Luna Lola - The Moon Wolf - Chapter 34

Here is the rewritten content without skipping the format structure and with direct responses. I have removed the instruction lines and special characters from the content: Adrian's POV I woke up with arms wrapped around my torso and small legs tangled in mine. It took me a while to realize that I wasn't in my bed and memories of last night came rushing back. I felt disgusted with myself and tried to untangle myself from Fay but she snuggled herself deeper into my neck and I realized she was awake. "What do you think you're doing, Fay?" I questioned when she kept hugging me closely. She looked up at me through her eyelashes and I felt nauseated. Don't get me wrong, Fay is gorgeous, effortlessly gorgeous, but she's not my mate and I couldn't stop blaming myself for making such a stupid decision just because I was angry. "What are you talking about, Adrian? We had a good time last night and you even slept over, that means you've decided to take me as your Luna and not that lowlife rogue, right?" She asked and giggled, but all I saw was red. I held her tightly by her throat in anger, squeezing till she looked like she was about to pass out and tears streamed down her face. "Don't you ever open your dirty, slutty mouth to call Lola a lowlife rogue, ever!!! She's more of a woman than you'll ever be and the earlier you grasp that, the better," I snarled in her face before dropping her like a hot potato, making her cough violently. I stood up from the bed and opened my mindlink expecting Daxon to go off on me, but all was quiet. Mom wasn't screaming through the mindlink either. Well, that's a first. I dressed up and left Fay's house, not uttering another word to her till I left. Feeling the need to release pent-up emotions, I went to the pack gym to de-stress. As I swung punches to the punching bag, I thought about how my life had taken a drastic turn since Lola showed up. It's barely been a week, and I was already a mess. I couldn't get her out of my head, and I felt paranoid that my mindlink was so quiet. I've never felt so alone. It's unlike Daxon to be totally quiet. After using about an hour in the gym, I decided to go home. I was feeling restless and I just knew something was wrong. I got home and met Mom cooking in the kitchen with Lola nowhere in sight. She had a variety of food set out, and I wondered what was going on. She was making what seemed like soup when I entered the kitchen. I smiled at her and greeted her. "What's going on, Mom?" I wasn't done with my sentence when she came up to me and a very loud noise echoed around the room. Mom slapped me. I'm 25 already, and I can say that since I've been old enough to differentiate right from wrong, my mother never raised her hands to slap. What have I done to warrant that? The shock and pain were evident across my face, and I saw a look of satisfaction cross her features. I took in the color of her eyes and realized Ezra was in control. "ezra, what's going on?" I asked with anger in my voice, and watched her eyes get angrier and rage crossed her soft features. "How dare you?" Her voice pierced the silent house, laced with anger and pain. "You're a disgrace to the wolf world. You don't deserve the Alpha King title that will soon be bestowed upon you, you don't even deserve to be called a man," she boomed, and I took a step back, reeling from the shock of her words. Mom had never said any derogatory words to me since I've known her. Not worthy to be human? Not worthy to be the next Alpha King? She's always been my biggest supporter, but now this? I felt my anger flare up, and raised my voice at her too. "How can you tell me what I'm worthy of and what I'm not? What exactly is wrong with you?" I matched her voice, and felt my anger growing with each passing moment. She was about to speak again when Dad's voice sounded behind me. "What makes you deserve to be the next Alpha King?" He boomed behind me, and I was really shocked by what was going on. Dad passed by me, completely ignoring me, and went over to Mom. "Ezra, please give Rose control," he said gently, and I saw Mom's eye color change a number of times before they went back to their normal color. Mom glanced at me once and she broke into tears. I haven't seen Mom cry for the past eight years since that incident, and I might be the cause of her tears now? I made a move to get closer to her, but Dad stopped me. I could feel my heart breaking, watching my mother cry. "What's going on, Dad?" I asked, worry starting to set in. My mother is one who's always full of joy and life, and she was crying in despair. "I suggest you go check on Lola and see for yourself. Your inability to hold yourself together caused her so much pain last night. You're no different from her former pack and mate, Adrian," he spoke, and went back to comforting Mom. I felt like I had been hit by a train. She had a former mate that mistreated her? It all clicked in my head, and I wanted to punch myself for being so stupid and oblivious. The signs were all there, and I ignored them. Her constant fear of people, the clothes she always put on, her reaction when the mutt came yesterday, they all clicked in my head, and I felt my heart constrict in my chest. For the first time since I woke up that day, Daxon howled in my head, and it was a howl of pain and anger. I turned towards the stairs and ran towards her room. I opened the door gently to find her looking lifeless, save her moving chest beneath the duvet. I walked towards the bed and saw her beautiful hair scattered across her sunken face. She looked so fragile, and my heart broke even more. I made this happen to her. I could have given her a better life when she escaped her pack, but I made it worse for her. I resisted the urge to sweep stray hair away from her face; I don't have the right to touch her after what I put her through. I saw her arms and shoulders that were not covered by the duvet, and the anger in me multiplied. Daxon tried to take control, but I resisted it; he was going to do something we'd regret if I gave him the opportunity to take over now. Her arms had dark purple and blue bruises, and her shoulders were not left out too. I could not even imagine what the rest of her body looked like. Taking one last look at her, I left her room with tears streaming down my face and anger burning in my heart.