The Young Luna

Chapter 6

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"Seth, dude, Alpha Peters is here" Dean's voice called out. Seth moved away from me, blood around

his face as my hand instantly went up and covered my neck.

"I'll be down in a minute" Seth called back, looking both breathless and nervous. We heard Dean walk

away, as I sat up on the bed. I was still shirtless, as was Seth, but I didn't feel exposed. "I'm sorry, I

should have asked before claiming you" Seth muttered.

"It's fine...I'm glad you claimed me. But I mean, did you actually want to claim me? Do you actually

want me to be your mate?" I frowned. My neck had stopped bleeding, but it was sore. I moved my hand

away and Seth frowned at the blood there.

"Wait there" he said, ignoring my question. He walked into the en suite bathroom, and a second later

came out with wet towel. He cleaned my hand, neck and shoulders of blood before cleaning his own

mouth and neck.

"You didn't answer my question" I commented self-consciously.

"Because I don't know my answer yet" he admitted truthfully. "I'm confused right now, May, let me just

have some time to adjust. You're my mate. The mark has been accepted, no matter what we are bound

for life". He didn't look too happy.

"Do you wish you hadn't claimed me now?"

"I don't know, May, I just said that. Stop with all the questions" he snapped, standing up and moving

away from the bed. He walked over to a duffle bag on the other side of the room and pulled a shirt out.

He unfolded it before throwing it at me. It landed on the bed next to me. "My instincts are going to be all

over the place with you today. So please wear my shirt and just stay with Dean".

"My father isn't going to be happy with this" I commented, as I pulled the shirt on. It was so large that it

fell to my knees.

"I don't want to talk about that right now" Seth shook his head, pulling on a clean shirt himself. "I need

to go. I'll see you later".

"Will you?" I asked, feeling like a clingy idiot. Seth looked over to me and sighed heavily. He quickly

walked over to the bed and cupped my face.

"You're my mate". He kissed my lips quickly, before moving away from me and walking out the room. A

few minutes later I followed him out the room and downstairs. Seth had left with Alpha Parker and his

Beta; who'd I'd not actually spoken to or even found out the name of yet.

"Where's the jailbait?" Dean asked someone from the kitchen. I frowned at the newest nickname, but I

walked in, awkwardly fiddling with the bottom of my shirt. "Oh hey kid" he grinned at me.

"Seth said I have to stay with you today" I informed him with a frown. Ollie and Jenson were also in the

kitchen, sat down eating breakfast. Dean looked over the shirt I was wearing before walking over and

pulling the collar away from my neck. I slapped his hand away and subconsciously pulled the shirt over

my claim mark.

"Fuck off Dean" I barked at him.

Dean turned to his friends, "ten bucks Seth's in jail for statutory rape by the end of the week" he

mused, they all laughed.

"That's not funny" I shouted at them, blushing brightly.

"It's a little funny, kid. Your actual jailbait. If Seth's not careful he could damage his future fucking

around with you".

"Why are you being such an ass?" I snapped angrily at Dean. He just gave me a bright grin.

"Because it pleases me".

"May are you hungry?" Ollie asked, sending Dean a death look. I nodded and he instantly grabbed a

plate and served me some eggs and bacon. I silently sat down and began to eat – the silence was

awkward and I suddenly wished I'd gone to school.

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I was happy that Seth had finally acknowledged that I was his mate, and he'd claimed me, but I still

didn't think he wanted me as a mate. I felt used and insecure. Seth made me feel ugly and immature –

a mate was supposed to make you feel loved, but Seth made me feel like the opposite. I was a burden

to him, a burden he wasn't even attracted to.

"You've hardly touched your food" Jenson observed, as I put my fork down and slid my chair back.

"I'm not as hungry as I thought" I commented, standing up and moving out the room.

"Jailbait" Dean called after me, but I ignored him. I headed out the house and I heard him following me.

"Jailbait, come on" he laughed, finding something amusing. I didn't find anything amusing.

"Leave me alone, Dean".

