For Love and For Power (Dean and Luna)

"And so, to protect her family she did what she swore she would never do again. Relinquishing her freedom for the love of those she held dear to a man that only loved power." 

"We can't just let you do this!"

Luna loosed an audible breath through her nose to represent a laugh followed by a faint sigh as she shook her head. "We are all alpha's any of us could take your place!" Finally, Luna stopped what she was doing and spun around to face the ladies of her pack there with her. Her eyes switched between the three of them as Alexandra, AKA Duece, her 1st sentinal and co-president of their Motorcycle club continued to argue with her. She took in a breath to speak but then hummed the thought away as she spun back around to pick right back up where she had stopped seconds ago. This was what most of the day had been like up until now. Everyone went through the motions of the big day but still fought with Luna their alpha in private. Yet much to their surprise, she held her tongue. Ignored them. Or gave just huffs and puffs and various hums as some sort of response. 

"Will someone else please try and talk to her!"

Duece was quickly losing her temper now as all her pack shuffled into the room for one last moment before the evening began. 

"He doesn't just want an alpha." Everyone hushed and stilled at the sound of Luna's voice. She faced them but kept her eyes down in thought for just a second. "He wants to be a king." They all scoffed and moaned and groaned hearing this. "This? Again?" Duece threw her hands into the air with a growl "just kill him and be done with all of this!" Luna shook her head "and start a war between the north and south? We've all lost too many lives from the outbreak already. All of us, both north and south alike are just starting to get back to normality or the sense of it again."





"I'd rather just do this and unite us than start a senseless war. Besides, we all know wolves are stronger together." She shrugged and shook her head. The smile on her face fooling everyone but one in the room. "Now go! We've stalled this long enough."

And so, Luna waited until her pack left her to her own devices to hyperventilate and growl at herself. Grumbling under her breath to herself as she angrily continued to get ready until she just couldn't even do that anymore and just stopped. She sat there frozen one moment and in the next had her face buried in her hands as she breathed deeply to douse the fire burning in her soul. 

"One good thing." Luna perked up at the sound of the gentle voice, her sister appearing at her side. Lilly smiled as Luna glared at her. "Do you.." Lilly walked away and sat on the couch in the room "... Remember when I first agreed to be your beta and we went to introduce you as the new alpha of the pack?" Luna nodded "We were attacked by the other alpha's and their packs." "Do you remember what you told me afterwards to calm me down?" Luna looked down at her lap.

"One good thing. There's always at least one good thing in everything we face and everyone we meet. Find it"

Lilly bright smile returned as she stood up and walked to her sister. Hugging her even though she didn't get a hug back. "Dean can't be all bad. So find it. That one good thing." She left Luna after that, truly to her own devices now and she just stared at herself in the mirror but wasn't actually focusing on her reflection. She wasn't really looking at any one thing.


"Spade? SPADE?!"

 She opened her eyes but saw nothing but smoke and debris.

 "Luna?! are you okay?"

She saw Dean's lips move but heard nothing.

"Dammit, Luna. now isn't the time to be stubborn?! Answer me!" 

"I can't hear anything." 


She couldn't remember much after that. Just bursts of clouded, blurry moments.

"It's okay. I've got you."

"You're going to be okay!"

"Hey! Luna..." She felt a gentle touch on her cheek as she opened her eyes.

"Can you hear me?" His soft voice pierced her eardrums.



"Luna!!!" She opened her eyes and spun around shaking that memory away. "It's time. We're all waiting on you." With a curt nod and a closed mouth smile, Luna got up and walked with the gyspy who had come to get her to her place. Taking deep breaths as she found herself alone again. I could run right now. No one would know. The thought played in her mind but she shook it away. She did, however, stand there for what felt like ages. Even Mama who was the one marrying them both had come out in concern to check on her. She was just fighting herself now. Conflicted over breaking a promise she had made to herself years ago but then she recalled she wasn't doing this for her.

And so, she took a deep breath. Straightened her back and at last, walked through the doors and into her wedding. There was red powder in the air and music blaring even before she stepped. and though, there were similarities between Xander and Sonia's wedding and this one there were also very clear differences as this one had been in the making for months. She walked herself down the aisle. Unable to choose ahead of time if she wanted one of her siblings or even her father Mama's husband to do it. So she chose herself. She kept a steady gaze forward as she walked past all the wolf packs from the north and south and other people gathered here today. Her gaze though steady not focusing on anything or one. Never once looking at Dean. Even when she was standing right in front of him holding his hands.

