Chapter 165 - 165- The Worries Of The Moon

"You are amazing." Luke told him. 

"W-what?" The young wolf stuttered and jumped back surprised. His face slowly turned into an adorable green eyed tomato as he fidgeted, unaware of how he should respond to Luke's words. 

"I've never met someone like you before. I am more than a century old and it's the first time that I…"

"What do you mean?" Alexander asked him, he didn't want to get his hopes up. He had decided after his failed attempt and the enormous embarrassment of the towel to never try again. At least not until he was perfectly ready. 

But at this moment, underneath the moonlight as he felt the breeze pass through his hair, his eyes stuck on Luke, as the words he said replayed on his mind he just couldn't let it go. Amazing, he had called him that. Alexander thought and his heart trembled. The way he said it. His deep voice showing a slight shock but at the same time his moon like eyes were excited. A bit widened, as he stared into his fragile soul. 

Luke stayed silent for a while, wondering if he should continue this conversation any longer. He was aware of Alexander's feelings. He had realized it and he had heard him clearly when he professed his love to him but what about Luke? What was he feeling as he looked at him, fidgeting waiting for an honest reply? Yes, Alexander had drawn his interest, he wasn't like anyone else in the pack, he was kind and calm, beautiful and pure. He was scared easily and blushed at the slightest show of affection or even when their eyes would simply meet. He was different and Luke couldn't not stop noticing him, worrying about him but was he in a state where he could be with someone like him? He was angry all the time, he would lose control easily, who knew what he could do to him one day? Hurt him to the point of no return. 

Yes, Luke indeed liked him. He liked him enough to not want to destroy. He was fully aware who he was, of that raging darkness inside him. He still didn't know how to control it, how to make it yield to his will. The way he was right now he could never be with someone as fragile as Alexander, he would break him and then destroy himself from the guilt even more. 

"Well it's getting late. Mikael will be back soon. Should we look around for him? I think we should return to the compound." Luke suggested, getting up and leaving Alexander sitting there alone. 

"Wait" The boy mumbled and timidly grabbed his sleeve. He was not looking at him, his eyes glued to the ground and Luke frowned. He shouldn't have been this repulsive, now he has made things worse. 

"What is it? We will need to get back" He said in a carefree tone, trying to ignore the tension.

"You can't do that…" Alexander whispered. 

"What?"

"You can't do that!" he said louder, his head snapping back, his olive eyes teary. "You just said I'm amazing. Do you know how that makes me feel? You can't pretend you never said it. It hurts." 

No matter what Luke did he ended up hurting others. The moment he laid his eyes on another person it was as if he had cursed them to suffer. This time though it was different, it wasn't just his eyes, or a fleeting feeling of interest. It was also different from what he felt with Allias. There was no unexplained pull, no burning lust or the need to dominate him. When he saw Alexander all he wanted to do was protect him, cherish him. It was a moment that was so faded on his mind, the start of his worries, the beginning of the secret gazes. When did it really happen? So fast he didn't even realize it. But it was fruitless. He had already hurt him and he would certainly do it again. 

"I will go look for Mikael." He said trying to brush his words off. He slapped his hand away, Alexander staring at him stunned as he walked away. He wiped his tears and stood up, following after him with big leaps, trying to catch but Luke obviously did not want to be caught. Their paces became faster, their breathing ratchet and unstable. Luke was aware that Alexander couldn't follow him for much longer. He was a lot weaker and more tired than him in general so at some point he would have to give up. 

He was truly aware how childish this was. He was running away from a seventeen-year-old boy because he was scared to face his feelings. It was ridiculous. He had met so many women, he had been in a destructive relationship with a King but still in front of him he didn't know what to say or how to act. 

Soon he heard Alexander's footsteps come to a halt. He wasn't following him anymore, thankfully. Luke slowed down his pace and stopped. Turning around make sure they were far away from the other. It was around two hundred meters. That was the distance between them but to Luke it seemed like an endless road that even if he took a step to reach him, he would just remain in the same spot. He was not making any progress. 

Alexander was right in front of him, panting with flushed cheeks. He brought his palms around his mouth creating a megaphone and stared at him, angrily. 

"Don't run away you coward! Get back here!" he screamed. "Talk to me! I will listen! No matter what you need to say, no matter what you fear I will listen to all of it. I won't leave. I swear so just please…stop running." 

Those words hit Luke like a tidal wave, gold and destructive, it was the first time someone had confronted him so shamelessly, had spoken to him with such clarity. It was a wave cold at first but it warmed up his heart. Would it really be alright? He wondered and took a step forward, noticing how Alexander's eyes lit up. He smiled filled with joy but then, he instantly frowned, blinking as his body began to waver. 

"What the…" he mumbled before he lost control of his body. 

He crushed down the road, unconscious.