Wolf-less Omega Luna

CHAPTER 6: ATTACKED AGAIN

Alana’s POV

My entire body went completely numb as his eyes locked with mine. I didn’t know his name but I could recognize his face anytime, any day. He was the man who separated me from my parents when I was barely a child. His scared face still haunted me in my dreams.

It couldn’t be. How was he here after all these years? Of all the places that he could attack, why did he choose to appear in whichever pack I was? Who was he even?

The world went still and it seemed as though life was drawn away from the surroundings.

The stampede doubled and cries from werewolves and their pups filled the air. Pack

members in their human form were running in every direction, searching for safe havens from the attack.

Axel’s wolf turned to me with his eyes slightly dilating. He was trying to mind-link someone. His black eyes glared at me for not understanding and I knew he was trying to communicate with me.

“I can’t mind-link,” I said amidst my fear, tears, and confusion.

He nudged me towards the safe house and sprinted off to take on a few attackers.

My brain told me to move or to perform any action that would get me to safety, but my body decided against it and remained rooted to the spot.

I sighted Bonnie, running in my direction with tears streaming down her face, screaming for her mate, Jerad.

She was only about a meter away from me when a shot was fired and she abruptly stopped with a small gasp. Life quickly drained from her body and her brown eyes locked with mine. She muttered something inaudible to me before collapsing at my feet.

“Run, Alana.” That was what she muttered.

She was dead!

It could only mean one of two things: wolfsbane shot to the heart or silver bullet shot directly to her heart.

The sight of that and the salty flavor of tears connecting with my lips pulled me from whatever mini panic attack I was experiencing.

I took a step backward, and another, followed by another. I looked around in search of Axel but I couldn’t find him. Was this going to be my end too?

The scared-faced maniac whose name I never knew and whose eyes had locked with mine a moment back, tilted his huge frame in my direction and took a step towards me.

My body moved on flight or fright. My life was far from perfect but it didn’t mean I wanted to die. I turned around and ran with all the strength I could muster while screaming for help.

“Axel! Axel! Help!!” My body was sore all over but the adrenaline pumping through me numbed it all as I ran.

At this point, I wished I could mind-link somebody. Anybody. To at least say goodbye as it seemed that the pack was being destroyed. But I couldn’t. Since I lost my wolf, Rox, I lost all of my other werewolf abilities.

I immediately thought of Lexi. I wondered where she was or if she was okay. She would be worried about me. Feeling overwhelmed and scared to death, a fresh round of tears leaked from my eyes.

I ran as fast as I could and only when I had gone a very good distance did I muster the courage to throw a glance back.

“Thank the goddess, he stopped following me.” I fell to the floor and I continued to sob. “Why is this happening?” I asked myself as there was no one in sight.

I had no idea where I was. I just ran till I was out of breath.

“Axel, please show up.”

After a brief moment, the sound of grunts and whimpers from flesh tearing in the brawl stopped. The shots stopped too, and so did the clanging of weapons. It was finally over. Or was it?

And just as the moon goddess had found a way to always grace me with Axel's presence just when necessary for the last twenty-four hours, I darted around at the sound of broken twigs to see Axel smiling down at me.

“Here I am, princess.” His face was bloodied. Almost beyond recognition.

My sobs grew in folds as he pulled me into a hug. I couldn’t control the shudders, the tears, or my ragged breathing.

“It’s okay, Alana, we’re safe now,” he added while brushing my hair with his palm.

“I was so scared. I th…I thought we were all go…I thought we were all going to die.” Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

How would I have survived if the one person whom the moon gifted destined me to be with forever left me just as he found me? I was just getting to know him and there was still a whole lot to learn. I

felt a sharp pain across my chest and found it difficult to control my breathing.

“We’re safe, Alana, nothing bad will happen to you on my watch. I will protect you with the last drop of my blood.” He tilted my head to meet his gaze, cupped my face in his massive strong hand, and connected his warm lips with mine.

As soon as I found myself relaxing at his company, I felt a wave of dizziness that made me stagger. If Axel hadn’t had his arm around me, I would have plopped down on the ground.

“I think I need to sit.” Only a whisper came out of me.

“We have to get you checked, Alana, you need the pack doctor.”

My eyes flickered open to find a tiny pipe connected to a needle traveling from my hand up to an iron stand. The steady drip of a clear liquid flowing down the tube told me I was in the pack clinic.

This was my first time being here. I never had a good enough reason to require any medical attention.

According to Britney, my injuries were never too severe, even if I had broken bones, and my injuries were never too serious, even if they didn’t heal for weeks.

My mind drifted to the event that my brain last registered. I remembered seeing Bonnie’s face as she died right in front of my eyes.

“Run, Alana.”

That was the first time she called me by my name and I wondered if it meant something. Bonnie and I were neither friends nor enemies. We just never communicated on any level.

Even if she was my enemy, I wouldn’t wish her that fate. I thought about her mate, Jerad. He was a bully most of the time, but he adored his mate. How would he cope?

I looked around the room I was in. A small cupboard sat at the head of the spring bed which happened to be ten times softer than what I had slept on for years. A trolley was beside the cupboard with a tray of equipment arranged orderly on it.

The wall was painted neutral and had intricate designs that were soothing to the eyes. The far end of the room had a smaller cupboard with SUPPLIES written boldly across it.

To the right, there was a chair that carried the most handsome man that the universe ever created.

Axel was seated like he owned the place, which of course he did. He had changed from the outfit he had on when we hugged. He had joggers and a white shirt on that exposed his muscular arms and drove me to the edge.

His hair was styled to perfection and he held a steady gaze on me. How long had he been watching me?

“Hey there,” his baritone voice bounced from the back of his throat as he plastered a smile on his face. I found myself smiling too.

“Hi. What happened?”

“The pack doctor said you lost some blood and you weren’t healing.”

Of course, I lost some blood. I lost a whole lot of blood.

“That’s fine, I feel better now. I should go back to the pack house. My attention will be needed by now.” I attempted to get up from the bed but Axel's strong hands gently propelled me back down.

“You’re not going anywhere Alana, till you’re completely healed.”

His tone was final and I knew arguing would be a waste. I plopped down back on the bed and closed my eyes as I got a full dose of my medicine. Not the tap tap of the drip, but the soothing scent that oozed out of the Alpha.