Wolf-less Omega Luna

CHAPTER 49: A DATE…GONE WRONG

Alana’s POV

We were only supposed to be gone for a day or two, but after a stretch of days, neither Axel nor I had any plans of going back to the pack.

We did everything. Everything I could think of and more. We went to the lake together, Axel shared all of his favorite childhood memories, and we had dates and evenings that ended with mind- blowing sex that had me screaming like a witch long into the night.

Alpha Micheal and Luna Valentina were quite the hosts. Giving us the sink eye when we came out in the morning but silently snickering between each other when one of us wasn’t watching.

“Did we have to do this part, Axel?” I asked in exasperation as we hiked through the woods to an opening in front of a larger stream with a waterfall and by far a better view than anything else I had seen here. “My legs hurt from climbing.”

The arrogant and cocky fine-as-sin man whipped his head to me and cast me a knowing smile. “I told you it would. You’ve done a lot of climbing in the…”

“Goddess, Axel, stop.” I palmed my cheeks to stop the spread of heat that quickly turned them red. “Fine,” he chuckled.

“Did you set this up all by yourself?”

“Dad helped out a little, but yeah.”

Right in front of the stream was a spread picnic mat with drinks, snacks, books, a mini guitar, and a blanket.

“Whose idea was the guitar?” I majorly asked because it looked so small that I was certain it wouldn’t fit in Axel’s hands.

“Dad.” He lowered his head and sighed heavily as he shook with a little laugh. “It was from when I was younger and we would come up here for the weekend. They made me play it for them and Emily. He insisted I showed you.”

“I’m most definitely looking forward to that part.”

He combed the hair off his face after serving me a plate and looked up at me with a suggestive glint in his eyes.

“No. Don’t say it, Axel.”

Axel's number one love language was physical touch. It didn’t need saying. And whenever his hand found a part of my body in the open, he fought back his base instincts to not rip off my clothes in public. Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

When we were in private, not so much.

I wasn’t complaining. Never. Ever. He knew so damn well what he was doing and how to do it even more. With a simple finger work on me, Axel could keep me on the edge of a cliff if he wanted, or ricochet me to the moon and back if he so pleased.

It was a lot, but I would be a fool to protest or refuse him at any time.

I threw in a conversation after settling under the blanket with my plate in hand to stop me from drooling over thoughts of him when he was right in front of me.

“I once heard you went round the packs in the continent right before you became Alpha.”

“I did. Including some outside of it,” he said casually while munching on some chips.

“How did you manage to do it? Packs are very territorial. Especially when it's to another Alpha.”

“I went to most of them for alliances and business purposes. They tended to keep their territorialism aside if it meant something good for their pack. Besides, Crescent Moon pack was well respected even before I became Alpha. It was an honor on their part to receive me, also knowing that we had no reason to cause any trouble.”

“How many packs did you visit?”

“A little over twenty.”

He said it casually as though mediating with Alphas from over a dozen packs was a walkover.

Right now, Axel was giving off his intimidating energy and he didn’t even start it.

“Were you alone?”

“Tyler came with me on some when he had to translate for me. There were some languages I hadn’t yet learned as of then”

“What other languages can you speak?” I asked keenly.

“I can tell you,” he flicked his hair back and locked eyes with me. “Or I can show you. Later at night.”

The air suddenly became too hot. The heat settled between my legs and I squeezed my thighs together to soothe the building pressure.

I stumbled over the next words and it was by some sort of saving grace that I didn’t toss a glass of lemonade on my head.

A thought flashed through my mind as the moment passed. If Axel had gone to packs around the continent and more, he must have been in my home pack too.

That was also around the time when I was separated from them. He could know something about them. So I asked.

“Do you by any chance know how I got here? To Crescent Moon pack?” I cleared my desert-dry throat and gulped down some juice for strength.

His jaw ticked slightly before he responded.

“Yes.” He paused before continuing. “My dad found you wandering around your pack borders without any guardian so he brought you back here. He left you in the care of the high-ranked pack members.”

I swallowed the thick lump that had formed in my throat.

“So you know my pack?” It was barely a whisper.

Good one, Alana. Party pooper. What a way to spice up something that was supposed to be a nice afternoon by the waterfalls.

“I…”

Axel’s head snapped to the bushes behind me and his demeanor changed in a twinkle of an eye. His eyes darkened, and his canines descended as he rendered a bone-chilling growl that shook the set up before us.

That caused me to snap my head behind me to find out what he had seen. When I did, the air was punched out of my lungs.

There he was, the bane of my existence. The beginning of where my pain started. The scar-faced rogue who destroyed my life and so desperately followed me everywhere.

My heartbeat kicked up and my pupils no doubt swallowed my orbs.

Axel trashed the picnic mat before us and pushed me behind him, protectively crouching in front of me, snarling.

“You made a mistake coming here today.” Axel’s thick and gravelly words were loaded with spite. Venom. Hate.

“Nice date,” he shoved Axel’s words to the side. “Good to see you again, Alana.”

I thought the sight of him did damage to my inside. But instead, his statement directed at me twisted my gut and the content of my stomach rushed up to the tip of my tongue.

“How the hell did he know my name?”