Chapter 2

Bella's POV

My entire body was shaking.

“I’m sorry… please…” I whispered, the words came out small. Weak. And Embarrassing.

My hands pressed against his chest as if that could create distance, but it didn’t. He was too strong. Too still. The air around him felt heavy, his expensive cologne wrapping around me.

Rumors said even elders stopped breathing properly when he is around and obviously that was true.

He was here in our pack for one reason only: to claim the silver hidden beneath our lands and execute anyone suspected of trespassing into his territory.

His presence felt overwhelming, suffocating every part of my lungs.

He tilted his head slightly, still holding me at my waist like I weighed nothing.

“Who are you?” he asked coldly.

His voice wasn’t loud. It didn’t need to be. It cut straight through me anyway.

My lips trembled.

“I… I’m the pack’s Luna,” I stuttered.

The moment I said it, I regretted it.

Because his eyes changed. Not softer but harder with something I couldn't name.

“And this is what a Luna looks like?” he asked, his voice low and dangerous.

His gaze moved over me like he was reading something broken.

“Shaking. Crying. Falling apart in the hallway.”

My chest tightened painfully.

His words weren’t loud insults, but they hurt worse than Lucian’s screams ever did.

“I…” I tried to speak, but nothing came out.

More tears slipped down my face without permission.

He scoffed under his breath.

“Incompetent Lunas don’t last long,” he said flatly.

Something inside me cracked at that.

Incompetent.

That word followed me everywhere.

Lucian said it.

The elders said it.

Even the pack whispered it behind my back.

My lips parted, but all that came out was a broken breath.

I wiped my face quickly, feeling embarrassed.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered again, shaking harder. “Please… just let me go. I know about that and it doesn’t concern you”. The words came out sharper than I intended them to.

A low humorless sound left him his mouth. It wasn’t a laugh but something worse.

“I think you forgot who you are talking to, little wolf,” he said tightening his grip on me. 

And that made me froze in fear.

Then suddenly, his hand moved, he lifted my chin, not gently and not cruel either making me forget how to breathe.

The touch sent tingle up my arms and I prayed he couldn't feel how my pulse jumped.

Those cold blue eyes still locked onto mine and I hated the way something flipped in my stomach, and my thighs clenched together without permission.

“Why are you crying?” he asked again, his voice slower this time.

I swallowed hard.

“I…” My voice broke. “I just got rejected by my mate, Alpha Lucian.”

His expression changed. Not angry. Not surprised. Dangerous.

“Today is our fourth anniversary and I caught him with two women on bed” I said shakily.

My throat tightened so badly I could barely breathe.

“And after confronting him, he rejected me” I whispered my voice breaking. “I really loved him. Even when he humiliated me. Even when he hurt me. I still stayed.”

My hands clenched at my sides. And the tears kept falling, and I couldn’t stop them anymore.

And a heavy silence hung between us, but still his eyes never left mine. The way he looked at me made my skin felt too tight. And then suddenly he pulled me forward and hugged me so tight.

“Tell yourself you are fine without him,” he said quietly against my hair.

His voice was lower now. Not cold like before.

“Lucian is actually the most foolest alpha to ever exist in history" he continued. "my time for him will surely come and I would teach him lessons, So Let it go, okay?.”

I nodded feeling relief, but my tears didn’t stop. They soaked into his shirt, and I hated myself for it.

I buried my face deep in his chest, because for the first time tonight… I wasn’t being pushed away. I was being held.

Suddenly, I felt my feet leave the ground and I gasped softly.

He had lifted me.

“Where are you taking me?” I asked weakly, and confused.

He didn’t answer.

He just walked. His strong steps echoing through the corridor as I clung lightly to his shirt without realizing it.

My body felt numb. Tired. Empty.

And strangely safe, my body betraying me in ways I didn't want to think about.

That feeling scared me more than anything Lucian ever did.

When he finally stopped, I realized we were in a room.

The guest chamber.

He set me down on the bed carefully, like I was something fragile he didn’t want to break.

He stood over me for a moment, watching me silently.

Then he spoke.

“So tell me,” he said, his voice calm again. “Since your husband doesn’t want you now… where were you heading?”

“Nowhere,” I whispered. “I just… wanted to walk. Maybe forget. Maybe feel less pain.”

My fingers twisted in the fabric of the bed sheets.

A long pause followed.

Then I heard him step closer.

“What if I help you forget?” he asked.

My heart skipped. I looked up quickly. His face was unreadable making my breath tremble.

“I…” My voice cracked. “Please…”

I didn’t even know what I was asking for. Only that I couldn’t feel this pain anymore. I needed it gone since he just ask.

I needed something else, and by God all my body wants to be fucked by him right now.

“Please do,” I said suddenly, voice breaking completely. “Do whatever you want. I… I’m yours tonight.”

The moment the words left my mouth, I froze, thinking of What did I just say?

Even my wolf went silent in shock.

Alpha Xander didn’t move immediately. He just stared at me. Like he was trying to understand something I didn’t even understand about myself.

