My Fated Human Luna by TheNich29

My Fated Human Luna Chapter 180

33 SICK OR NOT

Archer POV

Wesley and I run the border of the coven in wolf form. Lazlo was driving me crazy about shifting for a

run this morning. It’s been quiet since the day of the first attack, but I don’t trust that it will stay that way

for long. That ba**ard Milo is too stupid to realize he is going to end up dead for trying to hurt my family.

I worried when I took my place by Danica’s side that we would lose more vampires to Milo. Thankfully,

the remaining coven members have accepted us and are fiercely loyal. Danica is amazing and I’m

grateful every day that she accepted me after all I know about her father now. She is nothing like him. I

feel her worry and fear through our bond, even though she doesn’t show it to everyone else. She is

worried about my cousin, despite my reassurance that my family and pack will protect Ella with their

lives. My Aunt Serina may be sweet, but she will go all mama wolf when it comes to her pups. She is a

very special wolf and based on what we have learned, Ella will be too. I feel Lazlo start to slow down.

Axe comes to stand next to us along with Bennet. Three men step off behind the trees across the

border and I growl low. I can scent wolf, but they are definitely not rogues. They raise their hands to

appease my wolf. “We aren’t here to make any trouble” the tall man with wavy blonde hair says to me. I

shift and despite his size, I am still bigger and more muscular. I may not have the title, but I am an

Alpha in every other way. “What is your business here?” “We are here on royal business. Our king has

a vested interest in protecting your pack and the coven by association.” “What king do you mean?” “I

believe we both know that there is only one king of our kind.”

“Why would the King of Werewolves be interested in protecting our pack or a vampire coven? I was

always taught that it is the pack responsibility to maintain our own safety. The king only involves himself

in wars among our people or with other supernaturals.” He nods, confirming everything I just said. “How

did they know we were here? Why didn’t they just go to the pack” Lazlo says. My eyes darken and I

wonder if this is some type of tactic to gain our trust. Maybe they are working with that f**ker Milo.

Maybe they know of the prophecy and want to hurt Ella. I would think royal wolves would scent

differently, but having never met one, I don’t know. “Why would you want to speak with me before my

father, who is still the Alpha of our pack? How did you even know that you could find me here?” He

smirks like I just asked the stupidest question. “I’m sure you’re aware that the king is not an ordinary

werewolf but a hybrid. There are many things the king knows about the Scarlett Rose, Archer. It is not

an ordinary pack and he makes it a point to watch special packs like yours. He would like to meet with

you, your sisters, and their mates to discuss his vested interest in the pack.” “I don’t mean to sound

disrespectful, but how do I know you can be trusted? How do I know you are even who you say you

are?” He waves his hand and Lazlo growls low. He isn’t just a wolf. He is a wolf-warlock. “I know you

can scent my lineage now that I have allowed it. Had I wanted to hurt you, I could have done it before

you even knew we were here. My brother and I mean you know harm. His intentions are truly pure for

wanting to protect your pack.”

“You’re the king’s brother.” He smiles and nods his head. “My name is Maddox and we will be in touch,

Archer.” Before I can say anymore, the three men are gone. “Holy sh*t, that was crazy” Bennet says. I

can’t help but laugh. I turn to Wesley. “We need to talk to my dad and Ruby.” “Why the hell do you think

he cares about our pack?” “Honestly, Wesley, I’m as lost as you are right now. Bennet, can you and

Wesley finish the patrol while I go and talk to Danica.” “Of course, sir” Bennet says. “Bennet, unless we

are in a formal setting you can call me Archer. You are basically the gamma of the coven.” He looks at

me like I’m crazy. “Werewolf packs have an Alpha, which would be Danica. Constance is the Beta and

you are the top warrior, which makes you the Gamma.” He smiles “I appreciate that, Archer.” I nod and

shift heading back toward the mansion. I start up the stairs and hear a scream. My heart sinks and I

take the stairs two at a time. I rip open the door to our room and Danica and Constance jump. Danica

rushes over to me and wraps her arms around my neck. “Archer, what’s wrong?”

Danica POV

I woke up alone this morning. It’s the first time since Archer and I have accepted each other. I turn to

see a note on the nightstand. I smile and open the note.

Note

You looked so beautiful sleeping, I couldn’t bear to wake you. I will be back soon. Lazlo was driving me

crazy to go on a run, so I joined the patrol. I will miss you while I’m gone and I’ll show you how much

when I get back.

Love you

Archer

I smile and giggle, loving how sweet my beloved is. Did I really just giggle? What the hell is wrong with

me? I still can’t believe that he is mine. I sit up to get out of bed and my stomach rolls. What the hell? I

rush to the bathroom and empty my stomach into the toilet. Thankfully, my stomach is pretty empty, so

it’s more dry heaving then actually throwing up. I head to the sink and throw water on my face.

Vampires don’t get sick. I know all this sh*t is weighing on me, but I can’t believe it’s making me sick

enough to puke. A knock sounds on my bathroom door and I know before I open it that it’s Constance.

“Did your man leave you too this morning” she starts to say before she looks shocked. “What’s wrong”

she says in a panic. “Nothing, I’m fine.” “Bullsh*t, your eyes are red with blood lust.” I look back into the

mirror and I notice a red tinge to the white of my eyes. “Holy sh*t, Constance. That is far from blood

lust. You act like my whole eye is red. I just need to drink and I’ll be fine.” “Danica, I have never seen

your eyes turn from thirst. You are the strongest vampire I know.” I smile at her compliment.

I walk out of the bathroom and grab a bag of fresh blood from the frig in our closet. I pour it into a cup

and take a long pull from the glass. Normally, I wouldn’t even finish the whole bag but this time I do. I

put the cup down and join Constance, who is now sitting on my bed. “Danica, you are not responsible