2. Blueberry Pie

 

Luna Taylor's POV

I should’ve been terrified. Scared out of my wits and begging for mercy.

But I wasn’t.

 Deep down, I knew he wouldn’t hurt me. 

 

"Take my cock like a good girl"  He growled in my ears. 

The sound of my heartbeat thundered in my ears. I could feel his heat and strength surrounding me. 

He was like a wall muscle and long limbs. I was trapped—and my body didn’t mind in the least. 

I felt everything from his rough touch, to the scrape of his teeth on my hardened nipples. I softened against him. 

"That’s it,” he soothed.

His hips pushed faster. The delicious feeling of every inch of his very thick erection inside me sent sparks down my spine.

"That's a good girl.” 

His palm tightened on my hip, while the other rested flat on the table under my head. Bending slightly, he slammed his cock against my clit.

Holy shit.

Heat sparkled in my veins and my swollen clit pulsed. Suddenly, I was orgasming my brains out on his desk. A  moan fell from my lips as I tilted my hips to feel more of him.

He hummed. “We are so good together, Taylor. You swallow your father in law's cock into that gorgeous pussy like a good girl."

 I grasped at my few functioning brain cells to say, “What?”

 

“I SAID." He growled, pistoning into me with ruthless force now. "YOU TAKE YOUR FATHER IN LAW'S COCK LIKE A GOOD GIRL."

 

"Noooo," I yelped, waking up. 

It was like i was surfacing from deep water. I couldn't move.

 

The room around me was dim and unfamiliar. The black curtain sills softened by early morning light leaking through heavy curtains. 

 My heartbeat was still too fast.

It was a dream? My fingers curled slightly against the bedsheets.

 

“What the actual hell…?” i whispered. 

 My body still shook. Partly from shock and the other part because I'd just had the best orgasm of my life. From dreaming of my Father in law fucking me.

Something was very wrong with me. 

 

The door suddenly slammed open. 

“You'd better not still be sleeping?” a sharp voice cut through the pleasure haze I was under.

 

My body jerked up before my mind caught up. I instinctively pulled the duvet higher, blinking rapidly as my vision struggled to adjust.

 

Clara, my stepmother stood in the doorway like she owned the air in the room. She was neatly dressed like always. Her eyes grew irritated at the sight of me.

Like always.

“You really have no shame, do you?” She snapped. “Wasting the morning like this?”

 

My mouth opened, but nothing came out. I looked around the unfamiliar room in confusion.

Where was I?

“I…” i started, then stopped.

Clara clicked her tongue, disgusted. “Get up and make yourself useful for crying out loud.”

My stomach tightened. I'd learnt that silence was always the best when dealing with Clara. And I couldn't afford to offend her right now, knowing Brandon needed her help. 

"The Alpha is already awake. Unlike some people, he appreciates a woman who contributes."

She turned away without waiting for a response, already done with me. “I swear I've never met anyone as useless as you.”

The door shut again.

Only then did i move.

My feet touched the cold floor, forcing a sharper awareness into my bod.

I stood unsteadily, one hand bracing the edge of the bed.

This room wasn’t the one I was used to and I now realized why. 

Her reflection caught her eye in the mirror across the room.

I looked… off.

My blue eyes were rimmed with redness and there was tear streaks dried down my cheeks. 

My chest heaved at the memory of the look on Brandon, my husband if two year's face, when he asked me to vacate our bedroom yesterday.

 

Yesterday had just been the tipping point of his behavior for the past three months. It was like I became a statue to him overnight. One day he was my perfect, loving husband, the next he was a cold brute.

I had begged and begged. But it yielded no results.

I pressed a shaky hand to my chest, as if i could physically calm the unease building inside me.

The memories of the dream flashed across my mind one more time.

I squeezed my eyes shut.

No.

 

Hell No.

It was just a silly dream. People dreamed strange things all the time. And I would never do that to Brandon.

