Page 4 of A Luna's Revenge (Stone Mountain Shifters)

Charlie-Devastation Day 2

I finally get out of bed at around 8:00 am, having tossed and turned for most of the night despite the melatonin. I pull on my workout gear and head straight to the gym.

Passing by the kitchen, I see skank is holding court yet again. Never have I felt so put out and forgotten before. Even after jumping like a puppet to her whims all night, Jenson is there this morning, still feeding her bites of food. She catches me looking and bestows upon me her classic smirk. Again, I roll my eyes. Doesn’t she realize that when she showed up and created a contest, I dismissed it as beneath me and dropped out? I am not thesecond best. I won't wait around for Jenson to wake up. I will not settle. I will be first, last, and only. This act of betrayal has taken me out of his orbit permanently.

I do my usual set in the gymand then work out on the bag. I notice some of the Enforcers are giving me the side eye. One brave Enforcer I am particularly fond of approaches. "Luna, uh—Charlie. Can I have a private word with you?"

I stop beating the bag, breathless. I reply, "Sure. Did you want to walk outside or go to my office?"

"Um, I guess just somewhere we can have a private conversation that won't be overhead. If you don't mind."

"Sure." I grab my towel. "Let's go to my office. I can be finished." He takes a towel and follows me to my office.

I close the door and offer him a chair. Instead of being so formal, I sit across from him in the other chair. "How can I help you, Reggie?"

He swipes at his sweaty hair to pull it from his eyes. It’s obvious he takes great care of his body. He is strong and handsome, with tats circling his beautiful arms. Talk about arm porn! His broad shoulders and fit muscular body are drool-worthy. I don’t see how he is still single.

He grimaces. "I know It’s none of my business, but I’ve known you since we were pups. You can tell me to mind my business, but I wanted to tell you what the pack members are saying.” He pauses, “They are saying that Alpha cheated on you with that female that showed up. I just wanted you to know that I don’t think you deserve that treatment. Especially not with the show they are putting on in the dining room.”

I am speechless. I didn’t expect anyone to be talking about it yet, but I guess I should have known. Packs are notorious for gossip. "Reggie," I began kindly, "I appreciate your kind words. I have to say, what is going on is complicated, and I’ve been feeling a bit forgotten by everyone.” I blink back tears. It feels so good for someone besides my parents to care.

He takes my hand in his and squeezesit. “We’ve known each other for a long time, and if you ever need to talk, I’m here for you.”

“I know you are, Reggie, and you are a good friend. Thanks for looking out for me.”

“I’m always here for you.” He drops his gorgeous head shyly.

I smile and give him a chaste kiss on the cheek.

“Charlie?” He croaks out as his gaze caresses my lips. “I hope you’ll forgive me for being so bold. I know this is forward and all kinds of inappropriate, but if you and Jenson ever break up, keep me in mind. I’ve always had the biggest crush on you.” He leans toward me and kisses my forehead softly. “And I promise always to be loyal to you.”

He turns to leave, glancing back and winking, "And if you ever need anyone to talk to you, you can count on me." he smiles sexily.

Oh girl, Lana pants, rolling onto her back and drooling. That’s the first time I've heard from her in a while. Maybe there is hope. I laugh, fanning myself.

Locking my door, I head to my apartment. I need a shower as I have a few things to take care of today.

After my shower, I dress in skinny jeans and a cute top. Strapping on my favorite sandals, I take out my purchases from the previous day. I pull out the itching powder I got at the gag gift shop. I carefully read the directions. Even though she is a skank, I don't want to cause harm to an innocent child. Nothing toxic, everything is harmless and expectant mother safe.

I open Jenson's underwear drawer and sprinkle a little powder inside, sneezing as I do. The powder has a light, pleasant lavender scent, similar to the sachets I use in my lingerie. Rubbing my nose to ease the slight itch, I pour a generous amount over his underwear, grab his hairbrush, and stir everything up to distribute it while covering my mouth and nose. If some gets in his hair, so be it. Next, I sprinkle a bit on his t-shirts, tapping them down with the brush so the powder is not noticeable.

I put the bottle away and close the drawers. I grab the hair remover and a bottle of shampoo from the bag—the brand Jenson uses religiously. I dump the shampoo down the drain, leaving a bit in the bottom, and pour in thecontents of the hair remover. Adding a little water, I shake it vigorously. Satisfied with the result, I replaced his shampoo bottle on the shelf with the hair remover spiked one. Hiding his regular bottle in my nightstand drawer rolled up in a hand towel. I move on to the next item on my list.

I pull a small toiletry gift basket from the bag and take out the lotion, body wash, and a bottle of powdered poison ivy I picked up at the apothecary. The poison ivy is used in various potions and remedies. After reading the label and checking online, I confirm that it won’t be toxic to the baby—just likely to cause a rash on theskank. Donning a pair of rubber gloves, I carefully add the powder to the lotion and body wash, making sure not to spill any on myself. I thoroughly mix the powder into the bottles using a long metal wire. Once the lids are tightened, I place them back in the basket with the loofah and a note: "Hope you enjoy. J."