"Where are you going?"

"Home. Somewhere you can't come, if you follow me there and I'll call my dad and he'll kick your ass" I

snapped at him. But Dean followed me all the way home anyway – calling me Jailbait and annoying

me. "Go fuck yourself" I shouted at him, slamming the door shut. Luckily he didn't follow me into the

house.

I looked outside and noticed he was out there on the phone, pacing up and down the side of my house.

So I rushed up to my bedroom, opening the window quietly so I could sneakily listen to the

conversation.

"Seth, I'm not a babysitter" Dean sighed into his mobile. I pouted in annoyance. "Well you obviously do

care about her if you marked her" he added. "Well no matter how much you don't want her as your

mate, you've marked her" Dean snapped. I felt rejection swirl inside my stomach.

"Am I really that bad?" I whispered quietly to myself. At my words, no matter how soft, made Dean look

up. He saw me at my bedroom window and sighed, looking at me with sympathy in his eyes.

"I have to go Seth. I'll see you later" Dean said, hanging up. He looked up at me, with his hands on his

hips for a moment, before raising an eyebrow. "Are you going to let me in or am I going to have break

in again?"

I was silent for a few moments, before walking back downstairs and letting him inside. I was a mess of

confusion, sadness, rejection and anger. Seth blew more hot and cold than the damn weather. I wished

I knew what he thought about me – but I didn't think that Seth really knew what he thought about me,

and therein lay our main problem.

I sat silently in my living room as Dean flicked his feet up onto the table and flicked the TV on. He

watched quietly, texting on his phone, while his eyes periodically checked on me. I was being so quiet,

he had to make sure I hadn't suddenly disappeared.

"You're awfully quiet" Dean finally said, after about an hour of pointlessly watching TV. I simply

shrugged at his words. "I hardly know you, kid, but I can tell you ain't normally this quiet".

"What are you a damn shrink?" I growled at him.

He smirked at me, "I like you kid, you've got spunk and attitude. And I'm all for the whole brooding

teenage, I don't give a fuck, vibe – but whether you like it or not, you're going to be the Equinox Luna

and I'm the Equinox third, meaning I'm going to be your guard. So why don't you drop this whole pitbull

act you've got going on and talk to me?"

I gave him a long look for a minute before speaking. "I supposed you want me to talk about my feelings

while I braid your hair and paint your nails".

Dean laughed again, "yeah we'll get on just fine, kid".

When lunchtime came around, my father came home to check on me – he was not happy with what he

found. "I can smell him all over you" he roared, storming over to me and pulling the collar down to

expose my claim mark. "How dare he touch you like this".

"He's an Alpha, you're lucky he hasn't mated her yet" Dean commented, getting a glare from me for

angering my father further.

"She's sixteen" my father snarled at the third in command.

"I get that, but all I'm saying is that Seth is an Alpha. You're a Beta, surely you understand how

possessive Alpha's are – especially one as strong and dominant as Seth. He's claimed his mate, you

should be counting yourself lucky that is all he's done" Dean explained calmly – his jovial persona

pushed to the side.

"She's too young for mating".

"But you cannot blame Alpha Zev for his actions. They're mates, it isn't his fault just like it isn't May's

fault. They have a strong connection, stronger than most mates because they both have strong

bloodlines".

I listened silently, thinking that it wasn't Seth's fault we were mates but thinking it was Seth's fault about

everything else – because he was a dick. A massive dick.

"Mabel, what do you think of Alpha Zev?" my father asked me, dark eyes looking at me seriously.

"I hate him" I snapped.

"Really?" he asked in shock.

Sighing I shook my head, "no I don't hate him I just...no, yeah, I hate him".

My father nodded slowly, "right I see. I need to go back to the Alphas...I especially need to speak to

Alpha Zev". He made a move towards the door, frowning while looking at Dean and I again, before

opening the door.

"Tell Seth I hate him" I shouted after my father.

Dean roared out a laugh, "yeah, you and I will get on great".

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