She never smiled either but that never surprised anyone. It'd be more surprising and concerning if she did smile at this moment. Most everyone that knew her were surprised she had actually gone through with it and that none of her pack or anyone else interrupted when Mama asked if anyone saw a reason for the two to not be married. Luna glared at her pack then, silently warning them to bite their tongues. Some huffed and growled softly but none of them spoke because they knew better than to cross their alpha. Respecting her decision to go through with this, regardless of if they understood it or not. Her gaze landed on Dean's as she looked away from her pack. The look only lasting a few seconds before she looked away again. At that moment, she didn't show him any anger or hate. It was more of a blank stare than anything else but in remembering this day she wanted at least one moment where she wasn't glaring, glowering, or holding back a growl in her throat. So she connected with him in those seconds faintly; her guard still all the way up but not hostile or raging. Her "I do." came in those seconds, her words loud, clear and confident. Fooling anyone who didn't know this wedding had been arrangement into thinking it was real and not just a power play. 

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  • Werewolf

    At the very moment our eyes met, briefly, but met nonetheless, I remembered why I was here... and why we were doing this, and suddenly I felt confused. Because I knew how I wanted to feel - but that wasn't it. I knew I wanted to feel like a King, that fulfilling feeling of complete power, because that's all I've ever wanted. 


    "You know he'll never amount to anything! You gave me a sick son!" My father hissed at my mother in the study. I was sitting inside a fort I had built myself outside the house, close to the study, to be close to my father. 

    "Darius, don't say that! You promised to never say that! He's our son, we can't give him away. Please... " My mother begged. 

    "I know I said that but this is the fourth time he falls sick! How will he ever be able to one day replace me as Alpha if we don't know if he'll live past 7 years. Let him be someone else's responsibility...." My father insisted. Most people would think that I wouldn't understand, after all I was only six at the time. But here is where most people were wrong - I was young, but I certainly wasn't stupid. I got up out of the wooden fort and ran deeper and deeper into the woods surrounding our house. I could hear my mother calling out for me, my father too, but I didn't turn back. 

    *Present Time * 

    But now, almost 20 years later, when Spade's eyes looked away from me, I took that time to look at the chairs filled with members of the packs of the North and the South, the High Commission, Sonia and her husband, My father, my mother and younger siblings.... My father's expression was guarded. I hadn't invited him, but because my mother and I had remained in touch all these years, she saw it fit for her family to join her. Well, my family. My eyes drifted back to my wife-to-be, as she walked down the rest of the aisle. Her expression was guarded but somehow I knew that she would rather be narrowing her eyes and calling me an imbecile, that was her favourite word to call me, but today she wouldn't even hold my glance for more than two seconds. Our entire dynamic had shifted ever since we got back from riots against the elites. I still wasn't sure if it was because I sprinted across the bridge when I noticed that she wasn't beside me when the bomb exploded, to see if she was okay. or maybe it was because she was finally realizing that she was giving up her freedom, to be married to me. 

    So when the priest finally arrived at the part of the vows, and her "I do" resonated loud and clear throughout the entire room, and suddenly it was my turn, I paused. A second passed, two seconds, three seconds, four, five...

    "I do." I said just as firmly as she did. When the prest asked if anyone opposed our union, I gave a brief look around the room. Most of her pack members looked fidgety, everyone from my side looked uncomfortable - after a coincidental glare from both of us, the room stilled. 

    "By the power vested in me I now pronouce you, Man and wife. You may now kiss the bride." The priest said. The room was so still, you could have heard a pin drop. I already held her hand in mine, and it took no effort to do that -- but the courage it took to slowly pull her closer and place a gentle kiss on the corner of her lips, was something I would never admit to anyone. It was so intimate, so personal, that it felt wrong to do this in front of a crowd of people that believed we were doing this out of love. The cheering and clapping from our guests pulled me out of my daze and I managed to put on my smile. A smile that said "Who of you would dare to say anything about me now?" . And I maintained that smile, through the reception, the interruptions, the introductions, even with the encounter with my mother who simply engulfed Luna in a big hug and said something to her that I couldn't hear. But the second they chased us off into the modernized bridal carriage, after we'd completed the pack rituals, that smile disappeared and it was a silent trip to the hotel we were going to stay at until we'd figured out where we were going to live. 

    Here, we didn't have to pretend for anyone. There was no carrying her in my arms over the threshold, or all the other things newly weds did on their first night. But I did open the door and let her though first. And when we realized there was only one bed, obviously, I briefly mumbled that she could sleep on the bed and that I'd sleep on the floor. I pulled off the bow tie suffocating my neck and took off the blazer, looking for something good to drink from the mini bar. It must have been a minute or two, when I finally looked up at her, she was just standing there... looking at me. "Would you like a drink?"

    I didn't wait for her to respond and poured a drink for her anyway, I handed it to her, and just as I took a step towards the balcony, without looking at her directly, The words " You looked beautiful today, Luna." left my mouth without permission. I sat on one of the chairs and faced the sky, to give her privacy to roam around the room. For once, I had nothing to say - Again, this was everything I had always wanted.


