Alpha, I'm No Longer Your Luna

Celestina's POV

"I've never met him before..." I heaved a sigh and made my way back to my room in a leisurely manner without looking back at the elderly lady, who appeared to be quite concerned about me. Later, when I went inside, I quietly grieved and cried for what seemed like an eternity. Why do I feel so bad about myself in this way?

I draw in a deep breath and try to keep my breathing calm while suppressing the need to sob this time. As I close my eyes, I have the illusion that my power has been restored; nevertheless, I am not regaining control of my wolf.

TWO WEEKS LATER…

"Celestina, you have a guest who would like to see you," Helene said.

Helene treated me much like her own daughter, and after her own daughter passed away, she even gave me the same name as her own daughter. I have no recollection of the past and no idea who I am. She took me in as her own child; as a result, she is a wealthy and influential woman in this Italian country. She is aware that I was once a werewolf, but because I have forgotten everything about who I was, she now treats me as if I were a human.

When the maids saw me descending the stairs, their heads turned quickly to stare in my direction. They can't take their gaze off me no matter what they do. After living here for two years, I've become accustomed to people staring at me, but it can sometimes make me feel uncomfortable.

The man stood up as soon as he saw me, and his eyes stared at me from head to foot. His eyes sparkled with joy, and he handed the bouquet to me while saying, "Celestina..."

I gave Helene a sidelong glance and asked, "What is this?"

"Let me introduce you to Alexander, you'll be marrying him very soon." She stated to me while smiling at me, but the idea that the woman who adopted me already possesses my life is something that I cannot accept. I took a step back and then handed Alexander the bouquet back to him.

"I'm sorry, but I can't marry someone I just met,"

The man with a fair complexion and blonde hair frowned at me because he felt insulted by what I said. I get the impression that he does not appreciate how I treat him.

Helene followed me out the door as quickly as she could, but I stopped looking back after a while and kept walking. I didn't want to destroy my prior existence because I wanted to relive it and retain my power back again. I also don't want to tie the knot with a human and have a miserable life.

“Celestina! Don’t run away!”

But I had no intention of complying with her demands because she is not my mother, and I am not her daughter. Her daughter had passed away on the day that she found me, but I refused to let her dictate the terms of my life. I will not give someone the power to control my life or coerce me into leading a life that I did not choose for myself.

I raced into the forest without turning around. As I went farther and further away from the house, I didn't understand how far away I actually was until I suddenly noticed how quickly I was moving.

I was taken aback by my speed, but then I was stunned when I bumped against someone's firm chest, which caused my head to spin and caused me to lose my balance.

“Fuck!” I heard a silent curse before I passed out.

***************

I slowly opened my eyes and saw that this wasn't my home at all. I looked around and didn't see anyone, but I could smell something wonderful coming from outside. I got up and tried to open the door, but it was locked. I tried to kick and hit it a thousand times, but no one answered.

"Hey! Let me out! Or else I will report you to the authorities! I tried to yell at the top of my lungs, and the door suddenly opened. It was the man from two weeks ago; he was like a greek god in shirtless, and his black, curly hair was dripping wet. He stepped forward, and I stepped backward nervously; I was dumbfounded while staring at his penetrating gaze.

Finally, after taking a deep breath, I mustered the strength to utter a few words:

"Y-You...again?"

He reached behind me for a towel, and I cringed quietly. I sat down on the bed with my pulse racing and thumping rapidly, and I looked at him with confused eyes. Then I recalled what had transpired earlier in the day, so I heaved a sigh and expressed my concern to him, saying, "I'm sorry for what happened, and I promise I won't bother you anymore."

"Why are you running away?" His voice was so intimidatingly masculine that it sent shivers down my spine. I brought my head back down after raising it to gaze up. I hate him for rejecting me, so I have no reason to stay here.

I got to my feet and attempted to escape him, but he stopped me and questioned, "But where are you going?"