glass of water from my nightstand and took a drink to quench my throat. The early morning sunshine brightened my room enough that I didn’t turn on my light.

I rubbed my eyes with the heels of my palms and stared at my closed bedroom door. The sound of the pack rising and bustling around downstairs made me smile. I’d grown up in this pack. My father—the alpha—had too.

The floor was cool against my feet. The smell of breakfast from the dining hall made my stomach grumble. Snagging the clothes I laid out for myself, a T-shirt and jeans, I walked toward my bathroom and shut the door.

The person staring back at me looked more like my mother each day. Bright blue eyes and chestnut-colored hair. It was a constant reminder of her death. The missing person in our lives.

I turned on the shower and stepped into the warmth. My father requested I meet him this morning for breakfast in his office, which was rare. We normally ate with everyone in the dining hall.

Knots of excitement danced in my stomach. I’d completed my four years at our local university last week, per his request, and I was sure he wanted to speak about my place in the pack. About my ambition to become a warrior.

Female warriors weren’t allowed. They were the midwives, cooks, and gardeners. They only fought if our pack was ambushed, which was how my mother died. The feeling of dread from that night slunk down my spine like a snake.

She’d been cooking us dinner when the sirens rang out. I’d never forget her dropping her spatula and her blue gaze turning toward mine. She hid me in the kitchen pantry moments before our house was attacked.

I listened, shivering and crying, while they killed her mere feet from me. I stayed there for hours, too afraid to walk outside and face reality. Being six, I couldn’t have fought off a grown wolf.

However, when my father opened the door and pulled me into his arms, I knew. I knew by the shaking of his body, and the smell of his sorrow that mother was gone. I vowed that day, I would do anything to learn to fight.

I would protect the pack that my mother died protecting. If we were ambushed again, I would be amongst the wolves that avenged our pack. No matter what. And when my father finally found the rogue pack that killed her, I would rip their throats out one by one.

My father stood behind me through the years. He promised I would have a chance to train as a warrior when I completed my degree.

The time had come. My wolf was excited as I finished my shower, got dressed, and walked down the hallway toward my father’s office.

The door was cracked, but I knocked nonetheless.

“Come in.”

I slipped into the room, his spice and pine scent hit me square in the chest. “Good morning,” I said, noticing our breakfast sat on his desk.

His dark gaze shifted toward mine, and he smiled. His salt-n-pepper hair was disheveled which was off. He looked as if he hadn’t slept in days.

“Everything okay?” I asked, grabbing a chair and dragging it over to his desk.

“Yeah, yeah,” he said, looking down at his plate. “I know you don’t like coffee. I had the cooks make some hot chocolate for you.”

I lifted a brow. “It’s ninety-eight degrees today, Dad. Are you okay?”

He chuckled but did not give me an answer. I felt something was off, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. I sipped the goodness, despite the summer-time heat, and began on my omelet.

“So,” I said. “What did you want to talk about?”

Dad cleared his throat. “Do you have any plans today?” he asked. “Have you heard from the university about graduation yet?”

Oh, a smooth dodge at my question. Something was definitely wrong here.

“Sometime next month,” I mumbled, placing my silverware down. “Can you please tell me what’s—”

Someone knocked on the door, and I stopped talking to allow him time to answer it. He walked over, and I instantly noticed Keith, Dad’s Beta, at the door. “—he’ll be here soon, Sir. I just got off the phone with him.”

“Give me ten minutes. I need to speak with Willow before he meets her.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Dad shut the door and scratched his head on his walk back to his desk. “Who’s coming today?” I asked.

Dad sighed and closed his eyes.

I waited, feeling more and more anxious as the seconds passed. “You’re scaring me, Dad—”

“I’m stepping down as alpha, Willow.”

I blinked several times, my breath suddenly dancing just out of reach. Why would he step down so suddenly? Right when I graduated, and he promised I could become a warrior.

“What—why? I don’t understand. It’s so sudden. I thought we were going to train together. What about you bending the rules and letting me try out to become a warrior?”

The sadness in Dad’s eyes hit me harder than his stepping down. He reached across the table and took my shaking hands in his palms. “Baby Girl. I know your mother’s death was hard on you. It’s been hard on me. Until the last couple of years, I’ve searched for the rogue pack that attacked us that night. It’s worn me down, Willow. I can’t continue to harbor this hate. They’re gone. Your mother is gone. And I have to tell you the truth now. I don’t want you to become a warrior—”

Everything coming out of my dad’s mouth felt like stabs to my chest. His mouth continued to move, but I couldn’t make out the words. He didn’t want me to become a warrior? I’d snuck around for years practicing with Derick, my best friend and leader of our warrior pack.

For what? For nothing?

And when had Dad decided to give up the hunt for Mom's killer? No one had been looking for over two years? My entire world was tilting upside down.

