Filed to story: Rylee the Orphan Luna Novel
“Good night, Alpha,”
***Michelle’s P.O.V.***
As soon as the Alpha and Luna were out of earshot, Layla started to b!tch and complain.
“Of all the fucking nerve! How dare he announce that little bitch as the Luna! That place rightfully belongs to me!”
“Seriously, you’re not even his mate,” I tell her.
“Yeah, you need to check yourself before you get banished,” Cindy says.
“I gave up my virginity to him! That has to count for something!”
“No one told you to open your legs for him, slut,” Sierra tells her.
“I’ve been in love with Wyatt since I was 16! I rejected my mate for him! I gave him the best pleasure any wolf could ask for and after that, it’s like I didn’t even exist to him. Then a year later, out of fvcking nowhere this little pre-mature b!tch shows up and claims what rightfully belongs to me!” “She’s his mate you dumb fvck!” I shout at her.
“I heard that he saved her from the Halfmoon pack,” Andrea says. We all look at her. “I have a friend who is a pack member there, and she said that Rylee was the lowest Omega there and that she was actually the packhouse slave,”
“What!?” Layla growls.
“She was apparently a rogue pup that their Alpha’s father brought in off the streets,”
“A rogue!?! Wyatt passed me over for a fvcking rogue!?!” Layla was seething in anger.
“Andrea, I’d watch what you way in front of other pack members. How do you know that your friend isn’t lying?” I ask her.
“I mean, why would she?” Andre shrugs.
“Gee, I don’t know, probably because they’re all liars at that pack!” I spat. “If this is the same friend that’s the Alpha’s daughter, Emma, then you’d better off not listening to her. Remember how she denied that her father didn’t kill the Silver Lake in cold blood? But that turned out to be a lie. Or how about the time she said that she was betrothed to the Alpha of the Desert Moon pack in Las Vegas, but that also turned out to be a lie,”
“Okay, so maybe Emma isn’t the best source, but still, I don’t think she’d lie about the Luna…”
“SHE’S NOT THE LUNA!” Layla screamed.
“Oh, my goddess, do you want the whole f*g pack to hear you?!” Cindy said to her.
“As I was saying, before Layla’s screaming rudely interrupted me, Emma wouldn’t lie about Rylee being part of their pack or being the packhouse slave. Though, I wouldn’t put it past her to withhold key information,” Andrea replied. “Okay then, let’s leave it at that,” I said. “And you,” I say to Layla, “Stay away from the Alpha before you get yourself banished,”
“Fvck you, Michelle. Wyatt belongs to me, and I will win him back,”
“You know what, if you get yourself banished or even killed, that’s your f*g problem, and I want nothing to do with it. Regardless of where the Luna comes from or her pedigree, she’s still going to be the Luna, and I’m going to respect her,” I say to all of them and walk away. I head back towards the packhouse and I see the ranked members just talking and having a good time.
I see the Alpha with an arm around the Luna’s waist and his hand just right above her hip. Any lower and it would be on her as cheek. I could see the way he was looking at her every time she said anything. It was filled with love, want, and desire. Just seeing that made me smile. He deserved to have his mate, and he deserved to be happy. The Alpha was an amazing guy and an amazing leader. Who cares if she is young, or is a low-level Omega, she seemed friendly, and being young meant she could be taught. She didn’t set herself on some high pedestal as Layla would.
I couldn’t deny that I was a little envious of her, just like Layla, I’m also 22 and have no mate. Which is kind of insane since there are over 800 members in our pack. And just like Layla, I was also in love with the Alpha and had a se.xual relationship with him last year but unlike her, I kept it between us because I respected the fact he didn’t feel the same way I did. I wanted what was best for him, and only the moon goddess knows who that is. If he chose Rylee as the Luna of our pack, who was I to question that. I just hoped she would bless me with a mate one day.
***Rylee’s
P.O.V.***
After the party finally ended, I was exhausted, and just wanted to pass out. Trying to remember everyone’s names was going to be hard, but Wyatt assured me that not even he knew everyone’s names. There was just no way it would be possible, but I was determined to try and remember.
“Rylee, are you okay?”
“Hm?” I looked at up Wyatt and tried my best to smile over the fatigue I was feeling.
“She looks like she’s about to pass out,” Milan said.
“No, I’m okay, I can…” I interrupted myself by yawning. “Oh, excuse me, I can stay up a little longer,”
“Wyatt, take Rylee to bed, we don’t want her to overexert herself,” Grace said.
“I’m okay, really,” just then, I yawned again.
“Come on, let’s get you to bed, dearest,” Wyatt said and took my hand. I nodded and just followed. I said my goodnights to everyone, and other pack members we passed by.
“Can we take the elevator? I don’t think I can go up the stairs,” I say to Wyatt while dragging my feet behind me. Instead of answering, Wyatt picked me up and carried me. “Wyatt put me down, I can walk,”
“You’re dragging your feet, Rylee, and I want to carry you,” I didn’t want to argue. I was just too tired. I put arms around his neck and rested my head on his shoulders as he carried me to our room. When we got there, he took me straight into the closet so I could change. “I will be right back, I need to double-check something. You get changed and cleaned up and go straight to sleep, I’ll be back in about ten minutes,”
“Okay,” he walked out, and I heard the door close. I took off my shoes and placed them back into the box they came in. I pulled the dress over my head and hung it back up in the closet. I changed into one of the pajama sets that Milan and I bought at that Victoria’s Secret place. I was a little apprehensive about wearing it because it was a silk spaghetti strap that showed a little too much of my chest, and the matching shorts, were, really short. But Milan said that it would make Wyatt happy, so I figured I would wear it. After I changed, I threw my hair up into a messy bun and went to the bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth. Once I was done with that, I went straight to the bed, and face planted onto the pillow. Wyatt’s bed had to be the most comfortable bed I had ever laid down on. It felt like I was sleeping on a cloud. The pillows were soft yet firm, and the blanket was airy feeling, but still warm. The comfort from the bed and my exhaustion mixed together was making my eyes heavy, but I wanted to wait for Wyatt. About five minutes later, Wyatt walked in and I sat up. He took one look at me and his eyes got really wide,
“No! Nope! No way! No, no, no, no,” he shouted and went straight into the closet. When he came back out, he threw one of his oversized t-shirts at me. “Put that on, I cannot have you sleeping in whatever it is you’re wearing. Are you trying to t*****e me?” “Is there something wrong with it? Milan said you would love it,”
“I do love it, that’s the problem,”
“I don’t understand,”
“Rylee, if you wear that to bed, I will never get any sleep. If you thought us kissing made me aroused, seeing you in something that sexy is going drive me and Blade crazy, so, no, you cannot wear that,”
“Oh, okay,” I smiled at his tantrum. I took his shirt and went back into the closet to change and came back out.
