Chapter 297 – Luna of The Mighty Alpha

Filed To Story: The Perfect Luna by Marissa Gilbert

“It may come as a shock to you, but I only sleep with women who have feelings for me,”

he announced, making her lips part once again.

He wasn’t serious, was he?

“Are you for real?”

A snort escaped her.

“Yes, Astrea, I am.”

He brushed a strand of silver locks behind her ear, creating a wave of goosebumps.

“The moment I see it in your eyes, you are mine.”

She shivered. Not because it was cold, but because his words reached something deep inside her, and that was a completely new and undefined emotion that she wasn’t sure how to decipher yet.

Leave before we embarrass ourselves further!” Nova insisted, breaking the train of her disarrayed thoughts.

Escape it is! Astrea confirmed and tried to push the rogue, who was too close to her, away.

“In your dreams, Fenrir!”

she hissed.

“Speaking about dreams!”

he pulled her closer by her waist, dipping his face into her wet hair, and trailing his nose over her collarbone.

“That love bite looks exactly like the one I left on you in my dream.”

She gasped, her hand instantly reaching for her marking spot. So much had happened that it completely slipped her mind.

Astrea’s eyes darted to the mirror on the opposite wall, and to her relief, no hickey was gracing her skin anymore.

However…

“Yeah,”

Fenrir scoffed,

“nothing there. It’s funny, though, that you knew exactly where it was supposed to be.”

“Don’t feel so special. We are not sharing dreams.”

She knew she had fallen for his trap, but she wasn’t going to admit it.

“This is where you were staring!”

“If you say so.”

He was unable to hide his grin, and it annoyed her even more.

“I am too tired for this!”

Astrea muttered and rushed to leave the room, not bothering to pick up the clothes she had left in there. The towel was big enough to cover her, and she needed to leave as soon as possible.

Never in her whole career was she so close to failure on every single level. Fenrir was out-playing her, and she had to regroup.

“Astrea?”

Devoss greeted her at the exit, but she brushed past him, storming toward her room.

Devoss, who had changed again and was wearing purple now, went up, knowing that Fenrir wouldn’t be too happy with another visitor. His privacy was already invaded beyond belief, and he was surprised that the Rogue King was still tolerating them all.

He found his friend still in the bathroom, sitting on the edge of the bathtub that Devoss had personally filled in an effort to bring the couple closer.

“That bad?”

he asked and was immediately pinned to the wall with Fenrir’s large hand wrapped against his neck.

“Do this again, and I will make you regret our deal!”

The deity released him, and Devoss coughed, grasping his throat.

“A simple thank you would do next time!”

he grunted and watched the Wolf God breathing heavily next to the only window in the room.

“I’m sorry, okay? Bash told me who she is to you, and I wanted to help.”

“This is not how it works,”

Fenrir exhaled loudly.

“It– I should have stayed away.”

“Let’s agree to disagree,”

Devoss commented.

“I can see you two working out just fine. You just need to–”

“Dev, seriously, leave me alone!”

Fenrir interrupted, not in the mood for the fox’s lecture. What could he know about any of this?

“Fine,”

Devoss sighed in defeat.

“Sorry if I overstepped. Let’s talk later.”

He left just as he was asked, leaving Fenrir in solitude.

Only it didn’t give him the peace he sought anymore. Not like it used to.

Astrea’s presence changed everything, taking this peace he managed to find after so long and crushing it.

The memories were now flooding his brain, invading his mind. He wouldn’t be able to have peace anymore now that the box he had hidden them all in was opened again.

Thousands of years have passed, but he remembered the first day he met her as if it was yesterday.

The skies of Asgard were the perfect shade of azure when Tyr threw Fenrir to the ground, raising a large cloud of dust around them. Letting the young wolf regain his breath and the remnants of his dignity, he circled him with a smile curving his lips.

Fenrir groaned, and his mentor chuckled in response.

“You are off of your game today, boy! It’s as if I’ve taught you nothing!”

Fenrir clenched his jaw, feeling his ribs falling back into place, regeneration still in progress. He didn’t let another sound escape, so as not to humiliate himself in front of his one and only friend. Especially since he wasn’t going to let it end this way.