My cheeks burned again, and i immediately pushed it away.

No.

 

I wasn't going to think about it anymore. It was my secret, and it would stay that way.

I stood from the bed, and smoothed down my wrinkled nightdress, deliberately focusing on practical things trying to avoid the storm inside me.

My husband was trying. Being an Alpha was hard work. Everyone knew that. Running a pack wasn't easy. There were responsibilities involved that I couldn't even begin to understand. 

The fact that he wasn't always present didn't mean he didn't care.

 

Right?

The answer sounded rehearsed even inside my own head.

 

"You're being dramatic," i muttered. 

The woman in the mirror didn't look convinced.

 

No.

I refused to spiral into that familiar pit again.

Brandon had told me countless times how demanding and stressful pack affairs were.

He'd said it himself last night that he needed me out of the room so he could concentrate on pack affairs.

That was all.

It was a completely reasonable request.

Yet a small voice whispered from somewhere deep inside me. 

What pack affairs can't you help with?

 

My fingers froze against the dresser.

You're the Luna. Shouldn't you know what's happening in your own pack?

I quickly shoved the thought away.

Questioning Brandon never ended well.

If he said I wouldn't be able to help, then I wouldn't be able to help. 

 It was easier that way.

I  pointed a finger at my own reflection.

"Stop it."

The gesture looked ridiculous even to me. There i was again, overthinking and worrying myself sick over things that didn't matter.

Brandon was my husband. He worked hard. He was trying.

 

And I loved him.

You love him so much that you just dreamt of fucking his father.

I quickly looked away from the mirror.

I scrambled through my mind for something else to focus on.

 

Maybe I could make Brandon my blueberry pie for breakfast. He loved them.

A smile tugged at my lips.  

Maybe we could even eat together. Maybe he'd stay long enough for a conversation..Maybe today would be different.

I pressed a smile on my face and left my room.

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Conversations died the moment I entered the kitchen. 

 

Soon enough the whispers I was used to picked back up. Thier glances darted to me then back  away. I pretended not to notice. 

 

The large kitchen bustled with activity. Several Omegas hurried between counters carrying trays and baskets.

And among them all stood Clara, directing Omegas to do her biddings. 

My smile faltered for the briefest moment.

An Omega rushed forward the second Clara lifted a finger. Another immediately offered her tea. A third hovered nearby awaiting instructions.

I watched the scene with a familiar ache. The pack adored Clara. Ever since Brandon had invited her to stay six months ago, it had only gotten worse. He claimed I needed guidance and who better to help than my dearest stepmother.

The words had sounded reasonable at the time. Until Clara had moved in and started correcting everything i did. 

 

From the way i dressed.

To the way i spoke.

 

To the way i greeted pack members.

 To the way i sat.

 

To the way i stood.

Down to the way i breathed.

 

And somehow everyone, including Brandon treated it as perfectly normal. 

 

I had complained to him many times about her undermining me. His answer was always for me to endure it for the good of the pack.

 I forced the memory away and headed toward the pantry shelves. 

Unfortunately, the blueberries were stored on a high shelf i couldn't quite reach.

 

"You," I  called a nearby omega.

 

The maid continued arranging vegetables.

 

I frowned. "Maria?"

She didn't spare me a glance. Perhaps she hadn't heard.

 

I  stepped closer. "Maria, could you please help me get that basket?"

 

Still nothing. She continued working.

 I blinked, heat crawling into my cheeks. "I'm talking to you Maria."

This time i put authority into my voice.

 

She finally looked up and for a second, I was relieved. Then she returned to her work as though I hadn't spoken.

A small burst of laughter sounded behind her. I turned to see two younger Omegas pretending to sort herbs. One covered her mouth. The other smirked.

 

Familiar humiliation washed over me.

 

"Look at her ordering people." One of them mocked. 

The other snickered. "What else can a wolfless Luna do?"

I froze.

