The Wolf God's Unwanted Luna

Chapter 147: Lethal Kick

I stood up from the floor and stretched my aching muscles. The sharp, salty scent of old tears still lingered heavily in the air, but I deliberately ignored it to spare him any more embarrassment.

"Well," I said teasingly, offering him a small smile, "I could start by attacking anyone who walks into my house uninvited."

He snorted softly. "Yeah, I noticed."

I scratched the back of my head, feeling a little sheepish about my violent welcome earlier. My wolf curled up uncomfortably inside me, silently chastised once again for her chaotic aggression. She deeply regretted it now. So did I.

"I really am sorry about that, Albericus. I honestly didn’t know."

His head jerked toward me so fast you’d think I’d just slapped him across the face. His green eyes went wide in utter disbelief, and he pointed both hands straight at me as if I’d just announced I was the Moon Goddess herself descending from the heavens.

"Did you just say my actual name?" he asked, his voice dropping into a tense whisper as if the sacred sound might vanish into thin air if he spoke too loudly.

I crossed my arms over my chest and gave him a deadpan look. "Yes, I said your name."

His entire face lit up instantly. He clapped his hands together like an overexcited pup and actually bounced on his heels right in front of me. "Finally! I’ve been waiting so damn long for this moment!" He hastily pulled his phone out from his back pocket, tapping the screen with lightning speed before aiming the camera lens right at my face.

"Okay, okay... go! I’m recording now. Say it again!"

I narrowed my eyes at him. "Doing this just makes me not want to say it ever again."

"Oh, come on," he pouted playfully, a wide grin breaking across his face. "I literally just cried in front of you! You owe me big time."

I rolled my eyes, my lips twitching into a reluctant smile despite myself. "Fine."

He lifted the phone a little higher to catch my expression. "And... go!"

I let out a soft sigh. "Albericus."

For a full second, he went completely still. Blank-faced. Absolutely no reaction.

Then he dropped his phone right onto the rug and burst into uncontrollable, gut-busting laughter. He collapsed to the floor and rolled onto his back, cackling wildly as if I had just delivered the absolute funniest joke in modern history.

I stared down at him, my eyebrows drawing together in a heavy frown. Okay... maybe he’s still emotionally unstable from earlier? What if this is some weird post-breakdown coping mechanism?

But then I heard what he managed to gasp out between frantic wheezes, and every bit of my genuine concern vanished into thin air.

"Dayyuummm. That shit sounded so dry," Algebra wheezed through his laughter, smacking the floor repeatedly with both palms.