“Are you sure?”

he chuckled and kicked his mentor in the knee, making him trip and fall right next to him, suddenly feeling better about himself.

“I remember that the battle is not over until the opponent is dead or has admitted his defeat. Maybe I am just waiting for the right moment!”

The smile dropped from Tyr’s face, and the change did not escape Fenrir. He’d learned to read the room early on, knowing that he was not loved here in Asgard. Just tolerated on the good days.

“You are upset. Is it because of our guests? The ones who are arriving today? Do you know what all this is about?”

he asked, curious and hoping to find out at least a little something. It was rare for Asgard to have visitors from outside of their realm.

No one was telling him anything as usual, which only spiked his interest. It must have been kept a secret for a very good reason.

Tyr sat up, dusting himself off, still panting slightly after sparring.

“Yeah, I don’t think it’s a good idea,”

Tyr confessed.

“Why not?” Fenrir taunted, eager to learn what he could.

His mentor studied his face briefly and then forced a careless empty laugh.

“Don’t get these things into your head, boy,”

Tyr slapped his back.

“Trust me, it’s going to be long and boring, and you are lucky–”

“I know,”

Fenrir stood up. He was lucky he wasn’t invited. This was how it worked for him.

The thunder rumbled despite not a single cloud present in the sky.

“I think that means it’s time for me to go,”

Tyr mused, giving him that look he hated. A mixture of pity, worry and regret.

“Yeah, I have a business to attend to tonight, too,”

the wolf grinned, to which his friend huffed a small laugh.

“Good,”

Tyr nodded, probably thinking he would spend the night with some maiden in his bedroom.

“Tomorrow. Here. Same time.”

His friend left him in a rush, and Fenrir had to return to his chambers to clean up and be ready before night fell. His little secret was probably what excited him the most lately.

His home was at the very top of the mountain, close to the main palace, but slightly lower and much less pompous. However, the position came with its perks, giving him the best view of the realm all the way to the gates.

He was on his way out when the portal arch in the central garden started glowing, and he heard screams and cheers of excitement as Asgardians surrounded their guests who had just arrived. Fenrir couldn’t see them clearly because of the crowds greeting them, leaving him to wonder again what the whole deal was about. They usually despised everyone who wasn’t from here.

He was about to give up and leave when he noticed something shimmering in between the heads of his family members.

Shimmering like stars themselves…

Fenrir was late to the meeting for the first time in the last decade or two. Worried that his brother had already left, he blamed his own curiosity for the unfortunate occurrence.

The rules had been simple since they were taken away from their mother. His brother and sister were prohibited from entering Asgard. He was the only one with the privilege to reside among the other gods. And with his sister locked in Nilfhelm’s underworld realm, he could only see Jormungandr from time to time. Once per month on the first day of the Full Moon. In secret, just as they agreed.

Tonight was the night, and he was unforgivably late because he’d tried to catch a glimpse of the guests from the other divine realm. An event to which he wasn’t invited, so he couldn’t actually march in there and see everything he wanted to see.

It was so stupid, but he couldn’t help himself. The Olympian group was small, yet he’d managed to see almost everyone who arrived. Just three deities and he had only been able to see two, Selene and her brother Helios in their silver and golden attire, respectively. Two perfect gods, probably the most beautiful people he had ever seen.

But there was one more in their party. The one whose name was on everyone’s lips the moment her small foot stepped through the portal. She was so popular that he couldn’t catch sight of her because a crowd of Asgardians surrounded her constantly, making it impossible for Fenrir to see anything but her silvery-white hair, shining like threads of starlight.

He’d tried to change his location or wait for people to give her some space, just step aside for a moment, but that never happened. Whatever he did, he couldn’t see her face.

Astrea, the one they called the new goddess of stars, remained a mystery to him.

Fenrir didn’t notice how and when it got dark and when he remembered he had more important things to do tonight, he was already running late.

Joran wasn’t in their meeting spot when he got there, and Fenrir was angry with himself. He’d missed meeting the one and only person who cared about him, because he was trying to see some… girl.

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