2 - The Luna

Diva.

It had been 15 years, and it still felt like yesterday when he hug me from behind and landed his kiss on my right temple. When my hair brushed my neck from behind, I could still feel the warmth of his arm trailing the length of my collarbone.

I had been chasing a ghost since the day he told me that he went to hell to look for Demon Anwir to pay for his family's debt.

He just got back from hell.

Strangely, he got married to a young woman I didn’t know who. Indeed, she was rich but was that necessary?

If his matter with Demon Anwir was settled, then why he had to marry another she-wolf? Wasn’t I his Luna?

He was there, alive. But he wasn't the one who used to comfort me.

His body, his face, his smile, and his voice were his, but his soul wasn't. My most beautiful protector had been already long gone.

He was just a shell, he was somebody else. If he wasn't in the shell, then who was it?

I had been questioning the reasons he didn't give me sufficient explanation after he got back from hell. Why he chose another instead of me? That he married another but not me who he had proposed to before he went to hell.

I didn't know, his soul was eaten by the demon in exchange for glory brought by his dead father to his family. He sacrificed his soul to Demon Anwir, for the sake of his family's wealth.

I was lost looking for his soul when the demon came to offer me a pact to conquer those who wronged me.

He said,

"Antara was madly in love with you. He asked me to take care of you. In exchange for his family's wealth and forever guarding you, he gave me his pure soul who was willing to pay for two. I was amazed by the way he wanted to be the double sacrifice, his soul for helping you to revenge your enemies. He'll be waiting for you at the end of your last enemy's murder, as long as you're willing to mate with your 14 previous lovers whom I ate as well."

I knew the higher demons from hell that could do such things exist. It wasn't his looks that I was afraid of because he was using Antara's body all the time, but the shape of a rotten corrupted vengeance he brought as I never intended to take revenge on those who tortured me.

I knew they needed me, thus I helped them. But for the sake of his soul, I was obliged…

It was windy and bright on the small road in front of my rented room apartment building. The wind whispered to me that I was about to meet my long-lost protector or even my nightmare.

A nightmare that I had been through for 3 years of hell. He was supposed to marry me as he promised me three years ago. But he chose another after he went back from hell.

Stood there Alpha Antara of Sommerset clan in his glory of six feet and three inches tall with his broad shoulders above I believed used to be a chiseled 8 packs stomach.

He was beautiful inside and outside.

He was the protector of my lost soul, where I felt like there was no hope for me to gain happiness, his marriage proposal was like the finally came light at the end of my long dark tunnel.

He knew I had suffered all my life, living in a family that seemed like hell for me.

I hadn’t died yet but I lived in hell.

Antara was there all along since I was four. He had been a best friend of mine since we were neighbors next door.

He was also there when I shifted for the first time as a she-wolf during my early teenage years. While he was already shifted when he was 10 because he was an alpha.

I always hated my life, but the only thing that I liked was, that there was Antara next to my door.

Whenever I felt sad, I'd sneak outside and find myself sneaking into his house.

It was the first time I sneaked into his house when I was five. When my stepmom tortured me in the bathroom. She turned off the light knowing that I was afraid of the dark, and she locked me in the bathroom before that, she showered me with cold water.

She said I was a stubborn kid but was there any 4 or 5 years old girl who wasn’t stubborn?! We were born stubborn at that age, even my stepmom was the same at the exact age, I believed.

After she unlocked the bathroom door because my dad had just come home, she put dry clothes on me like she never threw a bucket of cold water on me and then left me for hours in the bathroom with wet clothes.

After my stepmom and my dad went to bed, I sneaked out to Antara's house and hid in his blanket.

He was a year younger than me, but he was so brave trying to make me calm, he said,

“Come Divandriya, no one will hurt you here under my blanket. You'll always be a Diva in my heart.”

Though I knew he was just trying to make me calm, I always believed that I was a Diva to him. Me. This worthless woman could dream for a while, that she became precious in the eyes of a 4 years old boy.

Well, I was 5, and no adult would blame that unless they were my stepmom and my dad.

I didn’t recognize Antara's gaze when he stood there across the street from my apartment building.

