Chapter 293 – Luna of The Mighty Alpha

Filed To Story: The Perfect Luna by Marissa Gilbert

The monster who got her decided to take its time with her and enjoy this last kill of the night.

She hadn’t even had her first shift yet to have a fighting chance. There was no way to defend herself, and when the claws sliced her abdomen, there was nothing she could do but cry out as the immense pain rippled through her small body.

A guttural scream left her chest, and by some miracle, the monster was pulled away from her before she realised what was happening.

The blood was gushing from her wounds, and she felt so scared and lonely when someone’s warm hands touched her skin, amber glowing eyes locking with hers.

“I’ve got you, little one,” the Teacher said in a reassuring tone. “I am here now, and no one is going to hurt you.”

Astrea didn’t notice how far she managed to get on her own. She got a harsh comeback to reality when someone grabbed her wrist and pulled her into one of the dark alleys, covering her mouth with their palm at the same time.

“Easy there!” the unfamiliar man cooed into her ear as if that was supposed to calm her down.

This was, however, interesting. Just the distraction she needed to avoid drowning in her own thoughts and memories.

She was curious to see where this was going. Was this man alone, or did he have an accomplice? Were they going to commit a crime or maybe they were trying to warn her? If it was indeed a crime, how well organised was it? After all, she needed to know everything – the good and the bad.

He tried to throw her on the ground when he decided it was safe enough, but Astrea knew how to find balance fast, so she remained standing, taking a quick scan of her surroundings.

A dead end. Two on the left, and two are blocking the way out, Nova confirmed what Astrea had already known.

It was a trap.

“There is no need to get hurt,” one of the four men told her as they were surrounding her. That gang looked like proper rogues, with all the dirt and bad intentions in their eyes. They were proper criminals whom Astrea wouldn’t be too sorry to kill.

“We haven’t seen a pretty bird like you since we got here,” the one who looked like their leader informed her with a chuckle, supported by his crew at once.

“We just want to have some fun,” another one gave her an appraising look full of lust that made her cringe.

“Boys,” Astrea’s lips curled involuntarily. “Why didn’t you just say so? I was actually looking to have some fun myself.”

Her response startled them but not to the point of sending them running for the hills.Enough to stall them so they did nothing as she elegantly shook off her white longline jacket and carefully placed it on top of some boxes, stretching her neck in the process.

Moon Goddess, she needed this now.

The four of them started to close in on her slowly, and she graced them with her most dazzling smile, “Gentlemen, shall we?”10. Let’s Have Fun

The first rogue charged at her, and she didn’t even honour him with a blow of her own, simply dodging at the last moment and letting him meet the wooden boxes behind her.

Another was already launching a sneaky attack of his own from her back, and she found it disgraceful that he didn’t have it in him to do it properly. It was like they weren’t even trying. He simply attempted to grab her from behind, and that was insulting, to say the least. These guys didn’t even have their claws out, completely underestimating the trouble they had just got themselves into.

She sent that one flying across the narrow street, pleased with how far he flew, knocking into some old crates on his way. It was impressive, considering he was a heavy fellow.

Claws elongated immediately, and the men bared their teeth at her, finally realising they hadn’t chosen easy prey this time.

“Come on, guys!” she taunted, blowing a silver strand of hair off her face, a savage grin on her face. “I thought you wanted to have some fun! And so far, this has been boring!”

They leapt at her, and this time, she spared no one, catching the first one to reach her and twisting his arm, breaking it in a way that wouldn’t let him regenerate quickly. She knocked another one out, stomping in the hollow of his knee until she heard a distinctive cracking sound. The third one got his head smashed against the stone wall. Before the fourth wolf could reach her, she jumped up, grabbing the metal bars of an old balcony on the nearest building and swung her legs out, grasping her opponent’s neck between her thighs so hard that his ability to move and breathe were now severely restricted.

This was when Astrea noticed that the dirty rogues left muddy stains on her beautiful white outfit and frowned, thinking about what to do with them next. She would have probably just killed them if it were any other place. However, here in the East, she didn’t know the boundaries and didn’t want to get onto Fenrir’s bad side. The king was already too hard of a nut to crack, and she didn’t need any additional trouble with him.

“What is going on here?” Fenrir’s voice sounded like thunder, bringing her out of her trance. He found her too soon.

Their eyes locked, and she saw how dark his gaze was, how his fists clenched at the sight of what she did to his disgusting men.

Nevertheless, she was in trouble.

“Some of your men wanted to get acquainted, but they forgot to ask for my consent,” she tried to explain awkwardly, still holding someone’s head trapped between her thighs, which, she was sure now, made Fenrir’s jaw twitch. Rogues probably did not care about such things. “Sorry,” she mumbled and released the rogue.

He fell to his knees, desperately gasping for air, making her roll her eyes involuntarily. She hated weak men. Those were usually the ones who gave hell to women, trying to compensate for what they themselves were lacking. Just like these four who clearly wanted to have their way with her, knowing that a regular girl wouldn’t be able to stand against four men.

“Stupid b*tch!” one of the guys spat blood, wiping his mouth and preparing to leave as this was officially over.