“—Dad,” I said, slicing through his words. “I have to become a warrior. I have to protect the pack if we’re attacked. You promised I could learn to fight. Look what happened to Mom—”

“Exactly, Willow. Exactly. Look what happened to your mother. If I send you out to defend our pack, it’ll happen to you. What happened to your mother was an act of god. It was a one-in-a-million thing. If you are on the pack’s warrior team, it will happen to you. I can’t lose you, too. You’re all that I have left.”

I pulled my hands from his and placed them in my lap. My body was turning cold and distant. My entire life, I’d planned to fight. Why would he do this to me? “I can do it,” I said, nodding, meeting his desperate gaze. “I can learn to fight. I’ve been working with Derrick for years. You can ask him. I’m good. You have to let me. Who is going to take your spot? Are you appointing someone? Is that who is coming today?”

Dad retracted his hands and stood slowly. “When I went to the alpha meeting last month for the region, I picked out a young, strong alpha that I think will be good for our pack. He’s a warrior. He’s fought in many wars. He is a good replacement. It’s time to stop letting the guilt eat at me. I want to step down and let someone else take over, Willow. I’m tired—”

“He won’t let me train,” I said with a dry mouth. The reality was sinking into my veins. “You know that. You know it’s against the rules for females to fight. You did this on purpose!” I shouted.

I stood up swiftly. My fight or flight took over. I wanted to scratch my own father’s eyes out. “I dream of mother’s death almost every night. I’m reminded that I let her die because I was weak. I don’t want to be weak anymore. Let me train. Tell him to let me train—”

Another knock came on the door. Father’s heavy footsteps thumped in my mind as he walked over and opened it.

The smell that wafted in hit me square in between my legs. I knew that smell. It was the smell of my mate.

My gaze shifted toward the door where my father welcomed someone. The someone who would seal my fate. He’d drill the final hole into the coffin of my dreams.

Those dark hazel eyes shifted to mine, ignoring my father’s words as he stared at me. He was gorgeous. Tall. Handsome. Dirty-blond hair and a smooth, strong jaw. His fingers were twitching against his thighs as if he wanted to walk over and claim me right then and there.

Those thick lips opened, but I didn’t wait around for ‘mate’ to come from them. Despite my wolf’s pleading to run to him, I didn’t. I couldn’t. My pride wouldn’t allow it. I walked toward the stained-glass windows in my father’s office, pushed them open, and jumped out.

We found her, my wolf said. Finally.

Unable to stop myself, I stared like a starved animal at the woman standing across the room. There was too much space between us. Her chestnut-colored hair was down to her shoulders in waves that I wanted to sink my fingers into.

Those jeans … I couldn’t wait to see her walk away from me in them. Did she sway when she walked? Everything about the woman called to me like a siren.

But she didn’t look happy to see me.

Those too-blue eyes were full of fire and hatred. What had they been speaking about before I came? I opened my mouth to speak when she ran toward the window and flung herself out of it.

Not what I wanted from my mate.

“—dammit,” Alpha Gerald hissed, rubbing his forehead with his fingertips. “I’m sorry. That’s my daughter.”

“Your daughter?” I asked with a smile splayed on my lips.

He cleared his throat loudly, bringing me out of my trance. “Is something—,” Then it dawned on him. “Is my daughter your mate, Chase?”

I shifted in the doorway. “She is, though I don’t think she’s as happy to see me as I am her. Is she in a relationship?”

Alpha Gerald sighed. “Shut the door and take a seat. We have a lot to talk about.”

I didn’t like the sound of that. I shut the door and followed him toward the desk I’d be using as my own soon. Her uneaten plate sat as a beacon of bad news. They hadn’t had a good conversation before I arrived.

Hopefully, that was the reason for her dramatic exit.

I took a seat and immediately regretted it. My wolf howled at her scent.

“Easy,” I whispered.

Alpha Gerald placed his elbows on his desk and interlaced his fingers. “My daughter has been through a lot. Her mother died in an ambush when she was six years old. She sat in the closet while they killed her. She’s been suffering from nightmares for years.”

“I’m so sorry to hear that,” I mumbled. “About your wife, and … daughter. What’s her name?”

“Willow.”

I loved the sound of that name. I wanted to say it aloud to hear it on my tongue, but I didn’t out of respect for Alpha Gerald. “That’s not all. Out of grief, when Willow was young, I agreed to let her train to become a warrior when she graduated college.”

I lifted both brows in shock. It was against the rules of our region to allow female warriors. Not that he couldn’t fight for it, but everyone knew it was a bad idea.

Females had heats, unexpected pregnancies, and stronger emotions than men. Allowing a female to fight was setting her up for failure. “I’m assuming you’ve changed your mind?”

Alpha Gerald sat back in his high-back chair. “I thought her desire would pass, and I couldn’t break her heart at six. Her desire has only grown stronger. I can’t allow her to fight with the warriors. I can’t lose her. Do you understand? She’s all I have left.”

“I do understand, Sir. I guess she didn’t take it well?”

