The Young Luna novel Chapter 5

Chapter 5

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Dean knocked on the door and there was a moment of movement. The third in command stood in front of me, outside of the bedroom that Seth was staying in – inside the spare house. All of the Equinox Wolves were staying in the house, but of course Seth had the biggest room.

"What?" Seth called out – inwardly I shivered and reacted to his husky, masculine, voice.

"It's me" Dean called.

"Good, pack your shit. We're leaving. Today. I want to go before I have to see her again" Seth roared. Mentally I whimpered in upset, but externally my face was blank. Dean looked at me in sympathy before trying to open the door. It was locked. "Dean, it's locked" Seth confirmed.

"Open it up man. You need to speak to your mate".

Seth growled, storming across the room. "My mate is--". He opened the door and came face to face with Dean and I.

"Your mate is right here" I commented with a frown. Seth looked me over once more – his face as blank as mine. I couldn't help but admire him again; he was honestly the most attractive man I'd ever seen in my life. He was beautiful.

"Why did you bring her here, Dean?" my mate demanded, glaring at his friend.

"Because she's your mate. And bringing her here was probably the only way to snap you out of these crazy ideas". He pushed me towards his Alpha and I practically fell into the bedroom when Seth moved out of the way – not wanting to touch me.

"Ow" I complained, as I steadied myself. I turned back and glared at Dean. "I've not Shifted, asshole, that hurt".

"Sorry kid" he winked at me. Seth looked between Dean and I with a frown, before the third in command turned on his heel and walked away. There was a moment of pause, as Seth just looked at me before he stepped out of the doorway.

"Leave" he ordered me, gesturing to the door. Inside my heart was hurting, but I remained cool and calm. Walking further into the room I took a seat on the edge of the large bed – trying to take a mental gulp of courage. I may have felt ridiculous but I knew that I needed to fight for my mate. Because I did want Seth to love me, or at least I wanted him to try.

"I'm not leaving, you owe it to me to at least speak to me" I stated, noticing that my voice was slightly shaky. Seth looked at me for a moment, before kicking the door shut aggressively. I jumped in shock at the sound. Seth noticed my nervousness and smirked at me – in the same way a cat looked at a mouse.

"Nervous, freckles?" he teased me.

"No" I scoffed.

"You should be" he replied, as he moved towards the bed where I sat.

I gulped deeply, "you won't hurt me. I'm your mate".

"Who said anything about hurting you, freckles?" He reached me and glared down at me. I took a shaky breath as I looked up into him. But it wasn't because I was scared but because I was nervous – I didn't know what to say to him. "Come on freckles. You refused to leave, so why are you here?"

"I'm your mate" I whispered, looking into his beautiful blue eyes.

"You're a kid".

"I'm sixteen".

"Like I just said, you're a kid" he retorted.

"But I'm still your mate, Seth" I began, using his name for the first time. I saw Seth's eyes narrow when I used his name. But he remained silent. "We only get one mate. I'm yours and your mine. I get that I'm a lot younger than you and that I'm not pretty like a lot of the other She-Wolves. But I'm the only mate you're ever going to get".

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Seth was quiet for few moments before nodding. "You're my only mate, I get that. But it still doesn't make this right. Imagine finding out that your mate was a two year old toddler". He looked at me as I pulled a face. "Exactly. That's the age difference between us. It's the equivalent of you dating a baby. It's weird and it's wrong".

"But I'm still your mate".

"Yeah" he sighed. He ran a hand through his dark hair and silently looked at me. "What happened to your face?" he demanded suddenly. I blinked in confusion. "Your face. It's bruised. What happened?" he elaborated.

"I fell".

"That doesn't look like a fall. It looks like you were in a fight". He raised a thick dark eyebrow at me. I shrugged uncaring but not wanting to talk about it.