Luna Abigail
Chapter 16

Third person P.O.V

While Abby is resting in the hospital after her encounter with Keres and the girls, Daemon is throwing a tantrum at Black Moon.

“What do you mean, she is still in the hospital? IT’S BEEN WEEKS!” Daemon screams at the caller on the other end. “I don’t care.. I know the rumors.. No, do nothing… I’ll see to it myself.” He hangs up the phone and throws it on his bed.

Why would Abby be mated to two alphas? Daemon had been asking himself that specific question repeatedly after it was known she had found her second chance mate. And why the hell would the moon goddess mate her to alpha Matthew, of all people? He hated Matthew with a passion, mostly because he had had everything growing up. A pack that loved him, parents who loved him and each other, and real friends. Not the kind Daemon had.. They were all idiots. power-seeking males and females.

Granted, he had always had his fair share of willing she-wolves who wanted to satisfy him, but he would picture Abby every time for him to get off. Abby. Ugh! Daemon slid his hands over his face. She had always been so damn beautiful, sweet, and innocent.

When they were kids, he wanted to be her friend and be near her. It was possible his dormant wolf had been attracted to hers already. But his father had forbidden him from being her friend, telling him she was tainted. What that meant he didn’t know at the time, but as he grew older, his crush got bigger. He started loathing her, bullying her to feel better himself. Doing everything to be near her, to get his fix of her sweet scent, and he hated himself for his weakness.

When her 18th birthday came around, he was sure. She was his mate and his wolf was ecstatic, wanting them to accept her right away and tell their dad to go to hell. Daemon knew it was not possible to do that, and he didn’t want a filthy half-breed as his mate. They had argued, but ultimately, he had rejected her. His wolf had not spoken to him since that day.

Daemon rolls his eyes. Stupid lovesick mutt.

After a while, there is a knock on his door. He goes to open it and finds Carol out there in nothing but a trench coat. Normally he would have taken her to bed, f****d her hard, picturing Abby and kicked her out afterwards, but he was not in the mood right now. He had more important things to concern himself with.

“What do you want, Carol?” He asks, even though her intentions are very clear.

“I’m here to please you, Alpha.” The girl answers with what she believes to be a seductive voice.

“I’m not in the mood to f**k you right now, thank you.” Daemon says in a dismissive tone, before trying to smack the door in her face. But Carol is not having it. She worked hard to into the alpha’s bed, and would not let his mood-swings stop her. She was going to be Luna of this pack one way or another. Her plan was simple; get pregnant.

Showing her foot in the doorway, she smiles sweetly. “But alpha, I am sure I can ease your tension, and help you feel better!” she purrs.

Daemon has had enough with this wannabe Luna. “I said no! So I’ll give you a chance to get your foot out of my door and do as you are told, or I will have you thrown in the dungeons for a week with nothing but stale bread and water.” He answers in a low, threatening voice. Carol knows the battle is lost and removes her foot. Giving a little pout while doing so, trying as a last resort to get him to change his mind. She has taken the fertility potion, making her chances of conceiving higher than high. Why would he turn her down now? He had never said no. Not even while that ugly little mutt girl still lived here. Ugh!

After the door is closed, Daemon walks across his bedroom. He opens the window and jumps out. The meeting will not wait, so he needs to get there on time. Sylla would not be pleased to be kept waiting.

Daemon had met Sylla after rejecting Abby. She had been at the clearing where the rouges were attacking the Luna from Silver Mist. Daemon had attacked her in wolf form, but she had used her magic and forced him to transform back into a human.

“What do we have here? A little wolf boy who thinks he can challenge me?!” She had said while licking her lips.

“Maybe I’ll keep you as a pet. What do you say? Life as a pet or death?” She asked, eyes gleaming in a manic way. She clearly hoped for him to choose death.

“How about an alliance? I am being crowned alpha of this pack tonight, and will be in charge.” He had suggested, hoping she would take it and he didn’t have to resort to begging Abby to come save his a*s. That would have been embarrassing, and possibly pointless.

Sylla had eyed him for en moment before nodding. “I accept this on behalf of my coven. But you owe me, little wolf.” Then she had teleported away.

Daemon had kept telling himself it was the right choice, but never dared to tell his father of his weakness. Weeks had gone by, and Daemon became more and more sure Sylla was something he had dreamed. But then a message had arrived at his office. They were to have a meeting. She needed his help with something or other and she reminded him he still owed her.

This was now months ago, and when Sylla learned (however she managed that) that he kept their alliance a secret from his pack, she had blackmailed him to become her servant.

As he stepped inside the clearing, Sylla and another woman, whom he didn’t know, were waiting for him.

