My Luna Alpha Mate

she threaten to make life hell for me? Was it my fault the Moon Go

tinging sensation in its wake. Tears filled my eyes, blurring m

h emotionally and physically. My chest constricted in pain.

you'll talk when I'm talking, I'll kill you. I d

? First, it was the Alpha rejecting me after a night of bliss between us, then the Luna treatin

e was low and defeated,

do to me this time. Then she paused, shooting daggers from her eyes. I swallowed. "Watch your

m. My head was bowed in defeat and misery hung over me li

enough to stop the pain within my chest. The more I wiped, the

through this much hell. She had always protected me from the Luna even at the expense of her own l

was now like his mother - mean and wicked. Rejected our mate bond? Why? Was I no

een assigned to, the sun beating down h

uy asked, watching me as

into the farm where the berries are, I began to pick them.

apped my back. I jolted a little in fear. I t

ing you." He was we

really talked to me in the pack, everyone saw me as some kind of despicable being to avoid, though I wondered. I

omething I did not understand. Or maybe it w

hoarse, and trembled too. I could not just

his hand to me, the smile

e him to poison me? They didn't like me, hated me to the core so what if they were trying to get rid of me, probably because of

guy apologized, he was looking quite lost and confus

it was his fault. No one had ever cared enough, except for my mother, to ask

e more and sniffled. "Th...thank

got it from the spring on the East side of the park

drop traveling down my throat, I nodded. "Thank you." I took the water a

eing the way my head was thrown back as I d

igger jar that I could guess correctly contained water. Eager for more, I extended

e asked, ready to pour an

handed him the cup.

re?" He rai

ungry, but I dare not overstep. He was kind enough to

water that had gone to remind my stomach that it need food or my stomach itself, d

away without a word. I sighed. I could not even apprec

tomach now." I silently told mysel