A Luna’s Opinion
A Luna’s Opinion
Liam
We thought we had a fucking lead, but the rain fucking washed it away.
By the way the marks were left along the far side, it was clear a body had been dragged along the northern side of the forest. What fucking confused me was that it was almost as if the person knew exactly what angles the cameras were positioned at, which made me even more pissed off.
It meant there was a high chance that the killer was on the inside of the IT or surveillance department.
I had told Zack and Damon that I wanted to question every fucking person again, but they had been against it.
I was fucking tired of being told how to run my pack.
Coming back to my room, seeing Raven sitting there in my bed telling me how I might not even live past the next fucking Blood Moon was the fucking icing on the damn cake.
If that were the fucking case, then what was the point of all this?
What was the point of hurting her by keeping her around me?
What was the point of keeping a good reputation within the eyes of my pack?
I should just do this shit and make sure I found the culprit before the Blood Moon.
If I was to die, then at least I could do one thing right before I go.
I dropped onto the bed, her scent still clinging to the pillow, and closed my eyes, my heart fucking clenching painfully.
The selfish side of me told me to make the most of the time I had…
to love her and spend it with her before it was too late.
The bitter truth that I had wasted three years of my life left a sour taste in my mouth.
I stared at the ceiling, hating how I had just treated her so coldly. This shit was not something I wanted to worry anyone about, especially not Mom and Dad… and I shouldn’t have told her. It wasn’t fair to her.
If I only had a few months, then I promised I’d spend it well…
I didn’t know how long it had been, but I couldn’t sleep.
I got out of bed and left my room. I locked the door behind me and stared down at the keys in my hands, taking a second before I unlocked Raven’s and silently slipped into her room.
She was fast asleep. I closed the door quietly behind me.
Yeah, I kept a key to her room. Who fucking cared?
I stared at her. She was holding one of her ugly plushies to her chest. Raven was the type of girl who would look past all the cute plushies in a shop and choose the ugliest, weirdest one she could find.
She was the type of person who thought the neglected ugly animal in the zoo was cute, who would buy a used item to make someone happy even if she could afford something better.
She was different. People hated her energetic attitude growing up, but I loved it; I loved her quirky nature, her warmth, and her fucking smiles. But I was hurting her too…
She turned over, her arms loosening around the ugly goddamn plushie as she pushed the blanket half off her.
I realised she had ditched her oversized top, only wearing her sports bra and leggings.
I found myself quickly admiring her body.
She was fucking gorgeous, from her rounded breasts, curvy hips and thighs, right down to that pierced navel of hers.
Leaning down, I tugged the plushie from her arms and tossed it to the ground before sliding into her bed. I knew I was a dick to her earlier, but I just needed something calming to let me fucking sleep.
I was hot and cold, angry and calm, but right then, I just needed her, wanted her. I was about to slip my hand under her head when she wrapped her arms around my head, pulling me to her chest and snuggling against me. Well, fuck…
Her breasts did feel fucking good…
Smirking, I slipped my arms around her waist instead, pulling her against me. Even if we couldn’t be together for long, I would treasure the time that I did have, even if it wasn’t long.
I awoke to a piercing scream. The next thing I knew, I was kicked with full force in the chest. It knocked me off the bed and straight into the shelf beside the window, sending shooting pain through my neck and back.
“Fucking hell, what was that for?” I growled, seeing Raven sit up and cross her arms over her breasts, her cheeks flushed.
“Why were you squashed against my boobies?” She shrieked.
“The fuck? You pulled me into your arms,” I groaned, standing up. At this rate, I won’t even live until the fucking Blood Moon.
“I didn’t! You came into my room and molested my poor little potatoes.” She looked down at her breasts as if sharing sympathy with them.
“First of all, they are nothing like potatoes, way too fucking soft,” I said with an arrogant smirk, only resulting in her cheeks darkening.
I didn’t think she could get even more embarrassed.
“Secondly, if I wanted to molest them or whatever shit you just came out with, I would have at least gotten a feel of your nips.” Okay, I was wrong.
Her entire face and neck now looked an even darker shade of red as she glared at me, absolutely mortified.
“Leave!”
“Good morning to you, too,” I growled, walking over to the bed. I dropped onto the bed on my knees, leaning towards her. She jumped like I had just electrocuted her. Seriously, didn’t she realise that just made it a whole lot fucking more fun to tease her?
