"My Luna, you should really eat something. You haven't eaten anything since last night and Im starting to get worried," Hunter said, ushering the plate closer to my sullen face. His brows were knitted in deep concern, so I decided to pick up the fork to show some gratitude.

After yesterdays incident during the picnic and after, Damon dragged me despite my cries and protests, he managed to somehow drag me home -dont even ask about the car ride, thats another story- and throw me helplessly onto the floor of his bedroom, locking the door on his way out.

Banging for countless hours for someone other than Mr.Freak Control to open the door and after attempting to break the window with practically everything available in the room, I curled into a ball in the corner of the room, crying for most of the part. When the sun was on the peak of burying behind the trees, the door opened. Hunter had entered along with a plate of piping hot mac-and cheese and a chocolate mint smoothie.

Half begging and half threatening, he finally left sadly with the tray of food just as he had brought it, after realizing I wouldn't break from my stubbornness. I didn't dare let a spoon of food in my mouth. Even after he told me he was breaking over a dozen rules just by bringing the food to me, even when the Alpha clearly ordered I wouldn't been given any.

When I awoke in the morning to the sun's rays showering over me, I miraculously found myself in between the sheets with the windows drawn wide and room spotless without an object out of order. The door was still shut but it wasn't long before Hunter entered, assuring me the Alpha gave clearance this time to open the door this time.

"Pff, I thought you hated pancakes for a second and I began to panic our new found friendship was already in jeopardy," He leaned over the counter, staring with his cute flirtatious, boyish smile. He was bare chested coming from early morning training session with the younger pups, wearing only the same black Adidas sweat as the other training day and his hair dripping wet onto the counter top.

I force a smile, picking at the edge of my pancake. "I adore pancakes just so you know. They're my favourite since childhood -especially- of they have a thick layer of Nutella spread with roasted hazelnuts as a garnishing." I say, picturing the scene back home when the whole house would smell of sweet syrup and juicy bacon on the weekends of every summer. Angel would always be in charge of flipping the pancakes doing her daredevil stunts since it was her specialty, while Christina would usually get the mixing the batter job and Mia on garnishing the fruit salad platters, while the guys would be having their guy time on the lounge chairs outside grilling bacon.

"I got you covered," He hollered, and snapping his fingers, opening one upper cupboard after another. "Ah ah! Found you."

He began fidgeting with a lonely spoon laying on the counter top, twisting it at its handle like a dagger performing one trick from another before beginning to layer a generously, thick layer of Nutella for me under each layer of pancake with the handle of the spoon. "Hey Hunter?"

"Hm, yes my Luna," He looked up, with a smear of Nutella on his cheek, right under his left eye. I saw so much resemblance between him and Ryan at times it was funny. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Hm, nothing," I look away, biting my lower lip from the urge to laugh. "I wanted to ask. Do you know what A-M-O-R-E means?"

"It pronounced ah-MOR-ray my Luna. It means loves in Italian," He grinned devilishly, perking his eyebrows at the end. "Gotten any love letters recently?"

When I dont exchange the smile back but instead, look down with my smile deteriorating as I pick endlessly at the Nutella slicking out the layers he hangs his head sighing heavily. "Forgive me my Luna, I shouldn't have said anything. I know things have been rough between you and the Alpha."

Rough was an underestimation. It wasn't like he didn't know. Head lighter of that day; Luna Nora shown as inferior when Alpha Damon confides his infidelity with Stephanie!

Everyone in the entire Pack knew that their Alpha cheated on the Luna, aka me, with his ex Stephanie after she -being the hateful bitch she was, leaked the rumour in the first place to disown my title and status of the Luna. Thank god no one had the guts to confront me, cause that would be the end of them after June's done with them.

He began rubbing his neck awkwardly, turning away with his boyish smile wiped from existence. "Its alright Hunter. I dont blame you for anything. Maybe I am just too innocent and stupid to be a Luna of the biggest Pack in North America. Maybe Im not good enough to be a Luna in general."

"Come on! You know thats not tr-" The front door, slams open and shut making us both jump.

