My Miracle Luna
Chapter 92

{Wyatt's P.O.V.}

I never thought the day would come that I could piss off my mate to the point where she felt the need to use her powers on me, but that's exactly what happened when I finally came clean with Megan about the Rylee clone. The minute she caught me in a lie, I knew that I was in deep s**t. Megan used her power of mind control on me and forced me to tell her everything I knew about the clone, that creating her with Svetlana was my idea, and that Svetlana is now a man posing as the clone's master, and that the clone has a mission which I figured out is to draw out the vampire using her powers.

"Dearest,"

"Don't!" she pointed her finger at me as I was on my knees with my arms above my head. She was using my mother's tactics against me now, and by force. "Don't even start trying to butter me up, Wyatt," she snarled. "Megan, I didn't know that she would send the clone here,"

"Why would you even want her to create one!?!"

"She said that the vampire can't tell the difference between the real individual and the clone, so I thought maybe having a clone of yourself could be used as a distraction so we could plan ahead. I didn't know the details of the plan because I didn't want you to find out,"

"KIND OF LATE FOR THAT!!!" she screamed. Thankfully, my mom was taking care of Sam. "Wyatt, we just got finished talking about me going back to being Rylee after all this is over. What would have happened had my clone actually been taken by him?!? I would have to stay Megan for the rest of my life, or at least until he figured out that she is a fake! Because then he would come back for me!"

"I know, I realize that now and I'm sorry, baby. But I was desperate to protect you after you told me about your premonition,"

"Wyatt, my premonition was only a warning to prepare us and possibly change the outcome of everything. But if Alessandro were to take my clone and find out she's a fake, he would most definitely come back! That doesn't fix anything!"

“། I get it, okay. I wasn't thinking of the bigger picture," I admit. I hated to admit it, but I was wrong. "The idea of the clone was a quick decision at the time, but I think we can use her to our advantage now," "How?"

"Svetlana said that you will come into play when the time comes and that you will know what to do when it does," she scowled at me and glared. "I don't know the details, and honestly, I don't think your clone does either," she scoffed and crossed her arms. "Why did you lie to me? You could have just told me the truth,"

"I did it to protect you, and again, as I said, I had no idea the clone was going to show up here,"

"Well she is here, and I'm fighting with myself to keep my mate away from me...That doesn't even make sense,"

"Can I get up from the floor?" I asked her. She finally released her telepathic hold on me, and I got up. I rolled my shoulders to get rid of the lactic acid that built up over the last 45 minutes of her interrogation. Once I got the feeling back in my arms, I gently grabbed her by the shoulders. "I know that this is not ideal, and unfortunately, it's too late to try and come up with a different plan. According to Svetlana, the vampire will be on our doorstep in less than a day, two at most. I need to spend more time with your clone training her. Obviously, with the continued use of her powers, it will only give the vampire a better opportunity to track her down, and when the time comes, I need you to be ready, both of you," she lets out a sigh and nods her head. I hug her and kiss the top of her head. "I'm still mad at you for lying," she says as she hits my back.

"I don't doubt that, but hold onto that anger,"

"Why?"

"Use it against the vampire,"

{Imposter Rylee's P.O.V.}

"Rylee, you can't get too attached to the Alpha!" my master yelled at me.

"You said that I needed to take my place here!"

"I did, but I also told you not to get attached again. Your job as the Luna of this pack is to protect it, and your mate! If you get attached, how do you plan on completing your mission!?"

"Why does it have to be me!? Megan has powers too and she's just as strong as I am!"

"Keep your voice down!" he sneers at me. "Megan is not the chosen one, you are. You did what you had to do and used your powers against her,"

"Why didn't you tell me she was a Primordial like me?"

"I don't believe that she is. Just because she has powers does not mean she is like you. There are plenty of blessed wolves out there in the world that isn't your kind. They could have witches in their family line or be blessed by the moon goddess," "This is stupid! I never asked for this!" I shout and cross my arms.

"You may not have, but it is your destiny, and you must fulfill it or we all die! That includes Wyatt!" I looked at him in frustration as he used my love for Wyatt against me.

"You never explained to me why you're so obsessed with getting rid of the vampire,"

"You're right, I didn't, and I'm not going to. All you need to know that it's not just me who wants him gone. Every supernatural being needs him gone,"

"Who is the bride that he is looking for, and why do I have to be the one to draw him out?"

"Have you not heard a word I said? You are the chosen one. If he finds his bride, we all die! Is that what you want? For you, Wyatt, and your pack to die because you're too jealous that he moved on when you're the one who rejected him?" "Do you have to keep throwing that back at my face!?"