Everyone said he hated women. Everyone said he didn’t take anyone close.

So why was I here… saying this to him? But I didn’t care anymore. Not after what Lucian did. And he was till there fucking those girls.

Finally, he stepped closer.

“I will do as you say,” he said quietly.

My chest tightened with something I couldn’t name. But then his voice dropped lower.

“But once I start… there is no going back.”

I didn’t fully understand what he meant. I just nodded anyway. That was my mistake.

Because the next moment, he leaned down and His mouth crashed onto mine, so hungry. Like he had been holding something back for a long time.

My breath broke instantly.

My hands moved before my mind could stop them, gripping his shirt as I kissed him back. Harder than I expected.

Everything inside me screamed and fell silent at the same time.

His hands were everywhere at once, large and warm, caressing my body through the thin fabric of my gown. The silk was no barrier at all, I could feel the heat of his palms trailing my waist, my hips, sliding up to cup my breasts through the material. 

My body responded instantly, each touch sent shocks through me. With a sharp tug, he found the zipper of my gown and stripped the fabric down my shoulders, the cool air of the room hitting my overheated skin, raising gooseflesh across my arms. 

He pulled the gown down to my waist, exposing my breasts to the dim light and his hungry gaze making me shivered. 

I was already wet, a slick, aching throb pulsing between my thighs. He didn't waste time. His hand slid between my legs, his fingers tracing the damp lace of my panties before pushing the fabric aside. 

I let out a choked moan as he slid a finger inside me, a cold sharp shiver ran down my spine stealing the remaining air from my lungs.

He curled his finger upward, finding that spot that made my head spun, while his other hand moved to my chest. He rolled my nipple between his thumb and forefinger, pinching just hard enough to walk the line between pleasure and pain.

"Ohh God," I moaned, my head falling back against the bed, my eyes squeezing shut. 

The feelings were overwhelming, a storm of pleasure rising inside me that I couldn't control.

He didn't stop. If anything, my reaction made him continue. He added a second finger, stretching me, scissoring them inside my tight channel while his thumb found my clit, circling it slowly and gently. 

"This is what you want, isn’t it?" he growled against my neck, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through my chest.

I could barely think, let alone speak. I nodded but feeling breathless, my hips bucking against his hand to take him deeper. "Yes," I managed to whisper, my voice trembling. "God, yes."

He pulled his hand away suddenly, leaving me empty and aching. Before I could protest, he gripped my chin, forcing me to look at him. His eyes were dark, predatory, filled with a heat that scared and thrilled me. "Tell me to stop," he demanded, his voice rough and commanding.

The words hung in the air between us. I looked at him, at the man who held my pleasure in the palm of his hand. I could say it. I could end this, I knew how dangerous he is. But I didn't want control. I wanted this. I wanted him to take everything I had to give. I stayed silent, my lips parted, my chest heaving. I didn't tell him to stop.

A dark smirk curved his lips. "Good girl."

He released my chin and gripped my hips. "Turn around," he ordered.

I obeyed without hesitation, scrambling onto my hands and knees on the bed.

Without a warn. I felt the rough pad of his finger circling my clit again, teasing the sensitive nub before sliding back to my entrance. He pushed two fingers deep inside my pussy, fucking me with them hard and fast. I cried out, burying my face on the bedsheet to muffle the sound.

"So fucking wet," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "You're dripping for me, Lucian's Luna."

The name Lucian made my chest tightened, but the second his fingers circle my clit again everything inside me froze.

He pulled his fingers in and out, and I felt the blunt head of his cock pressing against my entrance. He was huge, thick and heavy, the heat of him searing my skin. He teased me for a moment, sliding the head through my wetness, coating himself in my juices. I pushed back against him, silently begging, needing to be filled.

He gripped my hips hard, tight, and thrust forward.

I screamed as he slammed into me, burying himself to the core in one brutal stroke. The stretch was intense, a burning pleasure-pain that stole my breath. 

He didn't give me time to adjust. He pulled back and thrust in again, even harder.

"Take it," he grunted, his hips snapping against my ass. "Take every inch."

I mind was blurred. The sensation of being so full, of being fucked so thoroughly by the most deadliest Alpha inside my pack shattered my control. I could feel the heat radiating off his body, his eyes darkening with something I couldn't understand.

His fingers finding my clit again, rubbing it in time with his thrusts.

"Alpha Xander please!!" I moaned again my entire body trembling in pain and pleasure.

"Yes good girl, come for me," he commanded, his voice dangerous.

And I came again, my body convulsing, my pussy clamping down on his thick dick . I screamed waves of ecstasy washing over me, drowning me in pleasure. I could feel him swelling inside me, his thrusts becoming more deeper.

"Fuck!" he roared, burying himself deep one last time.

I felt him pulse, his hot cum flooding my insides, coating my walls. The feelings of being fucked and filled by him, pushed me over the edge into a second, smaller orgasm. 

We collapsed together The pleasure was so intense, so absolute, that the edges of my vision began to blur and everything went dark.