Wolf-less Omega Luna novel Chapter 19

Alana’s POV

“What could possibly be the reason for him asking about my pack?” I muttered to myself as I climbed the stairs to my bedroom with Coral trailing behind.

I replayed Axel’s face as I said nothing more than three lines about my background and almost broke down in tears. He tensed his jaw and his eyes flickered like he was the one who lost his family.

Did he know something about my former pack?

If he did, I wouldn’t be surprised seeing as the scar faced rogue who attacked Crescent Moon pack was the same one who attacked my pack years back.

For a brief second, a possibility crossed my mind. What if it was all connected? What if my parents were still alive and in my former pack?

Holy hell! It wasn’t possible, right?

But it wouldn’t hurt to try and find out. I had to.

“I can hear your thoughts from miles away, Alana,” Coral said, jarring me.

“Jeeze,” I shrieked.

She only laughed at me, shaking her head.

“Don’t think too much, Alana. We’re off to a good start. Get some sleep and we’ll take off from there tomorrow. Goodnight.”

Not that my thoughts were about the party but of Axel, I nodded anyway.

Why was she always so nice to me?

“Goodnight, Coral. And thank you,” I said after a brief pause. “For everything. Really.”

With a bow and a simple, “Luna,” she disappeared into the lengthy hallway.

After a long shower, I lay in the overly large bed thinking about anything and everything that my mind could grasp.

Tossing. Turning. Sighing.

My mind slowly drifted to the one man who was becoming constant in my life. “Axel,” I said out loud.

His name carried a breeze that sizzled along my skin.

His smoky baritone voice replaying in my head and doing crazy things to my insides.

I still had a hard time reading his emotions. Not that I expected to see through him completely after only knowing him for this short time, but still, it was such work.

Earlier, he seemed star struck by my appearance but towards the end of the evening, he had this stony expression that was followed with guilt or…

I couldn’t even place it.

Was it about me?

Was he already tired of me? Was it now dawning on him that I was weak and unworthy of being his mate? Not capable of being loved by someone as powerful and fierce as him?

I tossed to the other end of the bed, the entire room growing wildly hot even if a downpour was imminent.

Thinking about it now, he did have that feral look when he walked into my room yesterday after Coral and I returned from shopping.

The thought sent a chill down my spine and a visible shudder ran through me.

“Get out of your head, Alana, the world doesn’t revolve around you.”

I decided to focus on the positive side of things. Like how the evening turned out not half as bad as I expected. How the most feared pack in the continent fell to its knees in recognition of me.

How howls penetrated the night representing a new allegiance. For me.

How Axel’s grip on me had meant one thing and one thing only, —possessiveness—

My insides warmed up and a lone tear dropped on the silk pillow.

The realization that we —Axel and I— could make this work was enough to put me out of my self loathing to slumber.

“Up, up, up, Luna!” Something…or someone banged on my door.

What time was it?