"If it means you get your act together, then yes!" he shouted at me. "Rylee, the vampire is on his way here, and from what you have told me, the Alpha is training you to fight him. He believes in you, that has to count for something," I just nodded. "Then use your love for your mate to protect everyone else. That is what a Luna does. She sacrifices for the greater good," I hated that he was right. All I've known is that I want to be the Luna that I failed to be all because of the issues Wyatt, and I had with the loss of his memories. Even though I'm just the Rylee he knew after I left, it doesn't stop the fact that we were once destined, and the breaking of our bond is what allowed the vampire to learn of my existence. Now I have the chance to fix it all and do what it is that I need to do. Even if that means losing Wyatt forever.

"Rylee, the time is drawing near, and you must be ready. When the time is right, you will know what to do," my master says to me. I nod my head and he vanishes before my very eyes. I close my eyes and let out a deep breath.

He was right, the time was drawing near, and I had a mission to accomplish if I wanted to save Wyatt and my pack. I still wonder how that Megan girl has powers, but I don't dwell on it for too long. I need to concentrate on the vampire and my plan of attack when he comes. I just hoped that what I know is enough.

{Alessandro's P.O.V.}

After a grueling twenty-hour flight, I have finally landed in Detroit, Michigan. I will never understand how werewolves can live amongst humans this way. What I hate the most is that it is currently the middle of the day, and I cannot go outside. "General, we have secured the safe house here, and have made sure it is ready for you," my captain says.

"Where is it located?" I asked. He shows me a map and the address of the safe house. I concentrate on the location and shimmer there. I land right into the living room, and it is fully darkened with curtains and all of the lights are off. There is some light from the cracks behind the curtains, but not enough to cause me any harm.

"Egor!" I call for my idiotic nephew. He appears in a puff of silver smoke and bows his head.

"Master," he bows his head.

"Let's get started. We need to do research on the Blue Lake pack before we go retrieve my bride,"

"Yes, sir,"

Five hours later, and the sun has finally started to set. Egor and I have come up with plenty of information regarding the Blue Lake pack.

Alpha Wyatt Valencia, 27 years old. CEO to an architect company. Both parents alive, a younger sister who is mated to his Beta. Pack size of over 800, impressive for a young Alpha. His Luna, and my bride-to-be, Rylee Duquesne, 19 years old, Primordial. Orphaned, then turned into a slave. Ran away from her pack when the Alpha lost his memories. That's why their bond broke.

"Master, it says that the Alpha has a new mate, and a son," Egor says.

"That is of no importance to me," I say to him and wave off the information. I look at my watch and see that the sun has fully set by now. "I must feed and get rest. We will go to Blue Lake tomorrow night with our army of vampires. Send word back home and give all of them the coordinates of the Blue Lake pack,"

"Yes, master. Enjoy your hunt," he says and bows his head.

"Oh, I will," I answer. I grab the keys off the wall and go to the car that is waiting in the driveway. I am confused as the driver's side is on the left and not the right as it is in Europe. I shake off the confusion and easily adjust.

Unlike vampires of this age in time who have learned to adapt and curb their blood lust for humans, I have not. I still crave the warmth of fresh human blood and enjoy the thrill of the hunt. Hearing the screams as I attack, feeling their pulse weaken as I exsanguinate their lifeline from their delicious jugular vein as my master taught me to do when he was still alive.

The stories that I have heard of him created by humankind make me want to vomit. The count was more than just a mere vampire. He was 'the' vampire. He had no weaknesses. A stake to the heart was child's play for him. Garlic, a crucifix, holy water, please. None of that could hurt him. The only thing that could harm the count was the bite of a werewolf, and not just any werewolf, a Primordial. And that's exactly what happened to him.

William Corvino, the first Primordial to ever exist, succeeded in killing the king of vampires with a single bite of werewolf venom. And now, I have made it my life's mission to destroy the werewolves. And the only way to do that is to mate with the female. The most powerful Primordial, yet, the only two ever in existence up until now died while trying to give me an heir, well, while being forced to give me an heir.

This new female, however, Rylee, is the key. She is the chosen one. The last female to ever be born. She is the key to my success at having an heir so powerful, he or she will destroy the supernatural world. He or she will be the next king or queen and only my bloodline along that of the Primordial will reign.

As I linger on the thoughts of my heir ruling the world, I came upon a small club and see vampire fangs on the outside.

