by Casey Morgan
“What do you mean?”
“I only met you a few days ago, but I’m sure these things you’re feeling have been going on long before I got here. They probably started around the time Flint showed up.”
“I—” Anson steps forward.
“He’s the one who has put a spell on you. I can see it in your aura, the confusion.” I hold up a hand, hovering over him. I can’t actually touch a person’s aura, but I’ve always wondered what it would be to. It’s like their inner workings.
“No!” he shouts. I put my hands down when he does. “All this trouble started when you showed up. After you touched me back in the woods.”
“Did it? Think Anson. It’s never been me. It’s never been anyone but Flint.”
I can his mind racing behind his eyes. Yes, he’s angry, but there’s so much more happening. He’s been inching towards all of this time. He’s feeling the same things I am, even if he isn’t aware of it. I have to make him see what is really going on here before I lose my mate forever.
Chapter Seven
Luna
I reach out and grab his arm. Anson tries to pull away, but I’ve surprised him, so he isn’t fast enough. When our skin comes into contact, that same electric jolt passes between him and me. Anson looks shocked, but, this time, he doesn’t run away. He lets me touch him. I bring my hand up his arm with a gentle brush.
“Do you feel that?” I whisper. He nods. I pull him even closer to me. “I’m your mate. My touch heals you. That’s why it felt so weird in the clearing. Not because I was putting a spell on you but because I was removing one.”
Anson looks down into my eyes. I can feel the heat of his large, muscular body.
“My head does feel clearer.” He’s brought the level of his voice down. The anger that was bursting from him is gone.
I run my fingers up his muscular bicep to the edge of his broad shoulders. “See. I wasn’t lying. I’m here to help you, not hurt you.”
His breath catches. “I don’t know. I don’t know anything about you, Luna.”
I can see where he’s coming from. I just dropped into his life at what might be his worst moment, but I need him to put his trust in me.
“Do you want to get to know me?”
“How?”
We’re just a breath apart at this point. The only point of contact is still my hand on his shoulder. I want to touch him elsewhere. I’m aching for it. I’ve never wanted someone or something so badly. No one has ever taken me. My powers have left me a virgin.
I move my fingers up his body until I am cupping his cheek. He gets my hint and moves his lips towards mine. There’s a moment where we stare at one another. The moment before the leap.
And then he kisses me. This touch is even more electric than when it was a simple hand on his arm. My entire body buzzes with energy. I reach up and wrap both arms around his thick neck.
Anson brings his hands to the small of my back, pushing my body into his. I feel every inch of him from his rock-hard chest to the growing bulge in his pants. My pussy throbs as I think about him being inside me. If a kiss is this wonderful, I can only imagine losing my innocence to him.
Anson’s hand snakes between our bodies, pulling at my pants. He pushes his fingers past my waistband and into my underwear. I feel as fingers go over my mound before reaching my folds. He doesn’t immediately insert a digit, instead opting to tease me. He bites my bottom lip while running the pad of his finger over my pussy lips. I jerk my hips to get more contact, but he’s tactful with what he allows.
“Shhh.”
I’m not making much noise, but I know exactly what that command means. Anson wants me to behave, to control myself, but I’m not sure if I can. I nod, agreeing even though I just want him, right now, this very instant.
I’m surprised when he suddenly turns aggressive, pushing me up against a wall. My back hits it with a thud, a grunt coming out of me.
“Is this why you came here? To seduce me?” He growls in my face.
I didn’t plan on the night ending like this, but I knew I had to tell him that we are destined to be together.
“Does it matter?” I don’t want him to stop. I plan on seeing this thing through to the end, and, if my intuition is right, so does he.
“I don’t know.”
Anson forcefully pulls my pants down, leaving them wrapped around my ankles. My underwear is next.
The alpha finally gives me a little bit of what I want, sliding a finger inside of me. “Jesus Christ, you’re so wet.” He sounds surprised, but my body and mind know what I want.