"Quick hide!" When the scent of pine cones and vanilla hits my nose, I without thinking twice hop of my seat and usher Hunter away through the patio doors. If Hunter giving me a coat on the night of the wedding earned himself cell time, him being shirtless with me in my shorty short would definitely be giving himself a death sentence and the last thing I wanted was another death.

Run, and dont come back till I mind link you, I order strictly, sealing the glass door shut when I feel a hovering presence staring at me from behind. I really wasn't ready to face him since he locked and starved me like a bloody pet mutt. Gritting my teeth I twirl around with bitter words on the tip of my tongue, when I realize his body was even closer than Ive ever hoped.

His lean structure was towering me as he made me step back to the point where my backside was pressed firmly against the glass. Not moving his eyes from mine, I cross my fingers behind myself covering them with my back, praying he'd leave me in my worsen state to suffer alone already. I just wanted to go cower in a corner.

My head was cocked to the side when he ran a hand through my hair, starting at my roots and down my chest, stopping at my waist before taking it back. "Why am I getting a whiff of Hunter's presence when I should be getting no one else's other than yours and Leila?" Damon asked coolly, cocking his head to the side I was looking.

How can he so easily face us after smocking his ass of Stephanie? I wonder to June -whose been to heartbroken to appear since she saw him in his study, sucking the life from Stephanie's face.

"He was here," I flash my eyes at him with my arms still behind me, "But to make me pancakes and to keep me company since Leila's still recovering from yesterdays...er, incident."

His hollow pits of blackness surveyed my face, probably listening to any difference in my heart rhythm to know if I was lying or not, before beginning to unbutton the top buttons of my most favourite blue flannel.

"Get your hands off me!" Trying to wiggle past his gripping arms and chest, he carrys on til he was over fourth button down and my black bra was visible in plain sight.

I see a flicker of golden in his pupils but he was to good in covering his tracks. After satisfying himself he'd unbuttoned enough, Damon took the the collar and pushed it back till my shoulder blades came into view, his eyes darkening at the sight of my cleavage but worsening at the cut mark I had made.

Oh. So he did feel it when I made it, I mentally note.

He loosens his grip on my arm just enough for me to yank away, covering whatever bits of dignity I had left. Why was he so good in playing with my feelings? Why did he even think he'd have the right to even touch me after what he did with Stephanie? Questions upon questions blew up in my mind, but I dared to keep silent with my frantic train of emotions exploding internally.

"Who gave you the right to cut yourself?" He growled by my ear, using his claws to hold me in place.

"Who gave you the right to be with Stephanie when you have me?" I bite back, just as dangerously as he did. My fist naturally grabbed a handful off his shirt, making him jolt back in defence. Our faces were centimeters apart, my eyes seeping dreadfully into his with accusations. His eyes widen at the sight of my tone, withdrawing both hands. I left go eventually, his hands were curled into a fist dangling by his sides. Oh, he could hit us now?

"I want you to go and start packing as of right now. We're leaving in an hour," Damon announced, turning away towards the hallway which lead to the luxurious parlour, where the Christmas party and my Appearance was held.

"May I know where we're going?" I yell from behind.

"What's with it for you?" He growled, stopping in his tracks with his back to me.

"So I can pack according to the weather oh mighty wise one," I say, brushing my hair into a ponytail with my fingers as I swept past him and was nearly out the door. God, why was I feeling so hot?

"New York," he grumbled, as I turned around to see him trying not to look at my bare legs. "Pack some warm clothes, even though, Im guessing you wont be wearing them." His words carrying a double meanings.

Damon's shoulder brushed against mine as he sped out faster than his driving -which believe me, was crazy fast even for a madman with chronic depression and a serious death wish. After blaming my insanely weak heart for making me linger, I march up the stairs into the bedroom, huffing curses.

Luckily, since I came I never had a chance to unpack, so all my stuff was still as it was when I was back home on the day of the wedding. Feeling my anger bubbling, I decided to kick the first thing as I entered, which happened to be the dresser, to vent my anger out on.

