I Am The Luna

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It's been a week since I arrived here and I already feel at home, although at times I feel a little overwhelmed by the luxuries I am given.

Atticus is indeed wealthy. He's a businessman on top of being an alpha and even with meetings, training, pack stuff to do and everything else in between he still has time for me.

I am in awe of how much this man is able to do, and according to Patrick, he's always been a beast when it came to keeping up with everything. I can also tell from the way everyone acts and talks around him that they fear and respect him.

A respect that I am impressed to say has now passed to me too.

And I've snuck around. There's no one badmouthing him or me. No one questioned his decisions, and everyone only seemed to have good to say.

Yeah, I heard a couple of women swooning over him, but followed with how they feel I'm so lucky rather than wishing me dead.

He was right, I have to admit that. He does know his pack.

Also, with every passing day, I'm seeing another side to my alpha mate. Oh, and I think I'm sticking to my theory. Actually, it's solidified that men in suits are kinky-as-fuck.

This man knows how to make me come without even touching me with his bare hands, lips, or dick. Pain and pleasure are the ingredients to an intoxicating concoction he creates, and I am in love with it. This is a side of him that is reserved for me.

He switches from dominating and in control in the bedroom to absolutely caring, charming and romantic. Can a girl ask for fucking more?

I don't think so. Atticus is the alpha for me.

Tomorrow is the big day- the day I officially join the pack and become Luna. I glance at the time. It's late but I can't sleep. Atticus isn't back, but although he told me to sleep, I can't as there is something I want to ask him.

I had a facial today and got my nails done.

It's past twelve when he gets back. Today is the one day he's late since he said he wanted to take the next few days off for me.

Valerie and Linnete are arriving here in the morning, and 1 get on pretty well with Patrick and Nicole. I'm definitely more

one of the boys, but Nicole has been making an effort and I appreciate that.

He shuts the door quietly as he takes off his jacket and removes his tie and pulls open a few buttons as he walks over to the bed.

"Tired?" I ask softly as I sit up.

"You're awake? You should have slept," he says, taking hold of my chin and kissing me. I kiss him back before we part.

"I wanted to ask you something and not something I can do over text," I reply as I tug him onto the bed and begin undoing his buttons for him.

"And what might that be?" he asks, taking hold of my hand as he admires my nails. I smile. I love how he notices the littlest of things. 'Beautiful.'

"You haven't invited the Kings to the ceremony. Why?" I ask straight up.

He looks up at me, his face unreadable. "I want it perfect for you and this is a pack event. No one will question if everyone is there or not."

"Hmm... in short, you think I'll be uncomfortable with Zaia here?" I say, looking into his eyes as I reach for something tucked under my phone on the bedside table. It's a picture and I hold it up so he can see. One taken on New Year's Eve many years ago; of him kissing Zaia.

"Where did you get this?" he asks, frowning as he takes it, not even giving it a second glance as he tears it up.

I tilt my head as I lean back, watching him. "I've seen it before, years ago. I just printed that off to make a point."

"And what point is that?" he searches my eyes as he cups my face. "I love you and nothing or no one else compares."

I still haven't said it back....

I nod. "Yeah, I know, and I feel the same. I'm not insecure about Zaia, besides it just makes it awkward if she's not invited. I mean, her dad is your stepdad, even if they were married only for a short time." I remind him.

He runs his fingers through his hair, and I place my hand on his thigh. "I'm sorry. I should have asked you. I just didn't want to make it uncomfortable for you to feel we should or-"

"Come on, I'm not that petty... besides the more time I spend with you, the more that insecurity and doubt inside of me disappears," I admit truthfully. "And I think my point is logical."

"It is..." he sighs as he pulls me into his lap. "I'll make it seem as if I simply forgot to send the invitation."

"I think it's better you ask Valerie if she can pretend that she forgot to pass on the message. She'll be happy to help, and she'll understand. I'm sure she'll make it sound more plausible."