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?

her 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

the piano, playing a tune fuelled by my frustration, confusion, and restlessness. She has stolen my peace and sleep. There is not a

is meant for

that I have

slam my hands on the keys as I lower

who had entered my room and rejected me when I was butt-naked. That in itself was fucking mortifying. I scrub my palm down my face, remembering one of the last times I had talked

- THREE MONTHS AGO - HUGH &

pretty

tell her that Ada would be safe here, I find it difficult to face

I come face to face with her. But at the same time I know what she's going through. I'm going to lose my

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

up, slipping her hands into her back pockets, that defiant spark back in her eyes as she spares me a fleeting glance before she turns her

fitted grey top with long sleeves emphasising every single curve of