The wait

Her dress and lingerie lay scattered on the floor, shaded along with the room by blades of silvery light of the moon that cut through the thin curtains. Only the soft glowing light of the bedside lamp stood in contrast, painting the allure of a dirty romantic night.

Having polished her make-up and musking herself in sensual fragrance and lipstick, Selene hurried away from the mirror, jumping in bed and shifting into a seductive pose. The silk sheets whispered against her skin, causing her to stir excitedly.

Her heart drummed, each beat loud enough to drown out the faint laughter and music rising from the after-party below.

It was her son’s coming-of-age, but this day meant something else for her.

With a smirk, she tilted her head toward the door, listening and waiting. Any second now, he’d return.

Selene could picture him walking into the room, and eyeing her like a prized candy as she beckoned him to make love to her already.

‘ Kyle…’ The name alone sent a sweet shiver down her spine. Once again, being a nervous habit, Selene’s lips curled, part smile, part smirk.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this. She wasn’t supposed to be this… desperate. Not for him. Not after everything. But she just couldn’t hold back any longer.

‘ What’s taking him so long, it’s just a glass of water.’ Selene leaned back on her elbows, letting the soft robe she’d thrown over her shoulders slide open just enough to reveal the smooth line of her supple bosom and soft, fair thighs. The faint scent of lavender from the bath she’d taken earlier still clung to her.

She’d planned this whole thing. Every single little detail, as though a strategist planning for battle. It indeed is a battle though, a battle for her desire.

Her son’s coming-of-age ceremony was the perfect excuse to return to the pack after having spent so many years away. And tonight, with the moon high and the wine still warm on her tongue, she was going to take what she wanted.

She dragged her teeth over her bottom lip, the thought of the things she’d had to do just to get here spun in her mind, making her feel nothing less a slut. Kyle’s slut!

‘ Ah!’ Selene shuddered and clasped her thighs tight at this thought, grinning at her wetness. The feeling was intoxicating. It drove her mad, and insatiably wanting. Just the right rush she needed in her life.

Years ago, she’d been too blind, too stubborn, to see what was in front of her. She’d chosen someone else over Kyle-- someone she thought would give her the life she wanted. Instead, she’d ended up with a child and a pile of broken promises. And when the boy’s father walked out, Selene had been left to scrape by alone.

Life was tough for her and her son, and when her old friend, Jenna visited and showed her Kyle’s transformation, telling her how he was now a hot catch for many beauties, Selene was left in disbelief and didn’t know how to feel.

Kyle used to be her ugly obsessed mutt; her white knight who couldn’t breathe without her. He was her mate whom she’d first recognized during her younger age. However, she didn’t fancy him in the slightest and had opted for her baby daddy.

After all, he was dirty, awful-looking and was so tasteless back then. But recently, he’d become so hot and successful while she suffered in loneliness and debts. It didn’t feel quite fair, and Selene had regrets. But more importantly, Kyle’s sudden change had surprised Selene, so much that she became curious about him.

She’d followed his socials and quite surprisingly, he was still single and without a significant other.

After seeing how he lives nice and comfortably, Selene thought she could definitely find sanctuary in him. She’d thought of reaching out and rekindling their old spark, but Selene wasn’t as delusional.

Even though she truly believed Kyle still loved her, as deeply as in the past, she couldn’t bring herself to reach out to him. That would be embarrassing, she had thought.

The thought that such a guy used to dote on her and was now sought after by so many women became the need to validate her ego and pride.

At first, she planned to bait him into reaching out to her. She’d reacted to some of his posts online, confident that he’d come finding her. But to her surprise, he didn’t! He didn’t even try to text her!

Selene became worried, threatened that she’d lost the only upper hand she had in life. At first, she tried to brush it off, but the feeling persisted, pestering her even in her sleep.

This was how it all began.

Selene rolled onto her side now, fingers tracing the edge of her robe as she flashed a wistful smile. She remembered how she’d been so down in the dump just because Kyle wasn’t reaching out to her; so much that she started contemplating moving back to the pack residence. She slowly became obsessed, thinking of ways to get him to reach out.

However, all of her efforts proved futile, not even after multiple texts did he respond. At last, she had no other option but to find him!

In the end, the rent served an excuse and her son’s coming-of-age even a better one. Returning to her hometown had been humiliating. Everyone knew what she’d done-- how she’d rejected Kyle and left with another, only to return with a child.

But with the excuse that she’d only returned for her son’s coming-of-age ceremony, she managed to get just by.

However, even after arriving at her hometown, Kyle still didn’t come looking for her. But Selene didn’t mind, she only waited patiently and plotted.

Since he was now the Alpha, Selene knew he’d have to attend his son’s coming-of-age ceremony; after all, his son would have to swear his loyalty to the pack before him.

Though, just to be safe, Selene involved certain pack members, ensuring that Kyle being the alpha of the pack would have no choice but to attend.

And sure enough, he did!

When she’d seen him stride in through the door with that effortless authority, standing tall and broad-shouldered; his dark hair pushed back carelessly, the scars across his jaw only making him look more dangerous and desiring-- something in Selene’s chest had snapped.

Selene had felt a heat pooling between her thighs, but she knew it wasn’t just lust. It was something sharper, heavier. Her wolf yearned for him, feeling regret, desire, and pride. All tangled together into something foreign to her.

Right then and there, on the night of her son’s very coming-of-age ceremony, Selene was determined to do just what she’d never thought she would have done for any man.

She was going to chase and claim Kyle as hers!