    Then why the hell was I still feeling so confused?

  • Gypsy

    She laid in wait for his I do and when it came a very slight snarl showed at the edges of her lips. Even though she had just said the same thing. She swallowed the growl in her throat then gulped down the wince that dared whine out of her as he pulled her close. Vulnerable. She hadn't felt this vulnerable in years. She hated. Hated it so much it hurt. It burned and flared up, but she kept that at bay too. She held her breath and braced herself as he leaned in to kiss her. Blinking in bafflement as he kissed the edge of her mouth. 

    The rest of the day was just far too overstimulating for her. She shut down. Never smiled. Or laughed. Only really responding to one person. Dean's mother. Her hug had brought her out of the daze she'd fallen in to. She huffed getting into the wedding carriage. Rubbing her face with both hands. Eventually falling asleep on the ride to the hotel. "Thanks." The walked through the door he was holding for her before aimlessly looking around. She didn't mean to stare at him. She was really just idling trying to process how she was going to tell him everything she needed to. 

    It wasn't until his compliment came that she fully snapped out it. Looking over at him before down to the liquor in her hands. She wanted to compliment him back. Tell him how handsome he was but her stubbornness and anger with him and this situation wouldn't let her. She let out a grimace at the cup in her hands. Not even having to taste the bitter liquid to know how much she despised alcohol. An oddity for someone who illegally ran moonshine but also a pro as it made her service impossible to defeat. She placed the cup down. Kicked off her shoes and shook out what she could. Her dress, she would need help with the zipper in the back. 

    "Oh Thank you so much!" She faked her smile and laughter of joy as she took the extra covers she'd requested from room service. The concept of being a Mrs and a "bubbly bride" to full the world was going to take a lot of effort. She placed the covers in the bed and for just one second she hesitated to join Dean. But she did. "Neither of us has to sleep on the floor." She sat in the chair next to his. "We'll just sleep on separate lagers and opposite sides. One of us can sleep under the covers already on the bed. The other on top of then covering themselves with the extra covers room service just bought us." She wouldn't admit it but she hated the idea of having him sleep on the floor more than she hated the idea of him being on the same bed as her. Hauntings of the past were crashing through her mind more than she liked. More than she wanted them to. 

    She started at the sunset. Enjoying the suns last bit of warmth for today. She closed her eyes and let out one last huff. "I was married once before. I was just eighteen then and he was my mate. The love of my life or so I thought. We were mated and married and shortly after he became the alpha of all the northern packs. He fought to get it. The title of alpha. Fought to keep it and eventually he... I..." Her words caught at the back of her throat as her eyes dropped from the horizon to her lap. She shook her head. Her nose turned red. But her eyes dried before she was even close to crying in front of him. She'd never give that benefit. "He dead." She straightened her back and cleared her throat looking up but refusing to look at him for now. 

    "I'm telling you this for many reasons. You think this shotgun wedding is temporary. It's not. The northern tribes will not accept such an arrangement. And so your reign would've been as short-lived as this marriage. This like our vows said is until death do us part." She turned her head his way but still, her eyes never looked at him. Opening her mouth to speak but huffing it off instead a few times over. "We also must have a mate bond forged between us or you will not be able to fight for the spot of Alpha. Mama will be here in the morning to that." She growled, finally, looking at him. "Being mated is not easy Dean. You feel what your mate feels. Their pain. Hate. Anger. Joy. Sadness. Nothing is your own but your thoughts and even that sometimes can betray you." She moved closer to him "To further it all we'll find it hard to not want to be close to each other. Like we're releasing some kind of pheromone that solely attracts the other. It hurts being apart for too long. And the faintest of touches..." She gently ran her fingertips across his arm. "... Will feel like a drug coursing through your veins. Slowly becoming addictive and hard to deny." Hesitantly she moved her hand from his arm and looked away from him again. 

    "Maybe now you understand my wrath and tentativeness about marrying you."

    She stood up and stormed back into the room as best she could with that dress on. But stormed right back out and straight to him. She pushed him back down in his seat. Keeping him pinned with her hand on his chest and her face in his. A violent glare in her eyes. "Get out of your head. Let your heart be your guiding key." And then, she did what no one expected. She kissed him. Sitting his lip at the tail end just to spite. "You will get us both killed if you get stuck up in the mind of yours. The kiss from our wedding will certainly need to be explained to the Northern Alphas." 

    And so, at last, she disappeared into the room. Rubbing her lips with her thumb mainly to just get the lipstick that was left there off. Actually growling this time when she remembered she needed help out of the dress. She refuses to ask him though. She had said enough to last them a year's worth of conversation. She also didn't want to admit she needed help. Maybe room service would do it? Or maybe she could just rip it off of her. She was certainly not getting married for a third time. 