Tying a ribbon around it, I head for the next little surprise. I have a small cardboard box with holes in it. Peeking inside, I see that one half is filled with live creepy crawlies, while the other side, separated by a divider, contains a small harmless snake. The pet shop referred to it as a snake and feeder combo, assuring me that the snake wouldn’t bite and wasn’t poisonous if it did.

I tiptoe down the stairs and see Jenson and the skank in the kitchen with a picnic basket. "Oh shoot!" I hope he doesn't go to the meadow. I prance downstairs. "Hey, Jenson. Where are you headed?"

He startles. "We are just having another nutritious lunch for the baby. I thought I would take her over to the lake. Vitamin D, you know."

"Yep." I say, letting the "P" pop. "Ok. I have a few errands to run in town, so I'll be out the rest of the day. See ya tonight."

"See you tonight. I love you, Charlie." Jenson grabs the skank's arm, pulling her out the door. Skank turns to me, smiles smugly, and waves with her fingers under her chin. I just roll my eyes. However, inside, I am gleefully rubbing my hands together; I throw my head back and laugh maniacally. As in the words of the immortal Mr. Harry Potter, "I solemnly swear I am up to no good!"

I make my way to the skank's room, clutching the itching powder, hair remover, snake, and creepy crawlies in my hot little hands. I turn the knob, and thankfully, it’s unlocked. I ease the door closed behind me and pull back the comforter. I open the box and shake out the creepy crawlies, but they seem to be dying, as they barely move there in the middle of the bed. I scoop some up to tuck under the pillow. Yuck! I should have brought my rubber gloves! Next, I release the snake. He slithers down toward the bottom of the bed and hides.

I replace the comforter and turn to the dresser. I open thedrawers until I find her underwear. I sprinkle a good amount inside. Lifting her hairbrush off the top of the dresser, I give it a good stir. Closing the drawer, that should do it!

I replace the hairbrush and remove the gift basket from my bag of goodies. I place it on the nightstand by the bed. I'm having second thoughts when I hear noises coming from the hall.

I quickly jump behind the door as it swings open. The housekeeper sighs, "She never turns this light off!" Flipping the light switch by the door. She swings the door shut and leaves. I hear steps retreating down the stairs. That was close.

Going to her ensuite, I grab her bottle of shampoo and conditioner. After emptying nearly all the contents of both bottles down the drain, I filled them with an entire bottle of hair remover. Jenson and the skank will have new matching hairdos soon. Cue another internal maniacal laugh.

Peeking out the door, I race across the hall to my room to get rid of the evidence.

After placing all my revenge booby traps, I go to the garage and get in my jeep. Town isn't far, so I soon arrive at my new attorney's office. I can't use the one Jenson and I usually do, as I don't want the divorce bombs to go off until everything else is lined up and ready to go.

We have no children or community assets. Everything is already divided between Jenson and me, and it’saclear-cut distribution of assets. Living in a no-fault territory makes things easy. The divorce will simply go through within thirty days of him being served. That will take care of the legal aspect. I’ve researched mate bond severing, and I have plans cooking for that, too. I hope that will go off without a hitch as well.

My appointment didn't take long. The attorney assured me they would have the documents ready to serve on Jenson the following evening. We agreed upon an exact time. I had to put things in place so there was no way he could trace me down once served. Therefore, he could not know until it was much too late. I am so done.

When I arrive home, chaos has descended. Skank had decided to nap and was greeted by a bed full of creepy crawlies. Apparently, she had just discovered them as she was screaming the house down.

Most pack members are on the Alpha floor, gawking at the scene. Jenson is standing at her door in his bathrobe with a head full of shampoo. Yeah! That stuff is soaking in!

I watch from the doorway innocently as Jenson collects the bugs, throwing them out the window. Hmm, no snake in sight. He either ran for the hills when the screaming started, or he’ll put in an appearance later tonight.

The skank is scratching her head violently, screaming something about the disgusting bugs, and taking a shower. I wonder if she has gotten in the itching powder already.

While Jenson and the skank are busy screaming at each other, I power walk back to the Alpha Apartment and switch out the untouched shampoo with the tainted one in the still-running shower. I promptly empty the contaminated shampoo, rinse the bottle, and throw it in the trash.

Mischief managed, am I right, Harry?

Eventually, the screaming subsides, and Jenson storms into the bedroom. His head is still covered in "shampoo," but all his luxurious hair seems to be slithering down his head inch by inch like a small creature. He keeps pushing it back out of his eyes, thinking it's just drooping into his face, but chunks are sliding down his back. A bald spot begins to develop on the crown.

He removes his robe and gets in the shower. He leaves the door open, so I can't resist peeking. There, hanging on the back of his robe thrown over the counter, are globs of "soapy" hair.

Meanwhile, he stands under the jets, simmering with anger, with the water washing over him, rinsing nearly every strand of hair from his head. My mouth falls open. That couldn't have worked out better if I had tried.

He reaches up to run his hands through his hair and freezes. He begins to pat and rub his head as if searching for something. Then the screaming starts again, but this time, it's Jenson. I run out of the room like my tail is on fire. I stride down the stairs and out the back door while another wave of the pack members run up the steps toward the screaming.

"How about a run, Lana?" Lana gets up off the floor, where she is rolling and laughing. Coming to the forward, she springs up, ripping through my clothes, and we are off on the most joyous run of our life.