Catherine’s POV:
“Speak freely,” I replied, honestly curious to hear what Midnight had been wanting to say.
“The moon goddess did not choose Drake to be mated to us... I did.”
I furrowed my brows after letting her finish her sentence, and those last words echoed inside my head as if it had turned into an empty cave.
“Are you saying... You can choose who you wanted to mate with?”
It sounded almost impossible. Almost. I honestly didn't want to believe it if it wasn't for the tone in her voice. She was actually serious.
“But why him? Why did you have to choose Raya’s mate’s beta?” I let the question I had wanted to say the second Midnight confessed me the truth to slip out of my mouth. With
Catherine's POV: After what seemed like a number of eight whole minutes, that extremely horrible smell of rotten carcass no longer irritated my nose. It was as if it suddenly disappeared like bubble exploding in the air, making me guess that the most terrifying, and dangerous werewolf who had just stepped into my room knowingly escorted himself out of the area. His scent now becoming weaker and weaker until it was already out of reach for as far as the heightened senses of the wolf within me can possibly go. I didn't dare make another sound or initiate one movement from where I stood just in case that stinking scoundrel was planning to come back. “The scent is gone now, Catherine... I think it's time that you move.” Raya urged me with a low, trembling voice. I let out a deep, heavy breath automatically as I attempted to release all the tension that were crammed up every part of m
Catherine's POV: “Uhm... Just a second!” I yelled loud enough for him to hear. He stopped knocking and seemed to be waiting patiently outside my door. All of a sudden, I recalled how he expertly fuck fingered me on the bed earlier in the day, making me feel so hot and sticky inside my cave again. My hand abruptly slap me across my right cheek, pulling me out of those lewd thoughts that were increasing my arousal for Drake. I sigh. There is no way I could mate with Drake, unless... Goddess, Catherine! Pull yourself together! I shook my head side by side in an attempt to get rid of my thoughts that were keeping me easily distracted to focus on what I was supposed to do. With only a towel still wrapped around my body, I rushed straight to the walk-in closet and grabbed the first set of other I could lay my eyes on. I
Catherine's POV: Our tongues intertwined, kissing wildly and hard until we were both satisfied. Drake’s calloused hand trailed down my breasts, massaging them intensely just as he did before. I let out unavoidable moans as he caressed my sensitive spot. Next, his hands traveled down my dress and lifted up the skirt, exposing my snow-white legs fully for his easy access. He stuck his finger on my clothed throbbing core, rubbing it up and down and in circles once more. I moaned in between our kiss, leaving my mouth slightly open still, he didn't stop kissing me all the way, which really turned me on. “You’re so fucking wet down here, my Luna. Are you thirsty?” He asked after breaking away from the kiss, only temporarily. “Fuck yeah
Catherine's POV: “And if you’re not going to say anything else, Luna, please follow me to the alpha’s office. He wants you to meet somebody.” And with that, he started walking towards the door, leaving me with my jaw dropped to the ground. The Alpha's office? Who would he possibly want me to meet at this late an hour. I didn't speak a word and quickt stood up, glancing at my reflection in the mirror. What. The. Hell. After that kissing and fingering session I just had with Drake, my hair became so unkempt and my lipstick was smudged all over my face. I need a quick retouch. “Uhm, I’ll be there in a second!” I yelled at him before dashing towards the make up area. After making all the fi
Beta Drake’s POV: “DRAKE!” His voice sliced through my brain harshly at such an unexpected time, forcing me to bring both my hands up to gently massage my forehead in a bid to ease a bit of the pain. Tsk. What a kill joy. There was no way he’d call me at this time an hour. It's almost eight in the evening, and he usually never bothers me until the sun comes up. Let me guess. This must be about Catherine. Again. As much as I wanted to ignore how I feel about her and treat her only as my future Luna, my wolf, Brock, detested the idea. He kept going on and on about Catherine, telling me I deserve to be her mate, that it isn't wrong as the Moon
Alpha Damien’s POV:I glared at the rascal, refusing to give him any special treatment just because he was my best friend since I was we were little pups. The sight of him kissing my mate and the unshakable feeling of betrayal completely took over my body that I can't even bring myself to control it. The burning rage I have kept in control when I was with Catherine is getting out of hand with the very person I’ve entrusted myself to the most. My best fucking friend. “Have you got a loose screw all of a sudden? Or did you just want to do it in front of me to show your disrespect?” I muttered, my voice coming out naturally harsh and husky as I was still dealing with my inevitable
Catherine’s POV: The guy’s bald. The striking light shone on the top of his head, making it look like a newly shined ball in the very first glance. His egg shaped head also reminded me of my favorite humpty dumpty show when I was a little pup, back when my family was still in one piece and my father was the Alpha of the Silver Moon Pack. I would have laughed, but I didn't. Couldn't. The suffocating, dangerous aura of death lurked all around him. He was wearing a black leather vest, with the back printed with a solid logo of an abstract skull. The vest revealed his tan bulky muscles from his neck to his shoulders down to the sausage fingers o
Easton’s POV:“FUUUUUCCKKKKKKKK!!!” I screamed from the top of my lungs, getting the word out of my chest as I heaved deeply. All the food, plates, cups and vases were scattered all over the floor when my frustration rushed through my veins as I sat and reflected. I panted, breathing heavily as I could not control my fury that was threatening to take over me completely.I felt like I’m going nearly insane. After waking up to an empty room under a white ceiling and lying on a hospital bed, peeing my drawers on top of that, my mind literally emptied for a minute as I tried to remember what had happened in that room.The last thing I saw was Catherine, but my hands never reached her beautiful neck, leaving my palms sweaty a