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The Luna With A Wolf

Hello, my name is Katrina, and my family has to take me to another pack since I don't have a wolf. Whose current alpha murdered his own father to become alpha. My new life began in a foreign place, and despite initial challenges with Nina-who was emotionally invested in the alpha-I eventually triumphed. The alpha's wolf found out one day that I didn't have a wolf despite my best attempts to hide the fact. Instead of treating me with disgust, striking me, or throwing me out, Alpha Antony lavished me with love and care. After a lot of hardship, I made the transformation and became the true Luna with a wolf .
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Chapter 8

The next morning, I was abruptly woken from my sleep by the frantic voice of my mother, who commanded me to hurry up and get ready.

She offers me a pie as we make our way to the car, and I munch on it as we go.

On the way to school, my mother delivered another of her famous lectures on the topic of how to blend in with the new crowd. I would nod and mumble to myself sometimes to give the impression that I was paying attention so she wouldn't think I was zoning out.

Ella is waiting for me inside the school as I walk inside.

"Katrina! "She screams out as she waves at me.

I let out a grunt as a reaction to the statement, "Geometry comes first." Even though I didn't perform too badly in the class, it was the most boring one I've ever taken, and it consistently gave me a splitting headache.

Mom goes to the faculty room to chat with the other instructors during the first period, while Ella and I are both in our first period class. When you're having a good time, time flies by. Regrettably, it's already noon, and I have to go to detention; however, I have no clue where to go for detention since Antony never told me of the location.

Alpha Antony stormed into my classroom just at the moment when the bell was going to sound.

I was completely taken aback. In spite of the admiration and attention I received, I was about to fail my mother.

Ella turns her gaze toward me with a yearning smile on her face. I hurriedly made my exit. The thought of going to the Alpha makes me anxious, but I've decided to go anyhow.

"Do you feel that the geometry class drags on?" And he asks me while wearing a mischievous smirk on his face.

"Somewhat, but why do you ask so?"

"I used to always skip geometry class and get my ass kicked often, your painful expression reminds me of my past. "

I forced a little grin, not wanting to admit to him that the pained look on my face was his fault.

As he starts to go, he calls out, "Come on." You need to put your things away. While I'm fumbling for the latch, he unlocks my locker, causing me a chock.

"Well, I know everything," and I raise an eyebrow in incredulity.

Will he know that I have no wolf and banish me out? Thinking of this ,I shrank back a few steps.

"You are a newbie, and the justification that your parents gave for changing packs doesn't persuade me in any way. It seems like your pulse rate is over the roof, so I'm guessing they didn't really leave when your mom struck the Alpha's daughter. " He rubbed my back with his hand.

"She did hit Alpha's daughter." As he closes the door to my locker, he reaches over and takes my hand.

"Um, Alpha? " I informed him that my arm and hand had begun to become numb as a result of his hands clasping mine. I believe this was caused by the pressure of his hands.

"I am very sorry. I should not have done it." He withdrew his hand, and I looked at him in bewilderment as I raised my eyebrows in response to his peculiar movements.

"What are our plans for detention?" As we pass numerous vacant rooms, I inquire.

At the door to the faculty lounge, he gave me some words of reassurance, saying, "Don't worry; you won't get in trouble with me." I wait with him while he goes inside.

"This is your workplace, right?" I'm going to go ahead and inquire.

"I've been trying to be more present lately. I go there whenever I have some free time on my hands and the school could be short-staffed." I take a seat in the chair next his desk.

Incredible, I have a whole hour to do nothing except sit here and look at the walls. During that time, I took a few deep breaths to cover the Alpha scent. Because of his incredible scent, the whole room was filled with it, and I found myself taking several long breathes.

After he looks at me for a moment, Mathew bursts in carrying a tray with roasted beef, which he promptly places on the desk.

"Lunchtime? "

"Isn't this what detention looks like?" Ought I to copy some boring books instead of this?

"What do you like for detention, we can do it together?" He cocks his eyebrows and asks.

"No, but that's a bit different than I thought," he says while looking at his Beta.

I started to really appreciate the tender and flavorful steak.

When we finish, Mathew will return and takes the trays out.

Mathew strolls over and reclines in his seat, a grin on his face,

"How do you enjoy it here so far? "As I smile awkwardly at Mathew and then at alpha, I nod and answer his question.

"Pretty well."

Mathew drapes his arm casually over my shoulder and comes in close to me so that he can get a better smell of my scent. When I glance over, I notice the Alpha giving him the cold shoulder. He pulls me in closer and massages my arm when I make an effort to break away from him.

Alpha Antony growls at Mathew, telling him to "Hands off." Mathew smiles broadly while holding up his hands, but then he steps back and provides us with some room.

"Nonetheless, there are a few questions I have for you. "He turns to me after Mathew leaves.

Alpha whispers, "What made you truly decide to join to our pack?"

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