The Unwanted Luna

-POV

Edon-

Why is she so pissed off?! We were the ones looking for her for the last two hours. Conri, Vil and I walked quietly behind Ayame who, at the moment, looked like she wanted absolutely nothing to do with us. When we found her at Doc's, I guess she was completely fine with staying the night. She was already lying on the couch with a blanket, snuggled in for the night.

"Well?" I shot a glance at Vil while his snarky remark rolled through my mind. The catalyst of the problem...again.

"Well, what?" I growled back[wpdiscuz-feedback id="y6780d62r7" question="Please leave a feedback on this" opened="1"].J OBNIB.COM asking for your feedback on this book.[/wpdiscuz-feedback] "Aren't you going to talk to her? Do whatever that thing is you normally do." Vil said through the link while his expression remained deadpan as always.

"The hell does that mean?!" I shouted, feeling my muscles bulge under the strain necessary to keep me from punching him across the face.

"Coddle her or something. I'm not walking back for five miles and I'm sure our guard is not happy that he has to drive so slow. We look ridiculous because she wants to throw a tantrum!" Vil added.

We look...did he seriously?! "Vil. This is your shit! You clean it up!" I bellowed through our minds, and even Conri clicked his teeth.

"From her anger right now, I'd say, this isn't just a vil thing that he needs to apologize for." Conri said.

"What does that mean?" It's always a Vil thing that he needs to apologize for.

"That means we have a lot of kissing up to do." Conri added.

True to Conri's style, we walked in silence after that. Conri told the guard to drive home and Ayame, being as stubborn as she was, held onto the book she was looking at when we barged into the bungalow, tightly against her chest. Her body was shaking at the rapidly dropping temperature while she continued to walk the full five miles back to the pack house. When we made it back, even Emily couldn't get Ayame to talk. Ayame walked right past her and straight to the fifth floor. "You three really suck at this." Kyle said with a smirk while we watched her disappear.

"The hell do you expect us to do?!" Vil growled.

"Mark her. Problem solved." Kyle's satisfied grin could be seen from space while he reveled in his brilliant plan. He knows this isn't that simple. Why did he even bring it up?!

Emily turned to Kyle with a look that seemed to kill. "So...you think if you just mark your mate she will never have feelings of resentment towards you?" She growled as her eyes flashed a vibrant topaz.

Kyle cleared his throat and we all heard the slam from the fifth floor. After the sound shook through the halls, Kyle glanced towards the stairs then back at Emily. "No...that's not what I meant. I mean..." "Dude. You have already dug a hole. Just stop before it gets deeper." I said, rubbing my hand across my face.

"Whatever. If there is a hole for him to dig, I will be more than happy to bury him in it! I'm going upstairs to see if my friend is okay while you guys figure out how to find the rest of your brain cells!" Emily shouted before flying up the stairs. Great. Now they were both mad at us. -POV Ayame-

When I finally made it up to our floor, I sighed in relief. I was too angry to care about that long ass walk and I definitely wanted to make a point. Lucky for them, they all stayed quiet the entire way. I slammed the door to my old room and tossed the book on the abandoned bed. I'm having a bit of a tantrum, but it seems like nothing else works. They...just don't listen. Radavier.... That name.... Bloodlines...? Maybe.... No. Shower first.

I walked off to the bathroom and turned on the water. It got warm almost immediately while I tried some breathing techniques to keep my overactive brain from thinking the worst. I yanked off my freezing clothes, walked in the perfectly sized shower, let the water fall over my body, and douse my hair. What? I was getting used to that gigantic bathroom and it wasn't like I was ever using it with the three of them in toe. It just felt so...unnecessary because they weren't there. Lately, it seems like they are never there.

I reached over for some soap and, thankfully, there was some still left in the discarded bottle I'd left in this room with few other personal items of mine. I wanted to follow through with my decision. I never thought I'd come back to this room again, but here we are. I cleaned my body from all the sweat and grime, then my hair. I cut the water and swiped a towel from the warmer next to the shower stall. Snuggling my body into the fabric, I dried myself off before proceeding to dry off my hair. Once I was satisfied, I walked out of the bathroom and was met with Emily sitting on the edge of the bed.

I felt kind of bad that I ignored her when I made it into the house, but I guess I reached my limit. Three guys is way more exhausting than one. The good and the bad. I'm just...tired. "Sorry. I didn't mean to ignore you earlier." I said, searching through the drawers unable to look her in the eye.

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got you something when I went to get something to wear for myself." Emily mumbled. I turned to her and she tossed me a babydoll nightie that looked really cute. It was sapphire blue with black lace around the hem and a matching pair of hipster panties. Bestie for the win. Now I don't have to leave the comforts of my little room tonight. "I never wore it. I thought it would look cuter on you. You have more curves." She said with a smirk.