At that time, he stared straight at me. I didn’t realize it wasn’t him who suddenly appeared before me. Because all I knew, he was married to a young girl I didn’t know and I hadn’t ever met.

After he went back from hell, suddenly out of nowhere, he announced his engagement with this particular rich girl I didn’t even know.

“Why are you, here, Antara?“ I asked him from across the small road. I didn’t see his sports car parked nearby.

Antara always had a sports car in his possession. Speeding and betting were the only hobbies that brought him near death. But it was also the way he made money as well.

It was like he had constant anger that he couldn’t channel to anyone or anything. A typical of an Alpha with outrageous emotion and the rush of adrenaline more intense than a mere werewolf.

Speeding came automatically with betting, and he always won. He was really good at it.

“I came to see you, Diva. I've missed you….“ sorrow showed in his facial expression.

Even from across the road I could see his sadness plastered on his face.

Why would he be sad if he had everything in the world?

He then walked across the road to approach me. Now I could see the longing in his eyes. I felt choked on my throat feeling his miseries.

He might belong to someone else, but the bond of emotions between us had not yet perished. So I stood there feeling his depression.

I frowned, showing him the question of why he would feel sad when he had all the things in the world including being rich, young, and having a wealthy wife. What else he could ask for more?

He was the Alpha of the richest clan in Liberty City, he was on the top, why would he show me that miserable expression?

Then he answered like he knew what in my mind was,

“It's not easy to look like I'm okay, though there’s nothing okay about my life and I. I miss you and I want you, Diva. I always want you. Mate with me …. “

I was shocked. It was impossible for an Alpha like Antara to have a Luna and he demanded more.

Was he really Antara? Or he was someone else?

Still, I couldn’t take my eyes from his big dark brown eyes, his perfect curved thick eyebrows, and all the hint of hair neatly arranged on his strong line of jaw and chin.

Antara's tall figure that always towered over me, I wanted so bad to run into his arms.

But he belonged to someone else!

He approached me and held my upper arms with his perfect curve of long fingers. His eyes gazed so deep into mine, he said,

“I want you, Diva. Now!“

His voice became demanding. Instead of begging, I found him ordering me to give myself to him.

I couldn't release myself when those dark brown eyes suddenly glowed gold, and I passed out.

Between being conscious or not, I mumbled, “You’re not Antara, aren’t you?“

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I woke up from my deep sleep in a huge bedroom with twin king-size beds. I lied on the bed that was placed next to the glass door that looked like a balcony.

It was already night outside and I could see the blue light of the Moon Goddess breaking into the window forced to come into the dark room. It didn't need any lighting in the room, the blue light of the moon was already bright enough to lighten this huge bedroom.

When I looked through the glass door to the outside world, I recognized the view. I must be in one of the hotels near my apartment building, and this bedroom was probably on the middle-high floor.

My head and my eyes felt so heavy. I must be passing out.

Suddenly, there was a sound of a door closing from the left side and I couldn't see the door itself. The sound came from the narrow alley near the door to the bathroom.

The bathroom had a big window and I could see what inside the bathroom were.

There was a shower booth on the corner of the bathroom, a complete counter, and I was guessing that there was a jacuzzi next to the clear big window covered half as a bathroom wall.

It was seen from the bedroom. If I bathed in there, someone from the bedroom could see my body clearly and the thought sent a shiver down my spine.

I felt exposed, though I wasn't in that luxurious bathroom.

Then there was a sound of friction between someone's steps and a whispering sound of a floor carpet from the direction of the door being closed.

Antara appeared with his glowing gold eyes. His body was Antara's but not what inside his body was. He might be Demon Anwir himself or another demon.

The question was, what was he doing in Antara's body?

What was his plan? Moreover, what was his plan for me?

My thoughts scared the hell out of me and I didn't want to think further. I didn't know if I could release myself from this ill situation.

It was the right time to pray to Moon Goddess to keep me protected.

Antara sharply stared at me with his pretty boy face and perfectly curved thick eyebrows frowned so seriously and looked evil. Under those frowning eyebrows, there used to be his big dark brown eyes, but his eyes were glowing gold now and there were some slights of black circles in the middle of them like the black holes which would suck you whole.