“What’s wrong? Never had a man touch your breasts?” I taunted, smirking when I glanced down at them.
“Liam, this isn’t funny!” She growled, about to kick me again, but I yanked her by the ankle and dragged her flat onto her back. A squeak escaped her, and I wouldn’t deny that it was pretty amusing.
“I’m actually finding it fucking fun,” I growled huskily, about to straddle her when she tried to kick me again. “Seriously, love, you really need to learn to behave.”
“Well, news flash, I don’t like to behave!”
In a flash, she flipped us over, about to punch me, but I was ready.
Grabbing her wrists, I rolled us over, but she pulled to the left.
I was not expecting the force, and we both fell off the bed and hit the floor, tangled with the duvet.
I kicked it off, pinning her wrists to the floor, straddling her hips with both of us glaring into the other’s eyes.
I was very fucking aware of my morning wood, and the way she wriggled under me only made me fucking throb harder.
“Let go of me,” she pouted, trying to jerk free only for my arm to hit the bedside table, knocking it against the bed frame.
“Raven, are you okay? I heard something…” Followed by a gasp.
Both of our heads snapped up to the now open door to reveal none other than Mom standing there looking completely stunned as she took in the scene before her.
I glanced down at the way this probably looked; me shirtless with a fucking hard-on, Raven a flushed mess…
my eyes widened as I stared into Raven’s unique, alarmed ones.
Well, fuck…
Raven
“This isn’t what it looks like!” I squeaked, pushing Liam off roughly, my eyes falling to his hard-on. Goddess, kill me now! Let the earth open up and swallow me whole! Is this karma for all the times I’ve seen Uncle El and Aunty Red making out and made fun of them?
We both got to our feet, and Liam quickly sat down on the bed, grabbing the duvet and pulling it onto the bed before very smoothly draping it over his lap.
I stood there staring at Aunty Red, who was smirking despite the clear confusion in her eyes.
She crossed her arms under her big plushies and looked between us.
I knew she could smell Liam in my room, which meant she knew he had been there for a while…
“So… I guess I disturbed you guys,” she said, clearing her throat.
No matter how smoothly she was behaving, she was clearly surprised. She looked at her son, who was running his fingers through his messy locks. That just made him look so sexy... his chiselled body was drool-worthy, but now was not the time. He hadn’t spoken a word, so I nudged his ankle sharply.
“Not really. We were just messing around,” Liam said with a shrug. Aunty Red cocked a brow, and I felt my cheeks burn.
“Not in that way, we were just… Liam was being annoying,” I stated lamely. Aunty Red nodded. Her lips pressed together in a pout, and I noticed she was staring at Liam’s tattoo.
“Alright. Now, how about you tell me exactly what’s happening? I know there was something going on between you two… and Damon. And if this is what I think it is, then-”
“What do you think it is?” Liam asked coldly. Aunty Red entered the room, shutting the door behind her.
“My assumption from the start was that Raven and Damon ended up as mates, and since you always loved her… you couldn’t take it and left.”
Okay, I was not expecting that! Liam frowned, glaring at the floor.
“But then Raven left, and I wondered if she couldn’t choose between you or her mate.” My heart skipped a beat thinking Aunty Red was wrong, yet she had the gist of it…
“Clearly, I wasn’t enough, with or without the bond. You’re wrong about whatever’s going on, Mom. We aren’t kids, so whether we were messing around or not, it really should have nothing to do with you,” Liam said, standing up.
“No, it shouldn’t, but when I know it’s affecting you and your friends-”
“It’s still none of your business,” Liam cut in, curtly brushing past her and leaving the room, slamming the door behind himself.
Nice move. Leave me alone to deal with this. I felt a little hurt until his voice rang in my head,
I don’t want to share anything. If you want to, then go for it, but tell her I don’t want her harassing me. I’m sorry for coming to your room like that to begin with, I shouldn’t have. I just couldn’t sleep last night. My heart skipped a beat, and I hid my smile.
That’s okay, but next time at least wake me up and let me know you’re sneaking in. Waking up to see someone in my bed nearly gave me a heart attack.
Sure. Expect me tonight, then.
I rolled my eyes. Was he always so cocky?