Beta Bully (F/F) - Chapter 8 Luna's POV (Winter Exclusive) (Patreon)

Hair Clip

Like a tiny rabbit, Darcy could slip out of Luna’s sight through the tiniest of gaps. It was infuriating. And she seemed to be putting in even more effort to avoid her since she had kissed her in the nurse’s office. The chase fuelled Luna’s wolf’s natural instinct to hunt, and rewarded her with a natural high while she did. Every time she caught Darcy the rush would really hit, though, normally to her cunt. And then she wanted to do more than kiss the little omega.

Luna was supposed to be in Chemistry. More importantly, she had lost sight of Darcy almost a full hour earlier. The corridors had cleared, allowing her to patrol them with purposeful strides. A teaching assistant spotted her from an office doorway, but quickly turned away at Luna’s irritated expression, daring him to approach and try to reprimand a beta.

Darcy was supposed to be in PE, but Luna ensured to glance down every corridor on her way there, just in case. Not a hint of her bouncy brown waves in sight.

The gym had only the teacher and one changed student waiting inside, so Luna slipped around behind the building to the changing rooms. She found a clean patch of wall to lean on and waited.

The submissive genders trickled from their changing room, long after the dominants had already made their way into the gym hall. A few of them started at the sight of her, but she kept her eyes on the doorway despite the stares she could feel on the side of her face. They were of no interest to her.

After a few minutes of empty doorway, Luna peered inside. Empty room. Darcy's scent wasn’t present either. A tight feeling twisted its way up her guts. Darcy was not like her, she attended all of her classes. Luna was the only nuisance that could get in the way of that. She took off at top speed, taking a last look into the gym to make sure Darcy hadn’t evaded her on her way in. There was no one small enough to be an omega in the group awaiting the teacher's announcement of their teams.

Luna tore through the school, looking into every classroom with a bold-eyed stare. A couple of the submissive-gendered teachers jolted if they spotted her looking in. Darcy was not in any of them. Every corridor was empty.

As she power-stomped through the locker hallway, a once-colourful piece of curled plastic caught her eye. Left on the floor amongst the dirt and litter was Darcy’s hair clip. Luna snatched it up, looking it over to confirm what she already knew. Luna would recognise it anywhere, it had sat on the top of Darcy’s head from the first day they met. And with how small she was, the top of her head was her most common view of her. Seeing it anywhere but attached to her was beyond worrying. The twisted feeling was turning into a knot inside of her. Luna dusted off any dirt from the plastic with the corner of her top, it only gave her a few seconds of distraction.

There was nowhere left to search.

Her last resort was the front office, the old biddies there would be able to tell her if Darcy had gone home early. They weren’t supposed to give out that information, especially to a member of another pack, but older women loved a young, charming beta. Luna hurried there, the clip squashed in her fist.

Relief punched her in the face when the faint scent of her mate met her a few metres from the front office. A tiny omega with mousy-brown waves was crouched over the lost and found crate. No doubt searching for the very clip that was in her hand. Darcy's hair was falling in her face without the clip to hold back the front section, she looked a little wild. And very flustered.

Flustered was Darcy’s default setting, though, so Luna strode over filled with silent confidence. She couldn’t wait to tease her and see even more of her adorable flustered reactions. Black eyes blown wide whenever she stared up at her. Darcy was so innocent, it made it even more fun to play with her.

“Lose something?” she called out.

Darcy ignored her.

Darcy, her omega mate (according to MYSTIKA) was ignoring her, her beta. Either she needed her ears cleaning, or she stored her wolf hierarchy understanding in the clip. Darcy's hands had stopped digging in the grim bin, she had definitely heard her.

“Your ears not working, puppy?” Luna suggested. She had lost her teasing tone, irritated by her mate’s attitude. Luna only wanted to give her back her clip. And make sure she was safe. Possibly escort her wherever she needed to go. Omega these days were so ungrateful.

Again, Darcy pretended not to hear, staring straight ahead in her squat position. Luna was going to take a calming breath, just as her alpha often told her to, but her body moved instinctively first. She snatched Darcy by the scruff, pinching the pink flesh between her fingers and pulling her upright. A sweet little noise squeaked out of her and Luna released the skin feeling just a little guilty. She wrapped her arm around Darcy’s tiny waist, the one holding the clip. She popped the hand open to stick the stupid thing under her nose.

This time, Darcy reacted. She let out a gasp that almost morphed into a sob. Luna did not like the sound, it almost caused her to reflexively squeeze her. Luna thought she would be happy to have her old clip back, she wore it every day, it had to mean something. Instead, she sounded upset.

Darcy spun inside the circle of her arm to face her and Luna realised she had read her reaction completely wrong. The relief on her round face turned Luna’s joints to goop. She was far too cute for her own good. It terrified her. Luna hadn’t even reached mate maturity yet and Darcy had softened her into a dopey moron without any natural mate urges needed.

Once she turned eighteen, she was doomed. Luna would be eating out of Darcy’s teeny tiny palm publicly. And MYSTIKA could just be a kooky old crone. What would happen if she had just tricked her? If she fell in love with Darcy, only for her real mate to appear on her birthday? Luna didn’t like the thought of it being so easy to fall for anyone else but your mate. Maybe that’s why she chose to put all her eggs in MYSTIKA’s basket. Luna was probably too far gone now anyway. That terrified her even more.

“Where did you find it?” Darcy croaked.

Luna shrugged as coolly as she could, but Darcy’s reaction had stroked her ego just a little. Especially after being ignored. By her own mate, no less.

