The Female Alpha You Can't Tame

Chapter 17: Chapter 17 Moon Goddess’ mistake?

Deimos interrupts our introduction dragging Cronus to acknowledge the other pack members. While the wolves walk forward with their backs to me as I stand at the gates alone, Cronus slowly turns back meeting my gaze with his lips tilting into a smile. I cannot help but feel that this is some sort of a new beginning.

My sleep is taken over by thoughts of Cronus. Who is that male and what kind of relationship does he have with Deimos and Theia? And why do I keep feeling an urge to ask him plenty of questions?

Waking up the next day morning heading to the pack house for breakfast I sit next to Deimos without acknowledging him rather glancing around searching for that male, searching for Cronus. Looking to the end of the dining table I meet eyes with Cronus. He was already looking at me. I do not understand why but I feel an urge to be closer to him, my wolf is trying to tell me something but I cannot understand.

Deimos shifts at my side trying to touch me but I move away from him, I feel uncomfortable to his touch. Both Cronus and Deimos notice this. Deimos looks to where my eyes are and a small growl rumbles through his chest. "What do you think you are doing mate?" He demands an answer.

"Nothing that concerns you." I keep my answer short and straight, I have no words for this male.

"Do not disrespect me. I will show you your place even if it means doing it right here and now." His voice growing louder by the second.

Dropping the cutlery on the plate with a loud clang I look deep into his eyes while I whisper to him my pain. "I have no place here." Losing my appetite, I get up and walk out the dining room to the pack grounds desperate for fresh air, desperate to just breathe. Sometimes my heartache is too much to handle I shift to my wolf as she is stronger and handles it on my behalf. You cannot control your heart. But you can fight it.

I didn’t notice Deimos was standing behind me until I took a whiff of his scent. I stand quietly watching the pups play until he comes and stands by my side. I know he is watching me but I say no words, enjoying the quietness between us. Quietness is better than tension, pain and anger as those seem to be the only emotions that go around between us. As he moves closer to me, I move to the side away from him.

"Keep your distance, Deimos." I warn him without looking at him.

"And why must I do what you ask of me, mate?" He questions my warning.

"I smell that female all over you. Unless you don’t want me to go back in there and rip her throat out, stay away." I warn him further, this is the truth. My wolf wants her blood. Clearing his throat, he steps away crossing his hands behind his back.

"What you said back there, in the dining hall. What did you mean by that?" He questions me further.

"I meant what I said." My voice cold and unemotional.

"You do have a place here, mate." A loud sarcastic laugh bubbles through my throat to his comment.

"And what is that? To bear you pups? Or to be one of the females you would feel utmost pleasure when you fuck?" I can taste the bitterness dripping through my tone. He scrunches to my crude words but says nothing to correct them.

"You were destined to rule by my side, that is your place." He tells me his truth.

"That’s where you are wrong Deimos, so very wrong. I was destined for something else but until you realize that, you and me will never be." Leaving him with those words turning my back to him searching for some positive energy to envelope me. I head on to the training ground. Stretching preparing for the intensive training not failing to notice Cronus jogging towards the training ground, sweat covering his muscled chest earning lustful looks from all unmated wolves. He was quite the sight to see, I won’t disagree with that.

But an even more mouthwatering sight would be Deimos. His body is perfection, sculpted to be the best. To be something I cannot take my eyes off, to be something I cannot have but only dream of. Once the wolves are settled the training begins however for me, I cannot seem to concentrate as I feel the weight of two pair of eyes on me. What is wrong with those two males? Throughout the training my body turns cold trying to fight the heat of their gazes. Fire and Ice.

Later that evening, wolves gather for a campfire. Soft calming music flows through while the stars shine bright high in the sky. It’s something I have always wanted to experience back when I was in my pack and now that I get to experience it, makes me feel happy. Sitting by the logs roasting a marshmallow, my lips curve into a soft smile. This was my dream as a pup, to roast marshmallows and have my fill to my heart’s content.

Looking towards the other camp fire circle to my right I see wolves cuddled up with their mates and pups under the blankets filling each other with warmth. Someday perhaps I can have this and if not, at least I shall make it come true in my dreams.

Deimos watches where I am looking and his eyes show understanding of what I am longing for. As he begins his stride towards me, Cronus cuts through his track strolling to me with his hands in his pockets, making Deimos halt and return back to his seat. Cronus sits next to me with a huge smile as he greets me.

"Luna." His greeting short and simple.

"Hello, Cronus." I smile in return.

"Why aren’t sitting with the pack?" He questions me gently.

"I prefer being alone." I say shrugging my shoulders, slowly chewing on the candy enjoying its soft sweet taste.

"Lies, Luna. No one prefers to be alone." This male is not one without a brain.

"Maybe, maybe not. I have questions for you, Conus" I tell him straight away.

"Ask away, Luna." He replies without thinking twice.

"Who are you?" I ask him directly with no hesitation. Finally, I can get the answer to appease my curiosity that desperately needs to be put down.

"I am the Moon Goddess, my child. How can you not know this, my daughter?" he replies. I tilt my head to the side not understanding what he means. Cronus bursts out laughing at the same time trying to reign it in so he can speak properly. "It’s a joke, Luna. A joke!" He says between chuckles.

When he sees that I finally understand he relaxes. "I am Theia’s older brother, Theia and me are Deimos’s childhood friends." My eyes widen to his answer, how couldn’t I realize this, Theia and Cronus looked alike. Our chatter quietens until we are surrounded by a comfortable silence roasting marshmallow. Until I ask him what I have been wanting to for the whole day.

"What was your first impression of me when you first saw me and when you came to know I was your childhood friend’s mate?" I don’t know why but I kept feeling an urge to ask him this.

Placing his elbows on the logs stretching his legs forward he looks up at the sky answering my question. "I thought... she is beautiful." My eyes widen to his answer. He thought exactly what I thought of him when I first saw him. Wait... he thinks I am beautiful? Me? Looking back at me and into my eyes he continues, "But that’s not the only thing I thought. When I came to know you were Deimos’s mate, I thought...." I struggled to breathe after his last words to me.

"I thought the moon goddess can make mistakes too."