Easton's POV:
I'd finished fucking an omega in the storage room and taken a quick walk down the hallway to get my shit together before going back to dealing with that Jessica, who my father chose to be my mate. I mentally roll my eyes, dreading the fact that I would have to face my ‘chosen’ mate. The truth is, my father was the one who chose Jessica for me, I didn’t. Although she is a real hotshot, she’s more hot-tempered and possessive than I am. In other words, she got looks. A brain? Not so much. She wants to be Luna, but I don’t think I she’s fit that role though. If I would pick a mate out for myself, I definitely won't pick Jessica. She would wear too much makeup, clothes that were barely covering anything on her body, and seemed well…too into me.
For the past few months I have been extremely patient with her demands. I admit I must have spoiled her too much in order to please my father who is presently the Alpha of the Silver Moon Pack, Alpha Norman. Eight years ago, I vowed to make him proud of me one day when I succeed him in the Alpha position. He's the only role model who ever stood up for me and taught me how to survive at a very young age. My real mother? She left my dad to be with her fated mate. Eventually, they created a family of their own, leaving me and my dad out of the picture. Several years later, my dad married another she-wolf from the pack. She descended from the beta bloodline, but I made it crystal clear that I won't be playing house with my father's wife.
Oh well, that was why I hate all she-wolves from the very beginning, after all. Because my mother chose to be with her goddess-given mate rather than being with her son and the werewolf she chose to marry, I always thought of rejecting my mate once I figure out who she is. I want to see her suffer like I did with my useless mother. However, the minute I turned eighteen I had a revelation. I was smelling the most delicious strawberry scent mixed with a strong scent of roses in the air. I followed that scent so eagerly as I decided to figure out whether the opening between her legs smells the same way too. I was getting close. Curious on why the scent was making my head spin and my heart race like it never did for any other femme before. Her scent led me towards the laundry room. Then, I stopped. There could only be one werewolf that ever stepped foot in the laundry room. My eyes widened in horror, washing away my excitement like a bucket of ice cold water went over my head. My mate was the pack slave. After that realization, I back away shocked. I ran back towards my room and locked the door. Why would the moon goddess give me a mere slave as my mate? It's unacceptable! Since she was only 17, she didn't know who I am to her.
Still, I can't help but admit that she really is beautiful and her scent really seduced me to even think that I would want to fuck a slave, the lowest of the low.
I raised my head and caught a glimpse of my goddess-given mate bounce her perky breasts while running down the stairs hurriedly.
There she was. Her unkempt hair didn't compromise the beauty of her small pretty face. All the other she-wolves in the pack would always make sure to keep their hair silky smooth or display big curly waves cascading down their breasts and would settle for nothing less. Compared to all of them the slave looks perfect even with messy hair. Her eyes never losing their shine even when she gets knocked down by the other werewolves who bully her every single day. Her torn fitted jeans only hugged her perfect heart-shaped ass and long, sexy legs that I always wanted to squeeze with my fingers. Her neck revealed a perfect snow white skin that my body seems to be electrified every time I touch her fair hands. Like that time when she dropped a book from the shelf and I acted to be that gentleman just to be able to feel her skin.
Looking at how hot she looks right now, I just want to rip her clothes off and fuck her right then and there. But, as the Alpha's next-in-line I have my own responsibilities. That includes keeping away from the pack slave.
"Claim her Easton." My wolf Dex spoke so eagerly inside my head.
"She's just a lowly slave." I reminded him.
"Fuck that! She's our mate! You shouldn’t turn your back on her! She needs our help."
"Even if she is our mate that can't erase the fact that she's a slave. I'm going to be the Alpha of the Silver Moon Pack. The rest of the pack would probably mock me if they knew that my mate is a slave. We're going to be a joke!"
Dex growled but soon after nodded in agreement. An easy win.
"However, that doesn't mean I don't get to play." I grinned.
I took a quick look around to check whether there was anyone around to spy on us. When I made sure there was zero werewolf, I decided to take action and flung my chest to block her from the kitchen so I suddenly appeared out of nowhere as it may seem.
She held her forehead, revealing the cutest expression like a kitten who had just been surprised.
"Where are you going, you little slave?" I asked.
When I met her gaze, I knew she was checking me out, studying my incomparably handsome face. Huh. Seems like she might just throw herself at me like the other omegas drooling for my dick.
To my surprise, she backed away from me as if trying her best to avoid me at all costs. Hasn't this slave learned anything? I'm the Alpha's son and next-in-line. All the other she-wolves will do everything and anything in all kinds of means just to get close to me. Some of the she-wolves I chose are even lucky enough to receive their rewards by receiving my dick through their weak ass. This woman just had to spread her legs and let me do all the fucking work, literally.
I watch her feeling slightly amused. Isn’t this what girls normally wanted? Being pinned against the wall? Little Catherine here seemed to love playing all pretend. Hmph. I doubt this woman is still even a virgin. Why does she care about modesty too fucking much?
Seeing her trying to get away triggered something inside me to trap her with my bare hands. I approached her so that her back faces the wall near her, and I leaned forward so I can get a look at that pretty little face. Just when I leaned close her strong seductive scent invaded my nose. The most heavenly smell of strawberries and a hint of vanilla to it. I gritted my teeth, not really happy at the fact that I could hardly get control of myself now that her body was this mature. Despite my annoyance, I moved in to smell her neck and took a deep breath.
My wolf, Dex, was going crazy in my mind wagging his tail as I took in her delicious scent. Deep down, I knew we were meant to be. Her body was made so perfectly to match my own and my now hard dick.
She struggles and I felt her hand push me away. I immediately grabbed her hands and raised them above her head so I could continue swimming in her scent. My mouth wants its share of her flesh and I hunger for more than just her scent.
My tongue tasted the surface of her skin on her neck.
Damn. She's so fucking good. She smells good, looks good, tastes good too.
More.
I want more.
I wonder what she would taste like right under there? My head was suddenly filled with images of her with legs spread wide open on my bed. I lick my lips, swimming in my own lust.
I felt her hands tremble in my grasp, her body shaking and I held her still. I was about to slide my hands under her shirt to discover the size of her breasts hiding beneath that sexy top.
"Easton?!" Jessica’s sharp voice offended my ears. I can hear her footsteps getting near. She was mumbling something incoherent but I was able to make out only one word that came out of her mouth. Norman. And that was my father’s name.
The little slave gasped in shock and her eyes darted to Jessica and me back and forth.
“Wait ‘til I tell the Alpha about this, you little slut!”
I mentally roll my eyes, turning my head to glance at a seething woman huffing heavy breaths behind me.
Suddenly, an idea popped into my head.
Looking at Jessica mockingly, I smirked and pulled my mate’s body closer to me which was a jaw-dropping scene for her. The slave gasped again and I was really enjoying her reactions every time I see her face.
That was when I decided to do everything I can to get her into my bed, through any means possible.
Dear readers, Now that this story has come to an end, I want to thank everyone for adding Born To Be My Luna into your libraries and for supporting Catherine throughout her journey outside slavery. I know I have a lot of things I need to learn and improve as a writer, but I truly hope you've enjoyed reading my first book ever on GN. You might not know that each and every one of your reviews mean a lot to me as well as all the detailed comments you wrote in each chapter of this book, so please do not forget to leave a review and let me know what you think. You can also check out my new book! It's called Alpha's Cursed Luna.See you there!
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