The Luna's Reclaimed Fate

Chapter 9 - My master plan.

Flare

“Your silence tells me you are a rogue.” He frowns. I make a split-second decision and just nod. He gave me the answer to all my problems. I won’t have to ever see my family again when he thinks I’m a rogue. He might even reject me because of it.

“You know, I came to the city to build a new life for myself. I was doing really well until you came along.” I walk over to the window and look out at the city below. Outside people are going about their lives. Oblivious to the fact that there is a werewolf up here looking at them.

“I wouldn’t call that much of a life.” His words make me whip around and glare at him.

“Of course, you would think that. You are an entitled alpha male. You’ve always lived a life of privilege!” The words taste foul in my mouth as I say them. I glare at him as he studies me for a moment, then his laughter fills the air.

He didn’t introduce himself as an Alpha. He didn’t have to. I could feel it the moment he walked into the restaurant. It’s also clear that he won’t need money. He clearly has loads of it. His laughter sends a shiver of delight down the back of my spine, and I whip back around so I don’t look at him.

The last thing I need is for him to see it in my damn eyes! I don’t want him to know. I hear him get up, and I turn around again to see if he is coming my way. He places his glass on the bar counter before turning his attention to me.

“We can continue our conversation later. Right now, I have a meeting which I’m already late for.” He buttons up his jacket and his beta appears. As soon as they leave, I rush to the elevator. I have to get out. I need to get out.

I watch the red number slowly change until it stops, and then I press the button. It feels as if it takes forever to reach me again. The small bell rings and the doors slide open, and I just stand there. I’ve given up my job and my home.

I have nowhere else to go. I also have the distinct feeling that Damian will find me. In this city with all its people, he WILL find me. Sighing, I cross my arms over my chest and walk over to the window. I should have just rejected him the same way I rejected Simon.

After a couple of minutes, I decide to unpack, and I’m not surprised to find that my things have been put in his room. It’s the perfect time to snoop. At least, I will be able to find out what kind of man I’m dealing with.

I go through all the drawers, but there are no papers or letters. Clearly, he hasn’t been here long. His clothes are packed according to colour, which doesn’t surprise me, and from the way his things are packed in the bathroom, I can only guess that he is painfully perfect.

Everything is in perfect line with the next item. Everything is straight. Oh boy! He is a perfectionist! He is probably going to expect me to be the same. Then I get an idea and I start messing his stuff up a little. I don’t create a huge mess, just enough to bug him.

I also don’t like a mess, but I just move his stuff around and out of place. I don’t care if he sees that I went through his things. I want him to know. I’m going to irritate him until he has no other choice but to send me packing.

I can ask for my job back. I have time to get my apartment back. If I can’t get them back, I know how it feels to start over. I will just start over. I don’t mind. I’ve done it before, and I can do it again. I’m not going to be intimidated by an arrogant Alpha who believes he has some stupid mystical claim over me.

I know if I reject him, I will never find love. Werewolves mostly get a second chance if they reject their mate once, but it’s unheard of that we get a third chance at love. I need Damian to reject me, and I’m going to do everything in my power to get him to do that.

After I unpack, I feel a little lost. There isn’t much to do in a hotel room. I take a shower and order room service before finding the television in the bedroom. After room service arrives, I make myself comfortable on the huge bed, and I just flip through the channels.

When I find a movie, I settle in, but my eyes don’t stay open for long. The bed is more luxurious than anything I’ve ever felt before. The bedding is so soft and comfortable that it’s impossible to stay awake.

Damian

Focusing on the meetings is nearly impossible. If they weren’t necessary, I would have cancelled all of them, but there are things brewing in the werewolf world and a group of us decided it’s time we find out where it has come from.

There have been far too many wars lately, and humans are noticing. A lot of us feel that we are slowly losing ourselves. We are losing our values. Our traditions. All because the human world is slowly moving closer and closer to our borders.

Very soon, we will have no other choice but to start living among humans. Which makes me think of Flare. She admitted to being a rogue. She’s clearly been settled here for a while, and I can see that nobody suspects a thing.

After a long afternoon, I finally make my way upstairs, and I start to feel exhilarated again. When I walk into the suite, I can smell the food, but Flare is nowhere. Panic rushes through me, and then I find her in the bedroom.

She has every possible item on the menu strewn out around her on the bed and her foot has smudged what looks like chocolate clear across the covers. I sigh. Normally, if it was anyone else, I would have lost my temper and thrown them out.