The Wolf God's Unwanted Luna

Vivian’s POV

His index finger trailed down my bare right arm, sending intense shivers through me. My lips parted with surprise at the electric tingles his touch left behind. Then, his nose brushed the side of my face, soft and warm. My breath caught when that same finger slipped under my nightshirt, grazing my bare hip.

His other fingers moved delicately over my stomach, and heat flared in the pit of my belly. He pressed his hand flat against my skin and pushed me gently back against him. Something jabbed into my spine the wooden drawer, no doubt but I barely noticed. My head tilted back, and I stepped closer, my breath coming fast and heavy as a flood of heightened sensations overwhelmed me.

"Your emotions are heightened, too," he whispered, planting hot, lingering kisses from the side of my neck up to my cheek. His husky voice completely shattered my trance.

If I didn’t pull myself together right now, I was a hundred and fifty percent sure things would get way out of hand.

"And hopefully under control," my wolf muttered dryly in my mind, while my beast hummed in low agreement.

Great. Between my wolf and the beast, I was pretty sure I’d gained a full-time pervert inside my head.

This was going to be a long, exhausting adjustment. Headaches and internal arguments all around.

"O-okay, so... what now?" I stammered, quickly jumping away from him. His broad arms fell gracefully at his sides, a smug smile creeping onto his handsome face.

On second thought, staying inside wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

"Now, let me show you how to control this new self of yours," Zaliver said, a playful spark flickering in his pale eyes. I narrowed my eyes suspicious at him. A happy, teasing Zaliver was rare and usually meant something thoroughly suspicious was about to happen.

"Why do you look so happy? What are you up to, Zaliver?" I asked, crossing my arms tightly over my chest and challenging him with a teasing glare.

He smirked, folding his broad arms over his chest, his lips curving into a sly, dangerous smile. "From now on, you’ll call me Mr. Azrala. I’m your teacher now. But beware," he circled me slowly like a predator, "rewards come only when you succeed. When you don’t..." His voice trailed off, leaving the implied threat hanging heavily in the warm air.

I bit my lip, fighting back a smile, but shook my head at his ridiculous joke. Teacher? Him? I felt goosebumps ripple over my skin as the air around us shifted. Before I could even react, despite my brand-new heightened senses and speed, he was suddenly standing right behind me.

I squeaked loudly when a sharp smack landed squarely on my behind. Reflexively, I covered the spot and spun around to glare at Zaliver, who was grinning mischievously.

"You "

"Get downstairs and start, or detention in five... four..." He cut me off in a light, teasing tone.

"You can’t be serious "

"Oh, I have a ruler somewhere that’s perfect for spanking. Or would you prefer just my hand?" he teased again, stepping closer.

I darted past him instantly and bolted down the stairs faster than I ever had in my life. His deep, rumbling laughter echoed through the house right behind me. I rubbed my sore behind and muttered under my breath the whole way down.

I could feel both my wolf and beast stirring inside, deeply amused by the playful scene. Part of me wanted to play along with his game, but mostly, all I felt was that sharp sting lingering on my butt.

"Jackass... I’ll give you a real old-fashioned Vivian detention. Tears guaranteed," I whispered softly, knowing full well he could easily hear me with his sharp ears, but not caring one bit.

"Oh really?" he called back, coming into view at the top landing. I just stuck my tongue out at him, and his eyebrows rose, his bright blue eyes sparkling with sheer amusement.

I quickly looked away and let my gaze wander around the living room, snapping to anything to distract myself. A sudden clearing of his throat reminded me of Zaliver’s overwhelming presence.

"Ready?" he asked, leaning casually on the polished stairway railing.

"What? No food first?" I blurted out without thinking. The mere thought of food made my stomach growl loudly, feeling like a massive black hole craving to be filled.

He rolled his eyes and shook his head softly. My gaze drifted down to the smooth, sun-warmed skin on his neck before snapping quickly back to his face.

"If you want to eat, you need to master controlling your senses first. I can cook for you, but your sense of smell is so incredibly sharp now that you’d pick up every single raw ingredient. That might make you nauseous, and I don’t want that. So, this comes first. Then food. Deal?" he explained calmly.

I let out a small "o" of understanding mixed with a heavy hint of disappointment.

I’d follow his lead in training, purely because the faster I learned control, the sooner I’d finally get to eat.

"Food," my beast growled with ravenous hunger.

"Food," my wolf echoed inside, sounding almost like a little kid begging for a treat.

Focus, I sighed internally at the bickering voices inside my head.

"Alright, let’s get started," I said, cracking my fingers only to regret it instantly when one snapped with a sickening pop.

There was no sharp pain, just a sudden, dull sting.

Before I could even scream, the broken bone popped cleanly back into place. Zaliver leaned in fast, shaking his head at me and reaching out to take my hand in his.

"What part of ’you don’t understand how much stronger you’ve gotten’ isn’t clear to you?" Zaliver muttered, a mix of mild frustration and genuine worry in his eyes as he carefully inspected my finger.

"Well, excuse me for accidentally breaking my own finger, teacher. Won’t happen again," I replied, half-distracted, half-amazed at how rapidly it had healed itself. I bent my pointer finger back and forth, marveling at the instant recovery. That was absolutely insane. If broken fingers healed this fast all the time, I’d be completely unstoppable especially against paper cuts.

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