I believed when the room was brighter, those looked like black holes would be narrow and become vertical black lines. They would be the sight of typically demon's cat's eyes.

Yeah, I believed. if only I could run across the room and turn on the light to prove whether my theory was right or not. I bet to myself, that it was right.

But I couldn't control my body. Suddenly, along with Antara's piercing gaze, my body moved by itself.

I was under his control.

My body rose from the bed and slowly walked to the bed end. I couldn't take my eyes off his mesmerizing glowing gold eyes.

He didn't blink at all.

It was like his eyes were a remote control to the movement of my body.

My body stood there in silence on the bed end while he walked toward me slowly and unbuttoned his slick white shirt.

I tried to close my eyes, but I couldn’t. It was like I was forced to see his body walking toward me in the blue light of the moon that broke into the bedroom.

We didn’t need the light because the moonlight was so bright that I could see Antara’s body so clear. He unbuttoned the rest of his white shirt, and I could see his firm chest and lines to his maybe few packs stomach.

Now his white shirt was flowing freely and I could see his eight packs down to his V shape when he unbuttoned his pants.

His boxer was hanging too low that I tried not to see what was below the line.

Darn it! My body failed me!

I could see his manhood clearly which brought another drip of liquid from my intimate folds. I felt hopeless.

My body wasn’t mine at the moment and only my mind could think straight. If I was conquered by this lust, it would be like I was making love to the real Antara, not to this demon that I didn't know who he was.

I would think only about Antara.

That was the only thing I could do to make my mind sane. If I didn’t survive this night, then I could die happily making love to the real Antara in my mind.

I'd be thinking about his dark brown eyes, instead of those glowing gold cat's eyes.

Antara's body approached me and lifted my chin so our faces were just a finger away. His lips almost brushed mine and he asked,

“Can I kiss you? Do you want it?”

It wasn’t a surprise anymore that my mouth answered even in the most lustful way,

“Yes, please. I want your lips so bad….” while biting my lower lip I still could think that the line was whispered by him to my body because in my mind I said,

[NO! I want to kiss the real Antara so you know you’re nothing to compare to him!]

He slightly opened his mouth when he was about to take my lips in, while I was still hoping to the Moon Goddess to end my misery at this exact moment.

I hoped that Moon Goddess would save me right away from the kiss that was about to happen, and then kill whatever demon had Antara's body. Everything was so subtle that I didn’t realize I was hypnotized.

I tried so hard to remember the days when I was with the real Antara. The day he kissed me on my forehead, the reason I became so strong facing all the troubles I had experienced all my life.

With this strong bond, I knew now that this wouldn’t happen if I wasn’t his Luna. So now I believed, I was his true mate, his Luna.

Though, it was too late to realize that. I was about to die in the hands of this demon. I regretted I doubted Antara's decision before he went to hell and claimed that I was his Luna.

How could I doubt him? Silly me, wouldn't it be nice to have your long-life best friend as your forever mate?

I felt so stupid right now.

Then he kissed me. Surprisingly, his lips tasted like Antara's lips, so sweet and intoxicating.

Silly me! Of course! He had Antara's body, but not what inside his head or heart was. Or did even this demon have a heart?

The demon didn't have a soul. Didn't they even have hearts?

But in the arms of Antara's body, maybe I did really, could die happily.

He slowly sucked my lips one at a time. Upper and then lower. Slightly he touched the inner part of my tongue with the tip of his.

Automatically, my body let out a tiny moan,

“Mmhhh….”

He stopped and drew his lips from my aching mouth that needed his touches for more.

Then he smiled while staring directly into my opened eyes,

“I see that your body enjoys my touches, but I can still see that your mind isn’t with me here. Tonight is only the beginning. Tomorrow, your soul will surrender to me…” he smiled, now he kissed me fiercely, eating my lips and my tongue.

I felt strongly drawn to him that not only my lips and tongue were eaten by him one at a time, but also the energy of my soul was slowly taken by him. It was leaving only shivers of desire that ran through all cells in my body.

Pumping even more to the core between my legs that was built and it wouldn’t be long before it was about to blow up.

-to be continued-