“How dare you?” Astrea chuckled with mock indignation. “I am a very clever b*tch! Mind your manners!”

She hoped this would make the King of Rogues laugh, or at least not look this gloomy, but to no avail. Comic relief probably wasn’t his thing.

“Move,” the man with the bloody mouth tried to push Fenrir out of the way, not recognising his own king, but the latter didn’t budge, closing the only possible exit with his broad chest that was going up and down at a faster rhythm than usual, eyes still on Astrea.

She expected to be scolded or reproached because the gaze cast on her was so heavy and dark. However, a gasp escaped her when, instead, Fenrir abruptly placed his large palm on top of the rogue’s head and twisted it with force, breaking his neck, the breathless body of the man dropping to his feet to Astrea’s shock.

“Who,” Fenrir growled menacingly, catching another man who tried to flee for his life now, “do you think you are?”

“Man, it’s just some girl! We didn’t know anyone already had dibs on her–” The captive never finished his sentence because sharp claws sliced his torso so deep that his bowels fell out, dirtying the ground. Something that was very hard to achieve without shifting.

The king moved with speed faster than any shifter Astrea had encountered. Quick, deadly, merciless… His fist pierced the third rogue’s chest, bursting out of it holding a heart that was still beating. Fenrir threw it away as if it was a piece of trash and moved on to the final offender.

The fourth man didn’t even try to run, trapped between Astrea, who didn’t move as she watched the scene unfolding before her eyes in awe, and Fenrir, who had his hand covered in blood. Slowly, the king approached the last rogue and grabbed his neck, yanking him up to his feet and then up in the air until his legs kicked uncontrollably… uselessly.

Fenrir’s eyes found Astrea’s again. “What? Are you not going to ask me to spare him?”

The words brought her out of the daze, startling her even more.

“Why would I?” She arched her brow at him. “So that he could go and hurt some other girl who can’t protect herself the way I can? I will not plead for him or anyone like him for that matter.”

“Good!” Fenrir scowled, and she heard another cracking noise, knowing far too well what it meant.

The Rogue King had just killed four of his own men.

Her mind was flooded with thoughts of what it could mean, but at the same time, she didn’t want to read the situation wrong.

Was this planned? Or was it a coincidence? Did Fenrir care about her safety because she was an important representative from the South? Did he care about her at all?

She was a mess inside but still didn’t let a single emotion slip onto her face. Exactly like she was taught.

“Are you hurt?” he asked when their silence became too awkward.

“Does it look like I am hurt?” she felt slightly offended by such a reaction. “I was handling them fine on my own, you know.”

“Were you?” his lips pressed into a thin white line, a little wrinkle forming between his brows. “You were not supposed to be here at all!”

“Oh, excuse me for YOUR people dragging me here without asking for my permission first!” She retorted, narrowing her eyes at him.

“You shouldn’t have wandered off alone!” he persisted with his attitude, adding fuel to her fire.

“Weren’t you the one who told me to get lost?” Astrea chuckled darkly, all fear and admiration for the man gone.

“No, I told you to give me a minute!” Fenrir clarified, fisting his hands so hard his knuckles became white.

“And that is what I did! It’s not my fault that a gorgeous, nicely dressed woman can’t take a step here without being assa*lted!” she scoffed, not sure why he irked her so much. She wanted to provoke him, test him, get more emotions out of him, to see that fire in his icy eyes burn… Astrea desired it all. Not because it was her work. Not anymore. So, she added, “If only there was a King to fix that!”

“Good point!” Fenrir growled, a dangerous glint appearing in his eyes as his lips curled in a menacing smile, making her regret taunting him. “Your safety is my first priority, Menace.”

He took a step forward, and she took one back, feeling the dangerous dark energy that was pouring off of him.

“Wh-what are you doing?” She knew she wasn’t going to like the answer.

“See, Astrea, the problem is that I can’t fix the city in one day,” he sneered at her, “but I sure as hell can keep you safe.”

“Fenrir!” she warned him, lifting her hand in front of her as if to ward him off.

However, he only used it to pull her closer and in less than a second, her world turned upside down.

Literally.

“Fenrir!” she yelled, realising that the rogue threw her over his shoulder and now was walking away leisurely.

“The best way to keep an esteemed guest safe is to keep you close,” he explained in a matter-of-fact tone, his grip tight.

“You can’t do this!” she protested.

“Really?” he chuckled. “Looks like I am already doing it.”

“That’s–” Astrea wanted to do and say so much, but only exhaled heavily, giving up. It wasn’t like she could fight him. Not only because it would go against the mission. Mostly because she wasn’t sure, after what she had just witnessed, that she would be able to take him down if she fought him. She had to admit that Fenrir was possibly too strong for her. Which meant she would avoid physical confrontation at all costs, letting the rogue feel he was the winner in this argument.

That would be the real win for her. She had to think of the long game.

Fenrir halted, not expecting her to give up so easily. His hands slid up the woman’s body adjusting her position and she didn’t react to that either, taking the fun out of it all. The last thing he wanted was to hurt her or make her angrier.

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