I pulled the towel away and got dressed before plopping on the other side of the bed. She crawled up next to me and that thumb-pricking book rested in between us. "Guys are assholes." I finally said.

That did it. Emily started laughing and I couldn't help but laugh along with her. "Please tell me the perfect alphas finally messed up again. I need to know." She begged.

I giggled and shook my head. "It's not like they messed up per se, it's just...." I huffed out a forced breath while I thought of the best words that were temporarily escaping me. "It's just that they dumped a lot of information on me all at once and not one of them is helping me cope with this." I said while the laughter died off.

She sighed and turned to face me. Her hand propped up her head while her elbow pressed into the fluffed pillow. "Information?"

I nodded, remembering I haven't really had a chance to talk with her much. All I do is train and research recently. It's a shock I still have time to eat. Now that I think about it, I think this is the longest conversation we've had since the incident. "Well, they told me that my mother doesn't exist. I found out that holds true with my father as well when the doc asked me to remember him a few hours ago. I am supposed to figure out which spirit I want to be and which one of them will mate me first. Richard's trial is in less than a month and I have to be a witness even though I'm technically a Houdini in the human world, just like my parents. Prince Chaz is the lunatic sending rogues to our pack boarders every other day and they are going to entertain this fool with a dinner party in a week. Leaving me here, alone, and defenseless. Don't get me wrong. I'm not expecting them to fix everything. Life is never that easy, I just... I just want to know that they care and will listen. You know?"

I caught my breath while her jaw hung slack. "Wow, I'm really lacking on my friendship duties lately. That's..a lot to unpack." She said.

I snorted and shook my head. "No, I'm really lacking on my communication duties. I should have told you about this when they told me, but I was just so confused. I thought they would make it better like they always do. Well...at least Edon would. I mean...maybe even Conri? It was the same day...umm.... Well, Conri and I um...."

She squealed happily, cutting my stuttering short. "You and Conri did it!" She said with a wrinkle of her brow. "Then...to throw that heavy conversation on top of it. Girl. I'm sorry for your brain."

"Well, my brain had no problem with Conri and I, even though it hasn't happened since that day with any of them. I'm just -"

"Wait, you have been celibate for two weeks and you have three men at your disposal?!" The shock in her bulging eyes and gaping mouth was astounding. Emily and her theatrics.

I smacked her arm and she laughed. "Only two and, yes. We are all so busy, I don't think that is the first thing on our minds right now. The only one in the gutter is you, Emily." "Maybe that's why you four are so onery. Grab one of your hunks of alpha and go have some fun!"

I bit my lip. "No."

She fell back on the sheets, groaning loudly at my rejection. "Well, I guess we are together in this. My stupid mate said the best way to 'tame' us is to mate us. Ridiculous. No way I'm talking to him right now!"

"Excuse me." I said in complete shock. "There is no way Kyle would make such a neanderthal statement."

"Believe it. So, I stormed off too. Girls night?" She asked, waving at her pink, silk short shorts and matching spaghetti strap crop top as she arched her figure haughtily.

I nodded and reached for the remote. "Girls night." I agreed.

Once I leaned back and rested my head on the fluffy pillows next to hers, the book smacked her leg and she finally decided to take notice of its contents. I didn't leave out what it said, I'm just taking a page from Conri's book. I'm not going to push until I have all the facts. She pulled open the, once again, blank pages that I had seen before, while I flicked through the channels. "Strange book." She mumbled, turning to another...you guessed it...blank page.

I smirked and landed on an old movie from the sixties, no longer caring what plays in the background. "You're telling me. It pricked my finger earlier, or maybe I pricked my finger on the pages earlier? Honestly, I really don't know." I wrinkled my nose and turned away from its contents, or lack thereof.

She rolled her eyes. "Yeah right."

I waved my hand over the page and Emily took the challenge. She laid her hand on the blank page, the book glowed just like before, and pricked her finger. "Ouch!" She growled, almost throwing the book across the room.

"Hey! That's Doc's!" I shouted and she dropped it on her lap instead.

At that moment, the page glowed again. "Atal Family. Huh, so it tells you your father's lineage? Well, that's stupid." She said, closing the book. "I don't need to be stabbed by a book to know that."

I flinched. "Father's lineage?" I asked.

She looked at me confused. "What did yours say, Ayame? Pierce I imagine, right?" I shook my head slowly. "Sh*t." That slipped from her mouth before she could filter it.

Ha, it's the truth though and it frames the situation well! Yeah.... Sh*t.