The Wolf King's Luna

CHAPTER 31

DAMON.

"Please, Damon. No war."

I stare at Catherine as she pleads for the pack that wants her dead, heart in her eyes and sincerity shooting from them.

She is so good. So kind. It unnerves me how someone pure like her can be my mate.

I am not ashamed of my past. All I have done for my pack, I will gladly do again. But it doesn't change the fact that my hands are stained with blood and she doesn't want any more blood.

How did the Moon Goddess think that I would be a fitting mate for her?

"They don't deserve your kindness," I tell her.

"Maybe not, but I am not asking for them. I am asking for me. I want peace."

I can understand that. Her life, sure hasn't been easy. Living in a constant state of anxiety must wear on a person's soul. Of course, a war is the last thing that she would want.

I turn to look at Melissa and I can already see the beginning of mutiny on her face. She knows what my decision is going to be and she doesn't like it.

Oh well. I will just have to bring her around to it.

Turning back to Catherine, I say, "Very well. If that is what you want, then no war."

Her naming smile that crosses her face makes the disappointment at not ripping Vance's, worth it.

"Thank you, Damon, thank you," she gushes.

From the corner of my eyes, I see Melissa slouch down in her chair in disappointment, with a very prominent pout protruding from her face but I just ignore her.

"There are conditions though," I continue to Catherine.

'There are?" she asks curiously. Content is © by NôvelDrama.Org.

"Yeah. Number one, I get to call you Cat. No, no. Mother calls you Cat, I will call you Cathy. I am the only one allowed to use that name."

She giggles in response to that, before nodding at me.

"That is fine," she says.

"Secondly, from now on, dinners will just be a private affair between you and me. We can have breakfast and lunch with others. But your night, your nights are mine," I say, my voice going lower at the last sentence.

I watch in unmitigated delight as a blush spreads all over her face before she ducks down to hide it.

"Ugh," Melissa groans as she gets up. "You two are disgusting and I am leaving."

We both watch with crying degrees of interest as she packs up the plates and leaves without a backward glance.

Even better.

"So," I say out loud. "Do we have an agreement?"

She turns to look at me, and with that same blush on her face, nods.

"I can do that," she says quietly. "Anything else?"

"Oh, there are a lot. What do you say about me moving back to my room?" I ask with a cheeky smile.

"What?"

"Don't worry, I won't do anything. It is just to sleep. You can sleep on one end, while I take the other. You will be very safe."

For now.

She thinks through that one for a while before slowly nodding.

"Okay. Anything else?"

"Just one more, for now. You will have to join in the training?

"Training? But I have never trained before," she exclaims.

"What do you mean? Didn't you train back in the Skylight pack?"

"Ni, I didn't. I was the servant, remember? I was never allowed to train. The only way I got to build myself was by running in my wolf form. And even then I had to be careful of not being seen."

"Because they would attack you?" I ask growling.

"Well, yes. And also because my wolf didn't want us to be seen by others. She was very adamant about that."

Huh, interesting.

"So you are saying, no one has ever seen your wolf?"

"Except for my parents, yes. No one has seen my wolf. Except you too."

"That is… interesting."

"What is?"

"The fact that, apart from our families, no one else has seen us in wolf form," I answer.

"You too? Your wolf didn't let you be seen?"

"Nah. It was more of my mother. From a very young age, she had drummed it into my brain, no one is allowed to see your wolf, except family and mate. We had the same experience. We are meant to be together."

She gives me another shy smile in response to that.

"Yeah, I guess we are."

We stay there for a while, just sitting and enjoying each other's presence before I shake myself up.

"So," I say as I get up. "Will you help me move back in? To the room."

"Yes, yes of course."

She gets up and follows me to the cupboard, where I begin to unload my clothes. She instantly drags some of them from me and together we head to the bedroom.

"Which side do you like?" I ask as we hang the clothes.

"Anyone. I am not picky with that."

"You can have the left. It is closer to the wall."

"Why does that matter?" she asks.

"So, I will be closer to the door in case someone barges in to attack," I explain.

"Oh," she says, dragging the syllable.

She smiles at me before turning back to the wardrobe.

We arrange the clothes in comfortable silence, only broken by quiet questions or directions.

That is until a pair of running feet is heard running towards the room. In a synchronized movement, both I and Catherine turn at the same time, with me subconsciously standing in front of her.

A set of harried knocks is heard and I call out for them to enter.

Faye enters, looking pale and disturbed.

"Alpha. There is someone here to see you. A woman," she announces.

"A woman? From where?"

"I don't know. She didn't say. But…"

"But what?"

"She feels… odd."

"Odd?"

"Yes. She says you were looking for her. She calls herself the Falcon."