 Another maid laughed, "Careful, she might hear you."

"Did I lie? Is she not wolfless?"The second maid answered.

Her friend shrugged. "It is true."

The kitchen suddenly felt too warm and crowded.

I looked away before anyone could see the hurt in my eyes. Across the room Clara was speaking with several women. They hung on her every word.

 One of them noticed me looking and leaned closer to Clara. Several people glanced my way then quickly looked elsewhere.

 

Taking a steadying breath, I moved to another counter. "Could someone help me get the blueberries?"

A few maids exchanged glances.

 

Nobody moved, volunteered or even answered. The silence was somehow worse than outright refusal.

Finally one maid sighed dramatically and walked over. "What do you need them for?"

 

I smiled brightly.  "I want to make my husband a blueberry pie."

 

The maid paused. Her expression turned into a strange one. 

My smile faltered again. 

Before I could ask why, she turned away.

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By the time i reached the Alpha wing, I'd  convinced myself the awkwardness in the kitchen didn't matter.

The pie was what mattered. 

Brandon liked my pie.

That was a simple, undeniable fact she could cling to.

Balancing the plate carefully in both hands, i nudged the office door open with my shoulder.

"I brought—" 

The words died in my throat. 

For one horrifying second, i thought i'd somehow fallen asleep again.

Sitting across from Brandon's desk was Dante,my father-in-law.

 Heat rushed up my neck so fast it felt like someone had set my skin on fire.

Oh Goddess.

For one terrible moment, all i could see was the dream. 

Our eyes met and just like that, the spell shattered. Because after one brief glance, he looked away.

I blinked and blinked again.

A ridiculous amount of irritation immediately replaced my embarrassment.

No greeting? Or even a nod?

Seriously?

My eyes narrowed at him.  

 

My heart dropped when I noticed the breakfast plate on Brandon's table. 

Of course Clara had thought of making him breakfast before i had. The maid's reaction made sense now.

She'd even added a side of apple pie.

Hope blossomed in my mind. Brandon hated apple pies.

"Taylor." He barked. 

I tilted my head, smiling brightly.

Unlike Dante, he actually acknowledged my existence.

"What are you doing here?" He trailed off. 

"I brought pie." I mumbled.

“You didn’t have to,” he answered.

A painful grip tightened around my heart.

“I wanted to,” I smiled brightly.

Irritation reared it's ugly head through me. I suddenly started growing annoyed at everything.

The kitchen. The whispers. Clara. The dream. Dante sitting there pretending I didn't exist.

All of it.

 

Especially him.

 

My gaze landed on Dante, studying something on the table as though i weren't standing three feet away.

The sheer arrogance of it made me want to throw the pie at his head.

Say something.

Anything.

Why did his silence bother me so much?

"You can leave now Taylor." Brandon called calmly, refocusing on the paperwork in front of him.

His father still didn't say a word. 

The anger finally took over my mind. “Alpha Dante?”

I stood near the door now, hand on the handle, shooting daggers at him with my eyes. 

“Yes?” he growled.

Satisfaction bubbled inside me. Try ignoring me now Satan.

“Thank you for coming.We know it must have taken a lot for you to take some time to come check on your own child .” 

I bit the inside of my mouth the instant it left my mouth. It was accusing, challenging and unbecoming of a Luna. 

“He’s an Alpha,” he said. “He'll live.”

I smirked at his refusal to bite. “Well, maybe next time you could remember that he’s still your son.”

The angry growl he let out  as the office door closed satisfied me. 

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Several hours later, i returned to collect the dishes. The office was empty now. Brandon had left for a meeting outside the pack with Clara. 

The pie plate looked brand new. 

I jumped around like an excited school girl, giggling happily.

He'd eaten every last crumb of it. He loved the pie.

I moved around the room with a happy smile gathering cups and papers until I reached the bin by the side table and froze.

The pie I'd spent three hours making stared back up at me, untouched.