I Am The Luna

"Can you both just fucking stop?" I growl, dropping my hands, very aware of a certain thumping heart beneath my fingers "Enough."

"What on earth is this? You said it was just a light match, Zade!" Valerie hisses

And you believed that? I think, but don't say anything.

"We're fine, Valerie," Atticus says before he gives that charming smile that he wears so often as if he didn't just get into a violent fight. "We were just sparring, the way you guys seem to consider the norm in your pack. Besides, I think Zade looks better with a couple of bruises and broken bones."

"Likewise." Zade counters. I shake my head, feeling Atticus's eyes on me, but I'm trying not to look at him because I don't

want him to think I care- and I don't.

"Well, you both need seeing too. Atticus, do you have any broken bones?" Valerie asks and only now do I realise she smells of popcorn. Damn, girl was actually getting popcorn.

"No," Atticus says as he does something to his shoulder, not even flinching as it clicks into place.This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

Valerie nods. "Well Adriana, can you bandage him up? I'm going to take a look at Zade."

"Wait what? Why should 1? I'm not a doctor."

"Well, I know for a fact you know how to dress a wound. Please, he needs a shower, too. Then come over to mine for lunch."

I clench my jaw, annoyed, but she's my luna and I can't really fucking disobey a direct order.

"Right," I say, but I can still show my displeasure. "Come on," I growl to Atticus, who picks up his torn shirt and presses it to one of his deeper wounds.

Zade smirks but I don't fucking know why. He looks a shit show too and when he moves, he's limping a little.

Idiots.

We part ways, and I lead the way back to the packhouse. Although I'm aching all over, he's definitely in worse shape, but he still walks with his shoulders back and his male ego oozing off him.

"Happy now?" I ask as I enter the packhouse and glare at him.

"Well, he didn't really win did he? You seemed pretty confident that he would," he remarks, stepping inside, his arm brushing my breast in the process before he shuts the door.

Our eyes meet and I purse my lips. "Ok fine, you did take me by surprise. It was impressive." I admit begrudgingly now, finally taking the time to look him over. He lowers the shirt he's got pressed to his left flank to his side and I'm rewarded with a full view of his sexy abs.

"Thank you," he replies huskily. I try to calm my own racing heart, unable to look up at him even if I wanted to, as my gaze rakes over his delicious body.

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I reach out, and a deep urge to touch those sexy abs takes over me. "At a price though, these wounds are pretty deep.." 1 murmur, enjoying the electric current that dances up my arm, spreading from my fingertips. My gaze dips to the front of his pants, and suddenly I'm oh so very thirsty.

"They were worth it. He shouldn't have been so hard on you. I know he trains Valerie, and she's never been as bruised and beaten up as you are." I freeze at the anger in his voice.

So, he really did that because of... me?

I then make the mistake of looking up into those now burning eyes of his...