90 Days To Win Back My Ex-Luna Back

ROSALIE’s POV

Oh fuck… why is my ex-husband’s bare body pressed against mine, his hand was already sliding between my thighs while my fiancé was in the bathroom, barely a few feet away.

I could barely speak as I clamped my legs together around his fingers in a weak struggle.

“Already this wet for me?” His voice was a dark, rough purr against my ear. “Three years and your cunt still opens for me like it never stopped belonging to me.”

I shook my head and once again to protest but it came out as a weak moan… every thrust of his fingers dragged another shameless sound out of me. 

“Stop… Elijah, we can’t…”

He cut me off by shoving a third finger inside, and as I let out another moan, his lips crashed against mine without warning. 

The kiss was punishing, fueled by a raw, demanding hunger that I knew all too well. 

I gasped against his mouth, intending to scream, but he used the opportunity to deepen the kiss, his tongue tangling with mine.

His hands began to roam my body, leaving burns everywhere they touched.

It was almost like he was trying to remind my body exactly who used to own it.

My hand tangled in the crumpled sheet holding back the urge to run my fingers through his thick, dark hair… and then lower, over the hard planes of his chest, down to the thick length I could already feel twitching against my thighs.

His free hand yanked the sheet down, exposing my bare breasts.

He pinched one nipple hard enough to make me arch, then rolled it between his fingers while he kept working my pussy faster, deeper.

“Look at you,” he growled against my lips. “Engaged to that soft little fiancé and still dripping down my wrist. Tell me you don’t miss this. Tell me he makes you come this hard.”

I couldn’t answer because he knew it… he knew he was the only one that could ruin my pussy and no, Chris was no match.

My thighs were shaking around his hand.

And as I rode his fingers to my release, he bit down on the side of my neck and curled his fingers sharply at the same time.

I came with a broken, sobbing moan, clenching hard around his fingers as pleasure ripped through me. 

Only when I laid limp and tired, did he pull his fingers out. 

He held them up between us, glistening, and slowly licked them clean while his eyes stayed locked on mine.

“Still mine, Rosalie…” he murmured. “Divorce or not.”

I jolted upright in bed, a gasp tearing from my throat.

I was panting heavily, my chest heaving as I clutched the soaked blanket to my chest. 

My heart was hammering against my ribs like it was threatening to burst. 

What sort of dream was that? 

Goosebumps shot up my arms and neck, my skin tingling.

‘Admit it.’ My wolf, Kara’s voice suddenly echoed in my mind, dripping with a teasing playfulness. ‘You still have feelings for your ex-husband.’

“Oh please for fucks sake shut up!’ I snapped.

“I’m not the one that just cummed for the first time in… what? A year?”

I slammed a mental wall down so hard it made my temples throb.

My nails dug into my palms until I smelled blood.

Three years.

Three long years since Elijah had chosen my step-sister over me. All I felt nothing for him now except pure unadulterated hatred so what was that dream?

“ROSALIE?”

I jolted out of my reverie, my eyes flying to the creaking door of the washroom.

My fiancé stepped out, draped in only a towel as water dripped from his damp hair down to his well toned abs.

Looking at his handsome face, I couldn’t help the smile that broke out on my lips.

He didn’t have my ex-husband's billions, nor did he have that suffocating, dominant aura. But he wasn’t a douche bag and he spent every moment of his day loving me. 

I wiped the sweat off my face and sat up straighter as he walked over to the bed. My eyes followed his movement and I couldn’t help the blush that crept up my cheeks.

My fiancé, Chris Shawn was perfect. 

A soft smile was plastered across his face as he stopped just beside the bed post and curled his hand around my chin, pulling my head up till our eyes collided. 

"Good morning beautiful.’’ he murmured softly, leaning down to press a tender kiss on my forehead. 

His hands lingered on my face, tracing my cheek before pulling back with a slightly anxious expression. "Hey…don't forget you need to head to the bank today to apply for that loan for my business, okay? The developers are waiting on the deposit."

"I won't forget.’’ I promised, forcing a warm smile onto my face.

It didn’t matter that he had no money to his name. 

It didn't matter that I was footing the bills and funding his dreams.

All that mattered was that he worshipped the ground I worked on. 

He loved me so much and I had never been a second option to him. 

——

An hour later, I stood inside the sleek, air-conditioned lobby of the royal pack's central bank. 

My foot drummed against the marble floor impatiently as the loan officer clicked through several tabs on the computer, his brow furrowed in deep confusion.

My heart skipped an uneven beat.

"Is there an issue?" I slowly leaned forward, a sudden prickle of anxiety washing over me.

Chris needed the loan urgently and I couldn’t afford for anything to go wrong. 

I wiped the small sweat that formed above my upper lip and bit the inside of my cheeks softly. ‘’The paperwork should be in order. My credit is immaculate."

The officer looked up, his expression a mix of apology and utter bewilderment.

"I'm sorry miss." He said carefully, turning the monitor slightly away from my view. "The loan itself isn't the problem. It's your personal details. We cannot process a major business loan under your maiden name when our system flags a major…conflict."

Conflict?

I frowned, my heart flickering with unease. "What do you mean by conflict?’’

He exhaled and inhaled before taking his hand off the monitor, finally focusing on me.

"According to the official pack registry and our secure records..." He cleared his throat nervously. "You cannot file as a single applicant. Your—‘’

I cut him off before he could even continue, a low chuckle bubbling in my throat. 

‘’I can file as a single applicant, because I am a single applicant.’’ I couldn’t help the annoyance that formed in my voice.

Chris and I weren’t married yet. So what was he talking about?!

The officer exhaled again, like he was trying to keep his cool. ‘’You’re not a single applicant. Or at least, not on records.’’ 

He turned the monitor to me “According to the law, you are still very much married."

My heart did a violent leap.

My vision tunneled and I squinted my eyes into the blurry screen, my head banging heavily. 

That was impossible.