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?

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

keys of the piano, playing a tune fuelled by my frustration, confusion, and restlessness. She has stolen my peace and sleep.

that is meant

that I have

slam my hands on the keys as

woman 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

- THREE MONTHS AGO

day of the wedding and Valerie made it pretty clear that Adriana wants to move her sister, although it isn't really ideal, considering the

go talk to her, to tell her that Ada would

how I'll react when I come face to face with her. But at the same time I know what she's going through. I'm going to

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 seen

her hands into her back pockets, that defiant spark back in her eyes as she spares me a fleeting

sleeves emphasising every single curve of