  • Werewolf

    For the first time, I was a victim of a parallax error; I failed to consider it all, and now I was in trouble. I consciously noted to myself that this was the longest time and the most she had ever said to me ever since we met and honestly I was upset; upset because I don’t think I ever stopped to consider what it would be like to have a mate. When I was certain that Sonia would be my wife I felt no fear, it was a natural feeling and I thought it would be easy. I knew her after all, but with Luna, it felt like falling down the rabbit-hole to Wonderland while crossing fingers and hoping for the best.

    When she shared her story with me, I felt a layer crumble and had to fight down the urge to console her; noticing how her nose was slightly tinged red, and the glossiness coating her eyes with tears that threatened to fall but then she turned to face me and I found that I was the one holding in my breath, because I was scared that I would breathe the wrong way when she ran her fingers gently across my arm. Now I understood why she didn’t want to marry me and my mind had already begun to spin various ways on how I could get out of this when I felt her gentle lips on mine; they were softer than I could have ever imagined and her kiss was sweet. It grounded me, it brought back my breath and I found myself secretly wishing that I could spend whatever was left of my miserably glorious life kissing her… until she slit my lip.

    “What the hell was that for?!” I exclaimed, but she had already stormed back inside the room. I turned to watch her fidget in pride and my usual smirk returned to my face, purposefully sitting back for a few minutes because I knew she wouldn’t ask me for help. I got up from my seat and walked quietly towards her, slipping my arms around her waist to pull her closer and kept them there for a moment to emphasize that I wanted her to be still. My fingertips grazed her shoulder blades for a moment as I began to unlace the corset. I was just about done when I flipped her around to say, “I admit, my mind might get us killed, but that’s only if your pride doesn’t kill us sooner. “ I kneeled down, lifted the skirt of her dress up and placed her foot on my bent knee only to reach up to her thigh and slowly pull her garter down. When she merely narrowed her eyes at me and growled, I responded with an innocent shrug. “They say it’s a good luck charm.” I watched her form retreat into the bathroom and winced when the door slammed shut.
    I pulled off my shoes, and threw myself onto the bed, careful not to mess up the other side. It was at that moment where I realized that I wanted to back out of this, that I wanted to get unmarried – not because I had to explain why I hadn’t kissed her, or because I could get killed fighting for a position, I wanted to back out, because I was scared that I was going to fall in love. Leaving right now, seemed like a good idea, but I clearly remembered all the threats I received if I so much as laid an inappropriate finger on her. So I did the next best thing that came to mind, I slept.

    I stirred awake a couple of hours later, and gathered my surroundings. The only thing needed to remind me what had happened, was the small lump under the sheets and the sound of her slow breath. If Mama was coming, and all that Luna said would happen would happen, I didn’t want it to be here, in this hotel room, where I had no control, so as quietly as I could, I skulked around the room, picking up the little we had and stuffing it inside a bag of clothes they left us, with the stealth of a mouse, wrapped her visible body parts with the blanket she was covering and carried her up and out of the room – Well aware that if she were to wake up I’d wish I was dead. Because it was still so early, and even the idiot at the front desk was half asleep, I had us out of the hotel, into the car and on the road back to my house in the blink of an eye. Every now and then, I’d sneak a look at her from the mirror and breathe a sigh of relief when I found her still sleeping soundly. When we arrived at my house, well our house, a mile or two into the woods, I pulled the same stunt as the hotel and left her asleep in my room, once I walked out, I mentally prepared for what was to come, because before we left the hotel, I’d remembered to text a member of my pack to let them, and Mama know where we were, and almost a minute later, there was a car pulling up and from the living room I saw my Beta, and beside him Mama. She walked in, touched my hand and raised her eyebrow at me, only to smack me on the side of my head. “Mother of—“

    “Why haven’t you consummated your marriage yet? As if you don’t have enough trouble already with that prom night kiss stunt you pulled yesterday!” She hissed.
    My Beta burst out laughing. “Keep your voice down, Luna’s asleep!” I reprimanded. “Why are you even here?” Johan’s face suddenly went grim.

    “They want you, well us, at the borderlines. After they bombed the elites and they scattered, there were rumours at first but now it’s confirmed that the vampires are starting to invade. We need to mark our territory, or else there’ll be a war.” Johan explained. “You need to start showing dominance or else you won’t stand a chance at fighting for alpha.”

    I merely looked down and clenched my jaw, then looked up at Mama. “Don’t even think about it, you’re not leaving before I’ve done what I came to do… and it’s up to you, but if you choose to leave without her, the distance will weaken you.”
    I didn’t get a chance to say a thing because I heard some stirring and a door opening, and then the room fell silent for a moment as my wife walked in, and in a rush to head, I remembered all that happened and fear kicked in. Without a second thought, I blurted out: “Let’s just have the ceremony so I can leave. Please.”

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