"Club Count?" I say out loud looking at the sign. Humans and their never-ending worship of my late master. I park the car and head towards the entrance, ignoring the line of patrons waiting to get in,

"Hold it there, buddy, end of the line is back there," a man who weighs three hundred pounds says to me. I can smell that he is human. I pull out my wallet and hand him $1,000 U.S. Dollars. He takes the cash and lets me pass. Humans will do anything for money and are easily bribed. I enter the club, and the stench of human waste and alcohol flood my senses.

I make my way around and scour the crowd looking for my next meal. It's always so much easier to get a human when they are inebriated and discombobulated from narcotics. As I work my way around, I see a young brunette behind the bar. She is quite lovely. She has long brown hair, green eyes, a small nose, and what appears to be freckles across her cheeks and nose. She is quite small as well.

"Hey there gorgeous, what can I get for you?" she asks me

"Your name for starters," I answer. She taps her finger to her chest, and I see a name tag, "Dianna, beautiful name for a beautiful young lady,"

"If that's your way of hitting on me, it's not going to work. Now, are you going to order a drink, or not because I have about 100 other patrons who are,"

"Your strongest and most expensive cognac," I order, "Actually, make that a double," she smirks and walks to a shelf. I see her pull out a bottle of Dictador 2 Masters cognac. She has good taste. I watch as he pours me a double and slides it down the bar to me. She puts the bottle away and comes back,

"That's $80 a shot, and since you got a double, that's going to $160, babe," she said to me. I hand $200,

"Keep the change," she smirks and walks away again. This young brunette has definitely caught my attention. Not only have I found my next meal, but I believe I found my next angel of the night.

I wait for the night to end at the club, and at three in the morning, humans start to get kicked out of the club. I wait in my car, and towards around four, Dianna the bartender comes out.

"Be safe you guys, see you in a few days!" She shouts to the other bartenders and security guards. I notice that she is walking. I start up my car and stalk her from afar. She walks several blocks and then turns the corner down an alley. I park on the side of the road and get out. I go down the same alley and find that she is nowhere in sight.

I sniff for her, but the smell of sewage and garbage is making it hard for me to catch her scent. I close my eyes to concentrate when I feel a knife to my throat. I open my eyes, and Dianna is holding a blade to my carotid artery,

"Why the f**k are you following me?"

"You intrigue me," I answer her honestly.

"Stalking is illegal,"

"Do I look like someone who cares?" her heart starts to race, and I feel the warmth of her humanity take over me like a drug. This human was very enticing. Her grip on the blade loosens and she slightly lowers it from my artery. I grab her arm, cover her mouth, and slam her against the wall. She moans and tries to scream but she can't. "Dianna, you entice me, and I can't understand why, but you do," she grunts and tries to fight me. The way she moves is rubbing against me, and slowly, I feel myself getting aroused with her movements.

I rip the knife out of her hand and throw it several feet away so she can't reach it again. While still covering her mouth, I pick her up with my other arm, wrapping her legs around me, and nestling between her legs. Her eyes bulge out of her head as I start to rub my hardened shaft against her. She tries to fight it, but I watch as her eyes flutter from the pleasure, and her scent of gratification hits me.

"Do not fight it," I whisper in her, and use my vampire powers to control her. Though, I did not need much of it. I take my hand off of her mouth as I continue to rub against her.

"Ah...Mmmm..." she moans. I capture her lips in a searing kiss, and her taste drives me wild. This is the most delicious human I have ever tasted. I pull away and s**k on her neck where I will take her blood shortly. "Please, f**k me," she begs. "f**k me please," "Are you sure?" I ask with a hiss.

"f**k yes, I need it. I want it," while pressing her body against the wall with mine, I unbuckle my pants, rib her shorts open, and tear her underwear off her body. I enter her and I must admit, I've been with many women, but this was by the warmest and tightest p***y I have ever experienced. "f**k yes!" she moaned loudly as I gave her the best f*****g of her human life. "Dianna, you are my new angel of the night, and you will serve me for all eternity," I tell her.

"Wh..." before she can say the word, I push her head to the side and bite her vein. I cover her mouth with my hand as she screams from the pain of losing all of her blood. First I feed on her, enjoying her sweet taste. Just as I feel her heart stop, I pump her full of vampire venom. Once I feel that it is enough, I feed her my blood from my wrist and empty my seed into her at the same time.

I could feel the sun rising. I make myself decent, and quickly carry her to the car. I have just enough time to make it to the safe house to complete her transformation. Dianna will make an excellent addition to my collection.