His single finger swirls inside of me. I bite my bottom lip to keep my whimpers from coming out of my mouth. I arch my back against the cold wall. Every muscle inside of me is tense, and all Anson has done is barely given me a taste.
I’ve never had an orgasm. This simple treatment he is giving me is enough to set me off. My body racks itself with little tremors before my senses explode around me, white light peppering my peripheral vision. I bite my tongue and manage to keep myself quiet but just barely.
“You’re so beautiful,” Anson whispers to me, his lips inches from mine.
I’m usually not a shy person, but comments on my appearance always make me a little anxious. It’s because I stand out so much from the rest of the pack with my white-blonde hair. Even in wolf form, a snow-white wolf is a rarity, so people are always staring. And not many people have called me beautiful except for my parents.
I just have a hard time with that stuff.
“You don’t have to say that.” I try to look down at the ground, but Anson holds my chin.
“I mean it. The moment I saw you, I thought you were angel, that you couldn’t be real. You’re bewitching, Luna.”
I don’t know what to say, so I kiss him. While our tongues dance together, I bring my hands down to his pants. I unbutton his jeans and push the denim over his ass. I grip his cheeks, digging my nails into his smooth skin. Everything about touching Anson is so delicious. I could stay here forever if I knew our families would be safe, but this moment can only be temporary.
When I push his underwear down, Anson’s cock hits my stomach. It pushes up my shirt slightly, the wet tip brushing my bare skin. It’s so big, I wonder if I can fit all of him inside me.
I wrap my fingers around his shaft and give him a few pumps. Some precum drips onto my fingers, making them sticky. I bring them up to my lips and lick it off, savoring Anson’s musky scent and flavor.
“Fuck,” he grumbles. He hikes one of my legs up, hooking my knee in the crook of his elbow. I’m open and waiting for him to take my virginity. “We shouldn’t be doing this,” Anson says.
“Why?”
He brings his free hand up my body until his fingers can wrap around one of my breasts. There’s power in his hold, but he isn’t using it against me.
Anson doesn’t answer me, instead opting to crush his mouth into mine. I throw my arms over his shoulders, pressing my body into his as much as I possibly can. His cock is pressed between the two of us. The velvety skin brushes over my stomach. I feel Anson making adjustments between us before the head of his dick rubs along my folds.
“I’m going to fuck you,” he growls.
“Mmhm,” I nod, biting my lip.
Tingles form in the pit of my stomach in anticipation. Anson had invaded my thoughts ever since I saw him when I was spying from outside his window. This may not have been my original intention when I came to the Stayman camp, but it’s all I want now.
Anson slowly starts sliding into me, his dick stretching my pussy walls. I throw my head back against the concrete. I didn’t expect him to be this… difficult to accommodate. I’m being pushed to my limits.
But, somehow, I want to be pushed further.
He thrusts in further. There is a little rip feeling, but then overwhelming pleasure fills me as his cock slips into my pussy. Anson gets his entire member inside and takes a moment's rest.
“Are you okay?” he a
sks me.
“Keep going,” I nod, feeling breathless.
He moves his hand down my body, going all the way to my leg. He hooks my other knee over his free arm, so I’m suspended, the wall and Anson holding me up. I grab onto my elbows, my arms still wrapped around his neck.
Anson moves his pelvis, pulling his shaft in and out of me. The movements cause my back to rub up against the wall, a slight friction forming. Our bodies come together, the pressure building up in my lower body. I am hanging onto Anson for dear life. Without his enormous strength, I am sure I would be a puddle on the floor.
Anson keeps his pace, torturing me with the sweet movements of his cock. I moan with my entire throat, all of my bubbling feelings pushing out the wanton sound.
Anson buries his head in the crook of my neck as his actions become more frenzied. I feel his cum shoot into me, dripping down my thighs. I orgasm against him, clawing at his broad back. Feelings of electricity shoot through my body as my pussy quivers on his shaft. My head spins, and my breath only comes in pants.
