I Am The Luna

Chapter 0501

The Luna For Me

A Novella of Atticus and Adriana

ATTICUS

My name is Atticus Payne, and I am the alpha of the Whispering Mountain Pack. It is one of the strongest packs around, one that is known for its impressive and secure location. I am known for my power, strength and of course, my New Year's Eve parties.

I am thirty-eight years old, single, and no longer infatuated with another alpha's woman. Yet I am not ready to face the woman that the Goddess has bound me to. Not because she does not appeal to me, but because I don't know how to understand or comprehend that someone can be made for me. That this... intense pull is more than just an incredible attraction.

It is a pull I do not understand, one I could not have imagined to be of such calibre despite being told about it. I don't want that to blind me, to influence my decision.

Are we compatible? I'm not even sure. Our backgrounds are extremely different, but I have seen opposites work together extremely perfectly before. Do I like her for her, or is this illusion because she was 'meant' for me?

to think I'm just settling for her because she's my fated. I know she knows about my previous feelings for Zaia Toussaint-King and that just makes it worse. I wonder how that makes her feel? Just the thought that

and restlessness. She has stolen my peace and sleep. There is not

is

luna that I

hands on the keys as

when I was butt-naked. That in itself was fucking mortifying. I scrub my palm down

THREE MONTHS AGO -

fills these halls like an intoxicant. It's the day of the wedding and Valerie made it pretty clear that Adriana wants to move her sister, although it isn't really ideal, considering

matter how much I wanted to go talk to her, to tell her that Ada would be safe here, I find it

to face with her. But at the same time

in there at the moment, and when I see the coast is clear I knock on the door before opening it. She's standing there gazing down at her sister, her arms wrapped around herself. The most vulnerable I have probably

back pockets, that defiant spark back in her eyes as she spares me

heart is pounding. I look her over. That fitted grey top with long sleeves emphasising every single curve