Possibly her mate, she corrected. Luna had to stop getting ahead of herself.

“Saw it on the floor,” she said.

“How did you know it was mine?” Darcy asked, dark eyes full of wonder and partly covered in runaway locks of hair. Luna almost laughed at the question, as though she hadn’t seen her every day since they started high school, sat side-by-side.

“Never seen you without it.” Luna dropped her head down a little. Darcy was always so far away, she needed a little stepping stool backpack to boost her up closer. “You’re practically naked,” she added directly into Darcy’s ear. It turned pink immediately. “You should be more careful.” Luna lifted the clip and pinched it open. With her other hand she brushed back the loose strands of wavy hair that had fallen into her face. Luna twisted it back the same way Darcy usually did and clipped it as carefully as she could. Darcy didn’t wince, so she could only assume she hadn’t hurt her. With her face bare once again, Luna couldn’t resist pecking a kiss to her forehead. It turned pink, too.

“I didn’t lose it. It was stolen,” Darcy said, so softly she could have missed it with human ears.

Luna frowned, and repeated, “Stolen?”

“Your… friends. They tried to touch me. When I ran away they pulled it out of my hair.”

Luna’s blood boiled within her. A switch had been flicked, setting her body temperature to lava level. Those idiots she called her friends, a collection of misfit dominants that were only good at following barked orders. And they couldn’t even do that right now. Luna had ordered them all to stay away from Darcy, but she hadn’t told them why. Too risky. The humiliation of Darcy not actually being her mate would kill her if MYSTIKA turned out to be a hoax. Luna would never have any authority again. Those meat heads would learn, though. Luna would ensure it.

“How many?” she snarled. “What did they look like?”

The outline of Darcy’s body seemed to turn blurred. Her expression nauseas. The pink of her skin turned patchy. Luna couldn’t tell if she was reacting to the mere thought of those morons, or if her lunch was coming back for vengeance.

After a few awkward seconds of silence, she seemed to compose herself. “Two,” she said on a slow out-breath. “One was tall and gross. The other one was short and gross.”

A laugh slipped out against her best attempt to hold it in. Luna loved Darcy’s sassy side. If only she could be so upfront all the time. Now was not the time to laugh at something like this, though. Luna schooled her face again to promise her, “they won’t touch you again.”

“Thanks,” Darcy whispered.

Luna took a few of what her alpha called ‘puffs of peace’. Long breaths to level her head. Luna was a beta, so it would be her duty one day to stand alongside the next alpha and help keep pack peace. At the very least she needed to get a grip on her own personal peace-keeping. Darcy watched her with wide eyes.

Once she had reduced the flames inside at least a little, she said, “I know you’ve been avoiding me. This is another reason why you need me nearby.”

Darcy said nothing in return and it irritated her again. Being snubbed was bad enough, but her desperate craving for her mate’s attention only served to piss her off more. It wouldn’t matter if she didn’t want it so badly.

Darcy dropped her eyes in a sweet and submissive way to look at her interlocked fingers and Luna’s heart squeezed. She couldn’t even force herself to stay pissed.

Luna slipped her hands up to take hold of Darcy’s jaw, pulling her up as far as her tiny body could stretch and lowering herself the rest of the way. Nose tips brushed. Darcy's soft and round, hers pointed. Luna pressed in, sealing their lips. Darcy was watching her with fluttering lashes. Flustered and adorable as always. It sent a possessive shot through her, to clutch the cute thing close and claim it. Luna dug her fingers into Darcy’s deeply curving sides and squeezed her in tighter. Soft, squishable skin was caged in against her. Darcy would reek of her after this, and it satisfied something in her gut to know it. She bit Darcy’s bottom lip and growled into her mouth to round off the claim. A pretty little whine had her clit throbbing. Darcy twisted her face a little defiantly, rosy cheeked and eyes darting anywhere but her own. Luna kissed her more in retaliation.

A bang echoed down the hallway. The noise sent a jolt of ice-cold fear through her veins. Luna jumped back to check the intruder. An old man shuffled from one of the offices at the other end of the hallway and out of the building. It was no one she knew and hadn’t even given them a once-over. When she caught her breath, Darcy was running away yet again.

Luna followed. She seemed furious, but if it was because she pulled away, that was an important tactical manoeuvre. Gossip was worth more than gold in this school, mirroring pack mentalities. It would do no good to have people talking about them like that. Luckily, the teacher hadn’t even noticed them. Darcy should be celebrating. Instead, she said nothing, staring straight ahead as she walked.

Darcy was very late for class once she had led her back to the gym, and the teacher shoo’d Luna off like a pest when she approached the changing rooms. She did a wide loop of the building and snuck back to the entrance again, but Darcy hadn’t left the changing rooms. Darcy's scent, mixed with hers, was still coming from inside.

Luna waited against the wall until the end of the lesson to walk her to her bus. Darcy's furious silence was all she got for gratitude. She hadn’t even thanked her for finding the clip. Luna watched her pack bus leave until it was completely out of sight before heading to her car.

Luna wasn’t a coward. People could know she had taken an interest in Darcy. They could know she had ordered them to stay away from her. But she couldn’t go around shouting about MYSTIKA’s prediction. If there was even a one percent chance the old bat was wrong… she may never recover her pride back. Luna had to help lead a pack for the rest of her life, her reputation meant something. The respect she received from others would determine the way she fulfilled her role. With only a month to go, they could keep the relationship low for now. It wouldn’t do any harm if the psychic was right or wrong. Either way, they would find out on her birthday. Darcy couldn’t avoid her then.