Book 1: The Lost Luna - Ch. 3 I Don't Need A Luna

Daemon's Point of View

Looking out the window, I was trying to take my mind off the current dispute I was having. The gardens were well-kempt, and the outside street was free of rubbish. Various wolves and Omegas were walking past, going about their daily lives. All of them were completely unaware of what was happening in the packhouse. Most of them were clueless about what goes on behind the scenes to create a successful pack. With increasing irritation, I turned back to deal with this argument.

I could feel my anger rising, and I was close to losing my temper and destroying something. How dare Mitchell try and pressure me into this. Was I not the Alpha? Was I not capable of making my own choices? I bet my mother Alana put him up to this. All she is interested in is having grandchildren, so she probably pressured Mitchell into this.

"Daemon! Son! Please listen to me! You need to find your mate," he said to me.

I know my father was trying to reason with me, but he just didn't get it. My mother was his fated mate, and as they like to keep reminding me, they fell in love at first sight. I was not like them. I wasn't even sure I would ever want to be in love.

"I don't need one!" I growled at him.

"Without a Luna, you will be weaker," Mitchell explained.

"I am not weak, and I haven't needed a Luna yet," I answered him.

"That will change as you get older," he replied.

"Then I will deal with it then!" I retorted.

"I will decide when I need one, and it will be when I want one and not before."

"Why won't you listen to reason?" Mitchell argued. "You need to visit other packs and see if your fated mate is close by. An Alpha needs a Luna, and a pack needs both Alpha and Luna."

Why doesn't he see reason? Grrrr! I feel like I am not going to get any sense into him.

"And if I don't find my fated mate?" I asked.

"Then you may have to consider a choice mate. It is not ideal, but better than not having a mate at all."

"And if my fated mate comes along afterwards? Any relationship with my chosen mate would effectively end. My wolf would no longer tolerate a chosen mate."

That was the problem with choice mates. No matter how much you loved them, there wasn't a mating bond. If your fated mate came along, the mating bond would eventually ruin your other relationship. This was the reason most shifters waited until they found their mate. I wasn't sure I wanted either at the moment. 

"Well, you need to get a Luna soon!"

"Enough!" I growled at him before storming out of the room.

Mitchell was the former Alpha of the Black Wolf Pack, and furthermore, he was my father. I had taken over from him about four years ago when I was 22 years of age. It was a good age to take over leadership, and I relished it. I had been preparing for this all of my life. 

I was more assertive and far more powerful than him, and fortunately, he had been able to see that and willingly passed the duty of Alpha on to me. If he hadn't, then I would have had to fight him. I would have easily won, but I didn't relish having to do that, as I did love my father. He had been a satisfactory Alpha and caring father. Although I was the stronger of us, I still couldn't use my Alpha power to make him submit—neither him nor my mother.

Since I had taken over the pack, the pack's finances, we had quadrupled our wealth. The Black Wolf Pack was one of the biggest and wealthiest packs in the country. I knew how to invest money and make even more money. It was something I was talented with.

All pack members paid tax which was put into the pack's funds. I also invested in some businesses, such as a construction company that also dealt with humans, as well as other packs. There was a law firm, as well as property developers. My pack owned between 45 to 50% of the local city, where humans resided. 

Some of my pack members owned small businesses in the central city. Some of the members even lived in town, but I kept a strict register of all werewolves residing outside of the Black Wolf Pack's official boundaries.

I was very conscientious and didn't like to waste money on frivolous things, but we still lived with a reasonable level of luxury. All of my pack lived in houses and apartments that were clean, warm and well looked after. It didn't matter their rank; they were all looked after, and none of my pack members, Omegas or otherwise, were abused or maltreated. 

This was not always the case in many packs. I was proud of what I had achieved. I didn't need a Luna that would only be interested in my stature and wealth. Becoming Luna of my pack would increase the status of almost any woman. I wasn't having that.

Now my father was pressuring me to find my mate, fated or chosen. I was furious.

I walked through the corridors of the packhouse, my mind racing with all the reasons why I didn't want a mate. I had seen how taking a chosen mate had ruined a friend's life. He had fallen in love with his chosen mate, had a pup, and then his fated mate came along.

Of course, he had fallen straight away for his fated mate from the Goddess, and had left his chosen mate behind. His fated mate had rejected him for not waiting and for having a pup with another woman. He returned to his chosen mate, only to be rejected by her.

I didn't want to be him. I didn't want to be that person. My decision was to only take my fated mate as my Luna. Unitl then, I wanted to keep working towards making my pack the best it could be.