I hold onto him as our bodies calm down. The tiredness causes Anson to lower me to the floor, but he never loses hold of me.
We drop to the basement floor. I’m situated in his lap, his arms still wrapped around my waist.
“What just happened?” he asks me.
I cup his cheek with my hand, looking into his eyes. Anson still looks confused, but it’s different from before.
“We had sex.” I shrug.
“I know, I know,” he shakes his head.
He lets out a massive sigh and moves around so I’m forced to get off of him. Something isn’t sitting right with the alpha, that much is obvious. It looks like I’ve managed to place doubt in his head but not fully convince him that he needs to do something about Flint.
I look around the floor and pick up the clothes of mine that got thrown around. Anson does the same. We quickly get dressed, and I look to the alpha to know what to do.
“Are you okay?” I go to touch him, but he moves away. Retracting my fingers, I see the shame in his aura. He’s feeling bad about something, and I have no doubt in my mind it has to do with what just happened between us.
Anson doesn’t seem like the type who would want to talk about his feelings, and I don’t think I’ll be able to get him to open up to me down here in this dark basement.
“What do you want to do now?”
He runs a hand through his hair. “You can’t stay here.”
“I can’t?”
I’m not sure what I expected him to say, but what he said surprises me.
“No. Clearly, after what’s just happened, I can’t keep you locked up in our basement.”
“Okay, so what are you going to do?”
He doesn’t answer me immediately, taking some time to think. As the alpha, he has the power to have his people let me go, but I’m guessing he doesn’t want Flint to find out.
“Follow me,” he says.
He goes towards the door. Quickly, I gather myself and follow him up the stairs, thinking about what I’ll have to do next in order to get Flint out of our lives.
Chapter Eight
Anson
I sneak upstairs with Luna. Right now, I need to be alone to think about everything that just happened, but first, she needs to get out of here. I can’t in good conscience keep a woman I slept with here. I've been going against my instincts all on the recommendation of Flint. I still believe he had good intentions, but I've got to start making moves on my own.
I don’t know why I felt so compelled to sleep with this woman. It wasn’t the smart thing to do. Luna’s a part of the Mathis clan. They’ve been our enemies for a long while, and currently, things are even worse. Obviously, it would be better for me not to engage with Beau’s sister in any way, but there’s something about Luna. I’m drawn to her for whatever reason. She says it because she’s my mate, but I can’t trust her. Why should I? I barely know anything about her, and she appeared in my life so suddenly at such a bad time.
I need more time to think about all of this.
We get outside, close to the forest.
“You need to go now,” I tell her in a whisper.
Luna looks like she wants to tell me something, but having a conversation out here is too risky. She must understand the danger because she shifts before running off. I get a quick glance back, but she is gone as quickly as she came.
With her safe, I am able to relax a little. Thoughts of her safety did worry me. I am the alpha, but I don’t know how much power I have in this situation. Especially if I am under some kind of spell.
I turn around to head back inside, running straight into Flint.
“Holy shit!” He scares the living daylights out of me.
How long has he been lurking there? It’s like he comes out of nowhere, hiding in the shadows until he wants to be seen. I thought my senses were more attuned, but Flint has been challenging that notion.
“What are you doing?!”
He’s yelling at me as if I am beneath him, which is something I do not appreciate. I may have been slipping lately, but I'm still the leader around here, meaning I expect respect.
“I’m not doing anything that concerns you.”
I try to walk past him, but Flint grabs onto my arm with amazing strength. He doesn’t look stronger than me, but the power in his hold is very fucking intense. It’s more than even the strongest of wolves. It does not feel of this world.
“I saw you letting her go. Why did you do that?” His hot breath hits my face.
I don’t appreciate this line of questioning. He isn’t someone I have to answer to. I may have made him my second in command, but I’m still number one around here and expect to be treated as such.