He snorted. “No, she didn’t. I’m afraid it’s going to hinder your mate bond. Willow is strong-willed and will make an excellent Luna like her mother. However, getting her to mate with you might be a problem. She thinks of you as the enemy right now, because she knows the rules. She knows you won’t allow her to train.”

I swallowed. Secretly pissed that I’d been pushed into a situation that I hadn’t caused, though I understood Alpha Gerald’s situation. He’d been full of guilt and regret. He wanted Willow to feel hope.

“Did you ever find the rogue pack that attacked you?" I asked, looking down at her plate again.

He sighed. “I didn’t. I gave up two years ago. I can’t hold onto it anymore. It was driving me crazy. My wolf was so hell-bent on finding them that he grew cold and angry. I couldn’t handle that any longer.”

I shifted forward and braced my elbows against the desk. “I see. I’ll keep an eye out for you. Do you have a file? Or anything that would help?”

He pointed toward a small filing cabinet in the corner. “It’s titled Rogue,” he said. “There isn’t much to go on, which is why I never found them. But, on the other hand. We are hosting your ceremony tonight. I’ve moved all of my belongings out of the master suite down the hallway. If you’d like to move things in today you can. The pack, the ones that know, are excited to meet you.”

I stood, but he gestured me down. “Have you had breakfast? Willow didn’t touch it, and I don’t think she’ll come back for it.”

I smiled. “Thank you, but I grabbed breakfast on the way. You finish yours, and I’ll see myself down the hallway to the master suite. I’m sure I can find it.”

I slipped out of the office, feeling Alpha Gerald’s guilt lingering behind me. My wolf plunged his nails into me, begging me to go search for Willow. I wanted to, but I figured she needed more time to cool off before I approached her.

The master suite was nestled at the end of a long hallway full of rooms. The double doors had wolf-engraved handles and led into a giant suite.

The four-post bed was made with fresh linens and dark furniture in the corners. The bathroom was giant and had a Jacuzzi tub in the corner.

Everything about this pack land was perfect. It was one of the reasons I’d accepted Alpha Gerald’s offer. The acres of land were unmatched compared to the nearby packs. Willow’s scent hit me as I stepped out of the room and into the hallway.

I needed to gather my duffle and at least bring in my clothing before the ceremony. Jogging downstairs, I walked out onto the front steps and toward my Jeep. Willow’s scent was strong.

My gaze shifted around the yard, hoping I’d see her somewhere close when I noticed her standing several yards away with another wolf.

It was petty. I hated myself for it, but jealousy drenched me in green.

Reaching into the backseat, I grabbed the handle of my duffle and pulled it out.

“—I’m sorry, Willow.”

“I don’t want to hear that,” she mumbled. “It’s not your fault. You don’t make the rules.”

Her voice sliced my resolve. I wanted to hear her speak to me. Talk to me. Say my damn name. Not this random wolf.

I turned to walk toward her when I saw him reach out and haul her over his shoulder. Anger took over me. I dropped my bag and raced toward them.

The bastard slammed Willow toward the ground at the same time I plowed into him from behind.

He let out a giant breath and hit the ground like a brick wall.

“What are you doing!” she shouted at me.

Willow grabbed my shoulder and attempted to pull me off the wolf lying on the ground. “You bastard.”

I stepped up and came face-to-face with her. She was utterly beautiful. I noticed things I hadn’t in the office before. Freckles line her tiny nose and cheeks. Behind the angry scowl, she had soft features and a strong body.

I gathered myself. “I’m the bastard? This prick just tossed you over his shoulder.”

The wolf scurried up to his feet and faced me. He was a bigger guy, with dark hair and a handsome face. “I was joking with her. We train—,” he must have realized who I was because he bent down on one knee. “I’m sorry, Alpha. We were just joking around. Alpha Gerald mentioned you were coming today. I didn’t mean to—”

“Don’t bow to him,” Willow hissed. I turned to face her. Alpha Gerald was right. She did hate me. “He’s just another chauvinistic wolf intending on keeping me in the kitchen, right?”

My wolf blazed in anger, but she didn’t look scared for a minute.

“Willow,” the wolf hissed.

“Oh stop it, Derrick, and get up. You look ridiculous.” She turned to walk away from me, and the alpha inside didn’t like it.

I grabbed her wrist and pulled her back toward me. She lifted her chin defiantly and waited for me to speak. “I know you smell me.”

“Yeah, I got a whiff in the office.”

“So you know who I am to you?”

She slid her wrist from my hand. “Yeah, and obviously, I don’t care. Tell me, Alpha. Do you allow females to train for warriors?”

“No,” I said bluntly. “I don’t. It’s against region rules.”

She smiled sarcastically at me. “Then I have nothing to say to you. Don’t you have some moving in to do, Alpha?”

I got the chance to watch her walk away in those jeans. My fingers tightened into fists at my sides, and I swallowed my pride.

“If I may,” Derrick said. “She’s hurt. Please be gentle with her.”

The pleading look in his eyes hit me. He cared for her. “I’m not going to hurt her, Derrick. I’m going to tame her.”