Luna On The Run!

Luna Ariel’s POV still

This evening I learned a lot about Clarita.

She finally seems to be able to speak her mind. She talks about her childhood, her parents not returning from their umpteenth honeymoon when she was a teenager, and her marriage to Matt, her first love.

Her parents loved each other and her dearly, her mother was a housewife and her father a businessman who earned well. They often holidayed in Asia because her mother loved the street food there. She has so many fond memories of her parents that her face lights up when she recalls them.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

It all becomes different when she starts talking about Matt, her husband. When they met at a mutual friend’s party, he was the perfect gentleman. They were inseparable, he even encouraged her to finish her degree, which he himself did. After three years of dating, he asked her to marry him. By then he had started his own business and was earning enough to support a family.

He put in long hours at work and she often went there to help him.

But then disaster struck, there was an industrial accident, and her husband had to pay the injured thousands of dollars in compensation for negligence. That brought him to the brink of bankruptcy. And this was at the same time as the insurance companies were finally ready to pay out on the policies that her parents had taken out on her behalf.

Her husband asked her to lend him the money, which she did without hesitation. “I believed in him. He was hard-working and intelligent. But little did I know that succeeding was going to mess him up,” she says sadly. “Suddenly he thought I was too ordinary. Whenever I saw him in business magazines, there was always some diva on his arm. It was like he was single. He didn’t need me anymore”.

She sounds dejected, but fortunately, the tears are gone.

“The first thing I did that day was go to the hairdresser. I had a complete makeover, my hair and make-up. I also took a different style of clothes, the shop ass.

“I went to the hairdresser’s first thing yesterday. I had a complete makeover, my hair and make-up. I also changed the style of my clothes, the shop assistant helped me a lot,” she continues, trembling slightly. “I had the credit card, he wouldn’t even notice my purchases on his bank statement. When I checked in with the receptionist, he didn’t recognize me. I went upstairs, but his secretary was not at her desk. I soon understood why. When I opened the door to his office, he was kneeling with his face between her legs, eating her out. I screamed and ran away.”

For a moment there is silence, I give her the moment to control her emotions.

“It is so humiliating. Everyone in the building knew about their affair. The pitying looks told me everything,” she continues, trembling. “I felt used and replaced, it felt like I wasn’t worth anything anymore.”

“You are worth a lot. Maybe not to him, but I am sure there is someone on this globe who longs for what you have to offer. Perhaps they have been searching for you all their lives.” Her eyes light up again. It is clear that she is looking for the love she has been missing since her parents died. The collapse of her secure base has plunged her into uncertainty.

“You know what, let’s forget our troubles and have some fun. I have never been to a bar before, but I want to try it,” I tell her, pulling out the leaflet the taxi driver gave me. She takes it and reads.

“Yes, I know this place. When I was at university, I went there with some friends. It’s exquisite and expensive, you only meet decent people there. Safe and no hassle,” she points out.

“Okay. Let’s go shopping around lunchtime and then hit this club in the evening. It does look good, as described here,” I suggest.

She hesitates. “I don’t have any clothes and I don’t want to go home. And I can’t ask you for a loan either, I don’t have a job to be able to pay you back,” she explains with a hint of embarrassment. “And if I use the credit card, he might come after me and I don’t want to have anything more to do with him. At least not until I file for divorce. ”

I smile at her. “I am not rich, but I have enough money to spend on you. There’s no telling what the future holds, and you are still entitled to part of your husband’s company. You can pay me back later,” I offer.

She hesitates. “But it may be a while before I can do that. Are you willing to wait for that long?”

“No problem. I’m not short of money, don’t worry.”

I watch her as she continues to chat.

What will my life be like in a few weeks? Will I have the courage to face Gorgio and deal with his disappointment? Will he forgive me and take me back? I know he loves me, I am his pride. But now he must be feeling betrayed. If Alpha Zane has confessed to my father that I am his mate, then the others will know as well. Almost all the packs were present at the conference.

My own mood drops as I think of how the other Alphas will now look at Gorgio. Many are jealous of my mate’s strength and that of his pack and will surely take this opportunity to mock or harass him.

I swallow hard.

Moon Goddess, why me? What did I do in my past life that displeased you so much that you want to punish me now?’ I wonder. ‘Even my wolf wants me to accept Alpha Zane and betray my soulmate. Why this punishment?’

‘Suck it up and let’s go home,’ Era reproaches me, ‘Running away and hiding from our mates won’t achieve anything.’ I shove her into the background and slam the wall shut with her.

The last thing I need right now is a wolf who won’t stand in solidarity with me. Era adores Xander, but the mating bond forces her to accept Xander’s Alpha as well.

But she is not the one in control here.

I am in charge, not the other way around…