Recalling I was barefooted, a sharp pain jolts up my toes afterwards, as the dresser shudders. "Fils de pute-"

The sound of something crashing down on the other side, makes me yelp. The same old tattered diary was here on the floor with its yellowish mouth wide open and it's battered and fraying spine facing upwards. Hesitatingly, I pick it and bite my lip as I reconsider if I should or-

Taking a seat on the dressers bench, I flip to the third entry;

Aug 3rd

Dear Diary,

For the first time in my life, I've never been more grateful to the Moon Goddess. Ever since Rocco's dad's death, him becoming Alpha, and fading into someone definitely not himself; the Moon Goddess above forgive me, but I had nearly given up hope of ever getting even a glimpse of the old Rocco I knew.

Today, not only Rocco's childhood friend but his only best friend, Nathan, returned from his business trip of Rome with his new found Mate, Camilla. The second Rocco heard of his arrival, he finally unlatched the lock on his door and ran to take a shower and change into something more charming than an old worn out shirt with dark jeans.

Dont get me wrong, he look dashing in everything really, his Italian background always finding ways to enhance his features to the next level but for the first time after so long, when I saw him smile his bright million dollar smile as he hugged Nathan, bringing a tear to my eye. It was like seeing life long twins, split at birth reunite.

I could see why he was Rocco's best friend. He had all the qualities so similar to Rocco. He had this brilliant, radiant smile, large curious eyes and this cocky, witty attitude but also had that immaturity of an 10 year old which made him perfect for Rocco. And Camilla. Dont get me started. She looked like a runaway model with the smile that could melt a solid diamond in a heartbeat. I could see why Nathan loved her and took not time in marking her.

They said they ran into each other in a Gelato shop, where Nathan claimed he was doing great in his communication with the shop owner, arguing for overpriced Gelato but Camilla cared to disagree. Camilla, who found Nathan's impatient and childish behaviour quite amusing, kept rolling her eyes as Nathan kept reciting the story at least 50 times from over excitement.

I found their new found relationship as image of perfection in everything. No one could say they just met and were already married. The way they shared laughs, the way their eyes glinted with affection whenever they faced each other, the way they caressed each others hand in public like there was no tomorrow, the way they secretly intertwined each others hands from under the dinner table thinking no one could tell.

Thinking of them brought sorrow to myself. Since Rocco's dads death, he was a lost man and me.

Alone. They stayed for the night, so that meant Rocco came to sleep in the bedroom rather than his study but he still kept to himself, barely exchanging no more than a word with me.

He is currently in his study with Nathan, drinking as they exchanged stories from each others former trips. Since I couldn't hear Camilla, I assumed Nathan slipped out on her just as Rocco had done to me. Its 4 in the morning and Im writing this as I cry silently, praying even harder for my old, loving mate to come back come and comfort me.

Amen.

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Hey owls!

Im sad Summer's over and I have school tomorrow, but Im even sadder by the fact Im still not even half way into this book when, clearly, I had a very specific goal to complete this book by the end of summer. Ugh, I so disappointed in myself.

I seriously have a bad habit of rewriting parts, over editing, and changing the plot line to accommodate the previous chapter mood, so finishing this book might take awhile. I also just realised I have a really bad habit of over writing and writing really into too much depth, even if it makes no sense.

By this rate, I might not even finish this book before I graduate. Lets hope otherwise.😓

I also, -dont get excited yet- happen to be writing another 2 werewolf books with a fresh cast and completely different plot line than any other book Ive published so far. Its not confirmed!

But I might work on either one after Im done this one and yes, dont stress! I wont leave this book hanging! It shall be completed!

The bio to each book though, unfortunately wont be published just yet. It shall remain a surprise to you and to me -If I carry on developing the idea and story line.

Back to this book; I know you might hate me for making Damon's characters so heart wrenching and disturbing, and believe me, I dont like him either but its necessary, trust me!

ITS ENTERTAINMENT!

P.S. Going to raid the school library for books! Shh!!!

The Author; xbookgirlx15