“I don’t have to tell you anything.” I pull my arm again, trying to get out of his hold.
“You need to be punished for letting the prisoner go.”
“And you’re going to do it?” I don’t know what’s going on. Why is Flint coming at me so aggressively? “I don’t know if you remember, but I am the alpha. I can do what I like, and I do not need to ask you for permission.”
A fire turns on in Flint’s eyes, fury painting his face.
“Staymans!” he yells out. “We have an emergency!” It’s loud enough for the pack to start streaming out of every corner of the compound. It doesn’t take long for the elders and some of the other pack members to crowd around the two of us.
“What is going on?” Ershin barks.
So many people are showing signs of aggression that are uncharacteristic of them. First Flint, now Ershin. It feels like they’re all slowly turning against me.
“Anson has been seduced by the enemy. He gave that woman the pack’s secrets before letting her go.”
That is not what happened at all, at least I don’t think so. I guess Luna did seduce me in a way, but I didn’t tell her any secrets… Unless you count the one about our silver mine. But things didn’t happen the way people are saying they did. I mean, I don’t think they have. Jesus Christ, my head is swimming. I don’t know what happened, not really, not anymore.
My silence is seen as suspicious because the pack erupts in anger. Murmurs pass through the crowd. It’s a hubbub of talk, but I can pick up on the fact that some of them are out for blood. I’m losing control of my pack to mob mentality.
Before I know it, I’ve been grabbed, and my family is hauling me off to the great room of the manor. So many have gathered for this trial. A lot of people are still nursing their injuries. It looked terrible on the battlefield, and in the light of day, the wounds aren’t looking any better. That’s my fault. Even though it doesn’t really feel like it right now, I am the alpha, and my wolves are my responsibility. It makes sense that every single one of them is mad at me about the events of last night.
“I know none of us ever expected this,” Flint starts, “but Anson clearly cannot be trusted in his position anymore.”
Is Flint going to be r
unning this meeting? I don’t know how to feel about him anymore. Luna has gotten into my head, and I’m wondering if everything she said was right. That Flint isn’t to be trusted, that he’s been playing both sides the entire time. What would that mean for our pack? What would that mean for me?
“Flint. Thank you for alerting us,” Ershin tells him. “But, we do not need you to speak for Anson in this trial.”
“But I’m the one—”
“With all due respect, you are a newcomer, and your opinion and arguments will not hold much weight here. We have people to run this trial already.”
Ershin turns towards the door, and Pax and Tamir walk in. No one but Flint and I are surprised. I am so happy to see my nephews. I’ve missed them ever since the exile. I know it was my orders that sent them away, but I agonized about that decision. That doesn’t change the fact that I made it. I have been regretting it, but I didn't want to appear weak by reversing my decision.
Look where that has gotten me.
“We’ve come here to present evidence,” Tamir speaks. He sounds so in command and control. It’s why he was my second in command. I trusted him with my life but then threw out over something I can barely remember at this point. “Since my exile, I’ve kept in contact with some of the elders. We feel that the time has come to talk about some of the things that have happened.”
“Tamir is going to stand in for Anson in the trial. We have evidence to present, and hopefully, we can get to the bottom of all of this,” Pax speaks next.
I don’t know how to feel about all of this. I’m kind of relieved that Pax and Tamir are here, but I don’t know who to trust. I did throw my nephews out, so I wouldn’t be surprised if they hated me. The pack is mad at me because of the failed battle last night. I don’t even think Flint is on my side. He’s the one who called this trial.
Thinking all of this through, I’m not sure if I have any friends left here.
“We’ll start with Anson telling us his side of what has happened.” Tamir and the rest of the room turns towards me. I don’t have a single thing prepared to say. I don’t even know what’s really going on. What do I say? If I say I don’t know, they’re all going to look at me like I’m crazy, which is exactly how I feel. How did things get this far?
