Once we made it inside, I was in awe at how beautiful it was just as the outside. His living room had two black couches accompanied by a wooden table in the center. There was also a fire place, as well as a flat screen above it. Landon's hand rested on the small of my back as he guided me into the kitchen.

Which had a smooth wood centerpiece in the middle, with circle stools placed in front. His hand left my back to round his counter while I shyly sat down on one of the stools. I noticed how he went straight for the fridge, honestly though I've lost my appetite. As I was looking down I started to think about the whole situation.

If Landon got that angry because, Sara said something mean to me and he only yelled at her, I wonder what he did to the boys.

"Layla, look up." his voice brought me as always straight out of my messed up head.

"W-what." I asked, confused at his statement when our eyes connected.

"I don't like when you look down." he leaned over the counter hooking his forefinger under my chin, tilting my head up, "Especially when you're with me." he whispered, staring into my eyes.

"I'm-"

"Don't." he stated, cutting me off already knowing what I was going to say which is, 'I'm sorry'.

On instinct I went to look down but, he gripped my chin making me look at him still. His eyes held desire as they yet again went to my lips. This made butterflies fill my stomach. Though I knew better than to bite my lip this time.

"Okay.." I breathed out, feeling myself quite literally melt under his touch, my stomach filled with nerves.

The glint in his eye was gone and his touch was soft making my eyes shut. I hate being so vulnerable around him, it made me feel weaker than I knew I was. Reluctantly I slowly pulled out of his grip and reopened my eyes, him slowly dropping his hand. As if coming out of a trance he shook his head, a seemingly hurt expression on, before it became emotionless.

Landon turned his back away from me clearing his throat, "I'm going to make dinner, how do you feel about meat loaf?" I watched as he opened dark wooden cabinets to pull out ingredients or tools he might need.

"T-that's fine." I muttered, about to look down before remembering what just happened, so I debated against it.

Instead I placed my hands on the wooden material and eyed my hands. It was quiet for a moment and I started to think. This is a very nice house, I've never seen it, have others been here. Girls, the thought didn't sit right with me. Was he even a virgin at this thought I felt the heat rush to my cheeks.

That's enough thinking for one day.

Though I still had more things to think about like, how he called me Luna in front of the pack. No one will see me as their Luna, how could he even see me as one. Maybe he didn't mean to say it and said it by accident. Plus where were the boys and what was he going to do with them. Would he let them go free, this made me sick to my stomach.

"What are you thinking about Layla, that has you looking so confused." he spoke, while my eyes traveled up to meet his amused ones that sparkled when he smiled.

"Um..it's nothing." I sheepishly said, breaking eye contact with him quickly.

Suddenly he was leaning over the counter, his forearms holding him up as I scooted back a little in surprise. He grabbed my wrists, gently which shocked me because, I'd expect him to forget about my scars. When he touched my wrists, he slowly brought them up to his lips all while maintaining eye contact with me. Before slightly turning them and kissing my scars over the fabric, he did my other wrist before, just holding my hands.

The sparks I felt as he kissed my scars felt so amazing and it was a sweet gesture of him that had me wanting to cry.

"Tell me." he urged softly, while running his hands over mine in a soothing manner.

"I was just wondering why, um." I stopped myself mid sentence, this is harder than it seems.

I want to know why he addressed me as the packs Luna. First of all because, I didn't think he'd want me as one. Like I've said before I'd look pretty stupid by his side, wouldn't I. People are probably already thinking that. Second of all, I'm not fit to be a Luna at all I'm weak, both physically and mentally.

A Luna should be healthy, alert and most of all strong enough to take care of those around her.

"Why what?" he urged, staring deep into my eyes, the warmth from his hands spreading throughout my body, giving me courage.

"Why you told everyone I was the Luna." I finished in a small voice while it was his turn to be confused.

"Why wouldn't I, I am the alpha, this is my pack and you're my mate." he grounded out.

"Well because." I looked down trying to find the right words but, I panicked, "I didn't know, I'm just a ru-" I couldn't even get the words out before he picked me up off my chair so effortlessly over the counter, was I really that small?

He placed me down facing him, my legs dangling from the counter. While he fit himself perfectly between my legs, I gasped at the fast action, my jaw was gripped as he tilted it up to meet his dark eyes. This position did my nerves no justice, it wasn't the nerves I got when I was scared it was different like, excitement.

His free hand was gripping one of my legs, forcing my leg up so he could press himself into me more. This was all very, very new to me so I couldn't help the slight sound that came from me. In that moment I wish I hadn't, his eyes darkened while he finally spoke, causing butterflies to feel my stomach.

"You're not just a runt, don't ever try and say that bullshit again, you're my mate and you're goddamn perfect." his tone was firm, filled with such thick emotion it made my heart beat a million miles per second.

The colors in his eyes swirled, it all felt so surreal that I didn't even notice him start to bring my head closer to him, when he leant down. My eyes were to busy focused on him and his words he said, that I couldn't decipher one moment from the next. Was he going to kiss me, should I let him, do I have time to back aw- too late.

Landon's lips were connected with mine in a desirable way. I froze not knowing at all what to do but, feel his soft lips move against mine in a hungry manner. In a second though he realized I wasn't responding his hand squeezed my leg gently making me instantly react. His grip on my chin tightened and he trailed his hand into my hair, his other going into my inner thigh. This made me gasp in surprise from him being so close but, he was only adjusting us better so he could deepen the already passionate kiss.

My hands were placed firmly on his chest and I gripped his shirt tightly, his scent surrounding my senses. Neither of us seeming to want to break the kiss. He kissed me with such a need, I just wanted more, his hand from my hair trailed down to my back bringing me closer into him. It made me whimper because, we couldn't be closer, also because, I couldn't breathe and I needed to tell him in a nice way. Luckily he got the hint and detached his lips from mine, slowly.

Our eyes met and I already knew my cheeks were redder than a tomato maybe even more. I made the quick decision to put my forehead against his chest to hide my face. This made a vibrant chuckle escape from him as he stroked my hair. I can't believe that just happened, was I a bad kisser? After all that was my first kiss and he surprised me.

Maybe I was a bad kisser.

"Are you okay?" he asked softly, after a couple minutes.

"Mhm." I hummed, suddenly feeling very down about the whole thing, I had just been so giddy and happy, I had that effect on myself.

Without warning my head was lifted to meet his eyes, the ones that went straight to my probably slightly swollen and red lips.

"Good because, I want another." A smirk came to his face, that made me blush and have the urge to hide my face again.

"Um you do?" I asked, that unfamiliar excitement coming back, "So you liked it?" I asked shyly, hoping he got my reference to our kiss.

"Liked it, baby, I fucking loved it." Then my lips were attached to his again.

In that moment I knew I would be a sucker for Landon's kisses, they were definitely a level up from his hugs.

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