Accidentally His Luna

Shirley's POV

I exhaled deeply, trembling and staring at the papers in his hand.

How did it come to an end? My heart had puzzling questions.

I could see Lena leaning close to him with a sullen face.

She was my sister, my hope, my strength, but in the end, she stabbed me in the back and took my husband away while I battled with my life on the sick bed.

I was told to eat, love and live my last days well, but I guess it's only heartbreak that got me.

The fact that he called me worthless and barren, rubbed off my past on my face.

It was my mistake in telling him I was once rejected by my fated mate.

No words to say. I had wept enough and pleaded enough. I guess it's time to go.

With so much pain in my heart, I signed the papers. However, I left a message behind, one that would taunt him.

I walked out of the hospital, in my hospital wear. When the doctors and nurses chased after me, I didn't pause. I just ran, lost and tensed.

However, I didn't forget to take alcohol along.

I found myself in the woods, the dark, lonely place that calls in the broken.

Coyote yaps, dark tree trunks and shadows, overhanging limbs across the path seen at the last second, clumps of bushes.

Thorns pierced me and I winced, struggling to get past the barely visible black trails snaking through the undergrowth.

I didn't know what strength I held dearly, but I kept pushing in until I arrived at a cliff.

The wind was firm, and I felt it'd push me in.

That was it, I wanted to end my life because it wasn't worth it. If I could get betrayed 12 months before my death, what else is left for me?

I reminisced over my life and almost took a step further when I heard a growl.

It was so loud and disturbing that I got startled. My body shuddered as my pulse was fast.

My breath was slow.

Curiously, I moved back a bit to take a glimpse. There i found him, his body rammed on an oak tree.

At first, I intended to ignore him, but then he was in so much pain. As a doctor, I couldn't bear to leave someone who needed help.

Hastily, I drew closer, and he suddenly grabbed my hand. Bewilderment flushed inside me as I was literally staring at him.

Hiis eyes peered at me and I felt goosebumps all over my body.

He seems covered in his own pool of blood and barely breathing. The howl of wolves grew louder.

"Larry?" my lips muttered, as he seemed to be in grave pain.

He was writhing on the ground and holding my hand firmly.

His eyes widened at me as his body vibrated. I could feel his pain, like they were mine.

He was stunned to find me in the woods. What was he doing here? He was meant to be in the wolverine society.

"Save me" his lips cried as his body turned cold. It jerked me back to reality. Pain could humble people.

I recall when those same hands pushed me away.

I fell to the ground, my hands trembling. Staring at it, I was covered in his blood.

He placed his palm on my cheeks and coughed out blood.

"Don't let me die Shirley" he whispered, his voice faint and I could barely hear him.

I applied pressure on it, and he giggled.

"Fuck!" He screeched as sweat beads on his forehead as he could barely get up.

Hastily, I thought of something. I currently work in the medical field and know how these things work.

I took off my pin, and he widened his eyes at me, flinching. Now he's scared of death.

The pin was to take out the bullets and shit, his foes really meant business as they targeted his vital parts.

I was scared of losing him, but as a patient. I shouldn't be doing this.

He roared, his eyes switched mauve and his claws were inter-switching with his finger.

"Shit, I'm gonna die!" He wailed, trying to rise, but I held him down. His eyes were teary as he struggled to breathe, but I just had to encourage him. My patient couldn't die in my hand.

"Look at me, Larry, you won't die" I stated as we both stared at each other, intensed.

His face had turned pale as I couldn't feel his pulse. He was holding on to the hand that he once pushed away.

"Find him and confirm he's dead!" a voice growled, and I got jinxed. It must be his killer.

They were still in the woods.

He was staring at me, tensed and anxious as I tried my best to stitch him up.

When I was done, I began to knead grass, tensed and consumed with fear. It can't get any worse than this.

Footsteps were approaching, and I got more anxious than ever.

"Will you hand me to them?" He asked with a doleful gaze at me that almost melted my heart.

Obviously, he didn't trust me.

After the rejection, I wished him death and now, I am saving him.

I gave him no response, quickly dragged the dried grass I had knitted, assisted him and hid with him in the cave while covering us with grass.

His body leaned towards my mind, hot, and I could feel his weak breath pouring on me.

My heart flustered as I tried to control any thought that was lurking in my head.

His touch sent a cold sensation running through me.

I was nervous, as he put his head on my shoulders. He was cold and quaking. His arms went around my waist, pushing me in.

I felt his lips rub my neck and, for a moment, time stopped, my mind was void and i was lost, staring at him in his weak form.

He couldn't even morph into a wolf, he was battling with it.

"Don't leave me" he requested with close eyes.

I shouldn't have been here, we shouldn't have met.

I gulped hard. It was only for the night. I'd stay by him. The next day, I'd kill myself.

He cuddled me in his arms, so firm that I couldn't breathe. We exchanged breaths and I held my emotions to myself.

I haven't recovered from the heartbreak yet and even if I want to start all over, not with him!

My eyes were heavy too. I wished to fall asleep but watched over him.

I didn't know how long I had slept, but when I woke up, I found myself on the bed.

So firm, warm, and pushing me in. I knew it was all a dream, I was home.

I tried to turn around but then something strong was holding on to me.

It must be Greg. His body was sturdy, and I didn't want him to let go.

I have loved him wholeheartedly.

I blushed, rubbing his arm, but it felt quite hairy.

I furrowed my brows, turned around only to be greeted by his face. My heart melted for a moment, my breath ceased.

He looked so alluring with his arm over his head, facing up, his skin quakes and his sturdy abs.

I intended to lay my hands on them but his face...

Larry! What? How did we get here? He was shirtless and I was fucking naked.

I shook my head, trying to recall fragments of memories and all I could see was the two of us kissing each other wildly and hungrily.

I squirmed on the bed with a loud gasp. What happened last night? I lowered my eyes on his body, the injury was no longer there.

I tried pushing him to roll over as he was sticky.

Something wasn't right? I was sure last night...

He growled as though I was pushy. He hadn't opened his eyes and must have been deep in sleep, but he wasn't letting go.

I quickly wrapped myself in the blanket, pulling myself from his hold with so much energy.

When I survived the pull, I pulled the duvet tightly around me and rushed toward the door. Suddenly, it swung open, and two maids bowed before me with respect.

'Luna, it's time.'