“Ah, alpha Daemon. It is good to see you again.” Sylla says with a devilish grin. “May I introduce Annika? Annika is my most loyal coven member, even though she isn’t in my coven at all.” She laughs a cold laughter that sends chills down Daemon’s spine.

“It’s a pleasure, Annika. But if I’m not quite mistaken, you are a wolf?” Daemon asks as politely as he can.

“He is smart. You are right, Sylla. And you owe me 10 Gold Duples.” Annika smiles, but it doesn’t reach her eyes. To Daemon she explains, “Sylla was sure it would take you most of the meeting to figure I’m a wolf. I told her an alpha should be able to sense it right away.” She puts the Gold Duples away in a belt pouch. Sylla scowls.

“Annika is a member of White Moon, who is the neighbors of Silver Mist. She is monitoring my treacherous sister and that troublesome Queen. While also looking into the young alpha and his new Luna, who is more than the eye meets. Rumor actually has it that a warrior from their pack tried to attack her, before he knew she was to be Luna. She has demon b***d running through her veins, so it should be easy to tap into that and make her an ally rather than an enemy.” She says with a sneer.

“So what do you want with me this time, then?” Daemon knew by now that arguing with Sylla or asking questions would get him nowhere.

The meeting goes on for hours. Sylla lets Annika tell what she knows so far and then asks what news Daemon’s spies have to tell. Everyone tells the same thing; the Queen has been in the hospital for a long time, but the rumor is that she is now awake. No one knows why she had been in a coma. But one thing is clear, she is a lot stronger than any of them ever knew. Daemon kept his end goal in mind. Sylla had promised him Abby back at his side as his mate, when the dust settles. Little do any of them know the other has ulterior plans in motion.

Her evil heart, power hungry soul and so sure of her own right and powers, blinded Sylla, never intended for Abby to survive. She had sent the rouges on the trail of the Luna of Silver Mist, sure that they would find Abby as well and kill her or take her as a slave. Making her weak and an easy target. But she had shown a strength she hadn’t anticipated, not only surviving but killing the leader and finding her second chance mate. She had then warned Keres of Abby and her powers, making the dark goddess fear for her own plans. Abby was not supposed to come back from Keres’s world, but yet again she had returned and was in good health. She needed to die, and soon!

Daemon, not trusting Sylla’s word even an inch, and secured his own spies in her coven. Not everyone is as loyal as she wants it to seem. He managed to bribe three coven members to report directly to him if she makes any moves towards Abby. He might never get her back, even though that would be the ultimate price, as Sylla clearly knows, but he would do anything to protect her. It had dawned on him this morning, after the report from one of his informants from Silver Mist, that he will protect Abby at all cost. Even with his own life, should it ever get to that?

‘Finally, you got your senses back. It was about damn time. Abby is our Queen and we will protect her and her wolf. Always.’ Jackson, Daemon’s wolf, says in his mind.

‘Are we speaking again?’ Daemon asks quietly. The void he had felt after his wolf retreated into the back of his mind hurt him more than he would ever admit.

‘Only if you will listen to me. Stop being a selfish brat and start doing some good in your life! You threw away a true Luna because of your father, and I will only forgive that IF you promise not to reject our second chance, should the goddess ever bestow one upon us,’ Jackson states with a small growl. Daemon sighs.

‘I know I have done a lot of wrong and been a shitty person, Jackson. But I promise I will try to make amends. First, I need to apologies to Abby, and I believe her dad can be helpful in that department. Then we need to keep this between us for now. I will keep acting as the cold a*****e people know me as, but only as a front to keep Sylla off my trail. Then I need to apologies to the moon goddess.’ Daemon zooms in on the meeting once again, and smiles. He has been listening from a far while Sylla drones on about her plans and what she will do once she is Queen. It’s always the same.

“We are in agreement. My part will take some time to organise, but I will send you both words as soon as I am ready. Then we will march to the victory of the pure, and you, my dear Sylla, will be crowned as our Queen.” Daemon almost gags when saying the last part, but keeps the distant smile on his lips. His acting skills come in handy in situations like this. Annika nods, and takes Sylla’s arm as she reaches it forward, and they both teleport away.

When Daemon reaches the pack again, he goes straight to his office. On the way he mind-links the former beta to meet him there. The scowl is in place on his face as he barks to the others to get out and not disturb him. He needs to be in absolute peace.

When the former beta walks in, Daemon instructs him to close and lock the door.

“Henrik, I need you to be completely honest with me!” Daemon says sternly.

“Are you still in touch with Abigail?” Henrik swallows, but he can’t go against an alpha command, even if it’s formed as a question. He nods curtly.

“I am, but she is my daughter, alpha. Why do you suddenly ask?” Henrik lifts an eyebrow. Something is different with his alpha. The eyes are not as cold as they used to be.

“I need to speak with her.”