Luna

Luna(discontinued)

CHAPTER 01
(Elena POV)

I awoke to the loud bang of something hitting the ground. Immediate annoyance flooded my veins.

Just once, I'd like to sleep in past ten in the morning. Even if it's just a minute! But no, my parents just have to be up and make everyone else in this wretched house suffer!

I grabbed a handful of my sheets and throw them off of my sleep ridden body. the smell of bacon suddenly clouds my senses. however bad of a mood i may be in, i will always perk up when there's bacon.

Performing my daily morning routine, I made a beeline to the kitchen. the smell of the bacon grew stronger with each step and so did the drool.

"Hey kitten." I walked through the kitchen door only to have Darren ruffle my hair. Of course, it was only playfully. but that didn't stop me from swatting his arm away.

Girls dream of the relationship we have. I can tell him everything and anything and he won't judge. He'll try his best to understand the situation I am in, and give me advice.

We often get asked if we're a couple which is pretty much the only downside. oddly enough, hearing someone refer to us as a couple brings a warm butterfly to my heart.

"Good morning Darren." He strut passed me and walked out the front door. I'm assuming my dad told him to check on the youngsters.

My father is already at the table, reading the newspaper and drinking his normal cup of coffee. He watched sceptically from his spot at the table.

My father isn't to fond of Darren and I's relationship. He doesn't like how handsy Darren is. I trust Darren with every bone in my body.

I took a seat at the opposite end of the table. My mother placed a plate of eggs and bacon in front of me. I don't know why we treat her like a maid more than a Luna. Sure, she's a great cook and has this obsession with cleaning, but it's like all my father sees her as is a servant.

I picked up the fork and ate the eggs until there was nothing left on my plate.

My mom came back into the dining room just as I was leaving. She smiled and returned to her morning duties.

I sighed. Trudging back up the stairs, I take a peak out the large window. Our wolves were training under the lead of our best wolf, Victor. He is a french man standing at six foot three inches. His brown locks are always styled the same, messy yet intricately placed. It is weird to see a wolf with piercing yellow eyes, but he made it work. Nobody questioned it. Not even the humans.

After analyzing the wolves for about five minutes, I continue on to my room.

Having a father that is the alpha is hard. You're held to higher expectations compared to the other wolves. Of course, my father wants everyone in our pack to be strong. In fact, our pack is the strongest in this continent.

And our pack has a reputation, or so I've heard. So my dad wants me to live up to that. Sometimes it's hard. I train for hours on end and wake up paralyzed, not being able to find the strength or muscles to pull me out of my bed.

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Descending the steps to the garage, I open the door and stare at the line up of cars we have. We own a lot of standard black SUV's and a few luxury cars.

My eyes landed on my car. She is an Infiniti Q60 project black S. She is a very sleek luxury car and I wouldn't trade her for the world.

I slipped into the drivers seat and listened to her hum to life. The usual path way to get out of our gated area sweeped through pretty much everything; the houses, the wolves victor is training, the pool.