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Solara's POV
“That was one hell of a sex,” I said, my eyes fixed on Lucas as he stepped out of the bathroom. Beads of water rolled down his body, his cock was still a little hard and dangled between his legs.
Fuck… my pussy tingled so much that it hurts. Even though he had just finished fucking me moments ago, I want more of his thick shaft, pounding inside me, while wrapping his hands tightly around my neck, or spanking my ass so hard until it's hurt.
Yeah… I love the pain, it makes me wetter. But Lucas would never do that. He would insist that it isn't proper and that a man who truly loves his woman would never treat her like that. And it makes me wonder if he loves me by any chance.
Lucas thinks I need to seek help from a therapist to get over my dark fantasies. But I think I'm okay though.
My eyes were fixed on the hard cock and I swallowed hard—hungrily—like a starved beast who sees his prey but it's caged.
“You're drooling, Lara,” Lucas sneered, his voice mocking.
I snapped my head up at him, and my lips curled into a smile. “Yeah… probably because I still want it,” I admitted, winking at him. “I want to lick off the water with my tongue.“
He didn't reply immediately. He just took a slow, deliberate step towards me. “Come and lick it off then.“
Thank Goddess… I didn't waste time at all. In a swift movement, I threw the duvet off me and jumped out of the bed, my heavy breasts jingling. I stepped in front of him, and dropped to my knees with my acrylic nails digging into his thighs.
I looked up at him and oh lord... this man is too beautiful to behold. A set of stormy grey eyes. A sharp jawline that is so perfect. Skin so smooth like that of a fairy. He is perfection and the Goddess must have sculpted him on the most happiest day of her life.
Alpha. Lucas. Blackwood
Alpha of the Mooncrest Pack. He is the youngest Alpha in the Northern province, the golden boy of the Mooncrest college and the ice hockey captain.
How I wish he was mine.
Fully mine.
Unfortunately, he isn't. But soon—in six months time—he would become MINE and I don't have to hid my feelings anymore.
My name is Solara Hale, twenty-years-old, wolfless Omega from the Duskwatch Pack—a small pack in the Northern Province— a sophomore student studying Herbs and Herbalife major at the Mooncrest College and a member of the cheerleading team.
Lucas smiled and pressed his hand playfully on my face. “Stop looking at me like that, Lara,” he rasped, his voice so smooth that it's stroked my left nipples. He grabbed the base of his cock. “Now, suck me.“
“With all pleasure, my Alpha,” I replied in a sultry tone.
I pressed my thumb on the pink tip and stroke him gently, slowly. His cock became hard, thick, veined.
Fuck… the sensation went straight to my pussy and I quickly clasped my thighs together to stop the tingling down there.
A growl rolled out of Lucas' throat as he threw his head back. “Quit teasing me, Lara and take the fucking cock in your mouth,” he snarled and his hands fisted into my hair.
I tilted my head forward, parted my lips and—
“Beep. Beep.“
The loud ringing of his phone shattered the moment and I pulled back a little.
“Fuck,” he cursed in irritation, the veins on his cock more visible. He left my hair and stepped away, moving towards the bed stand. “It's better be someone important,” he raged.
I remained on my knees, managing a small smile. He is so cute and sexy when he is angry.
“Hello,” he said in a soft tone that surprised me. He was so angry minutes ago. I guess it's someone important.
“Wow!“ He roared happily, clenching his fists. “I will get everything ready. Thank you.“ He ended the call.
I smiled. That must be good news. I rarely see him laugh like this—even when I'm with him.
My eyes furrowed in surprise when I saw him walking towards the couch and gathering his clothes, instead of returning to finish what we had started.
Then when he started throwing on his briefs, I couldn't keep quiet anymore. “I'm still waiting, Lucas.“
Lucas turned back at me with a bored expression. He didn't say anything and just walked past me towards the drawer below the bedstand, opened it and retrieved a brown envelope.
“Here,” he said, extending the envelope to me. “We're breaking off the contract earlier than stated,” he said casually like I didn't matter. “Nyra broke up with her boyfriend and she is coming back to me. She is ready to finally accept our mate bond.“
The words roared in my ears like a bad music playing on a loop. My heart cracked open. My body trembled. My knees buckled, and I stumbled on the cold floor.
Finally, the man that I hoped was mine just minutes ago would be taken away from me.
Lucas was in love with his childhood best friend and fated mate, Nyra Brooks. But of course, Nyra was in love with someone else, the powerful Alpha of the Blue Moon Pack. She doesn't believe in mate bond either.
A year ago, she rejected Lucas as her mate and moved to the Blue Moon Pack, but Lucas won't stop chasing after her. He believes so much in fated mates and he didn't mind waiting for her until she realises that they were meant to be together.
Six months ago, he asked that I become his secret contract lover for a year, and then if Nyra didn't come back to him, he would stop waiting for her and move on. I had expected that she won't come back and he would fully become mine…..
But she is back now.
“Take it, Lara,” he said, his urgent voice drawing me out of my thoughts. “Nyra will be here next month and I need to start preparing for her come back.“
Tears blurred my eyes but I forced it not to spill. I glanced up at him, but still I couldn't see the man from moments ago. Who I saw is a man who can't wait to get rid of me and welcome the woman he had always loved.
“Wow,” I choked out despite the tightening in my throat. “So she is back and you can't wait to get rid of me, huh?“ I didn't realise when the words spilled out of my lips.
“But we talked about this.“ Sure it was stated in the contract that he can call it off anytime he wanted. “Wait…” his eyes narrowed. “Don't tell me you're already catching feelings for me.“
Catching feelings?
Of course, I have always loved him since two years ago—the very day the Alpha was welcoming the scholarship students. The moment I saw him, I realised that he was all I wanted, and when his hands brushed against mine in an handshake, I knew…. he was the man I wanted to take my virginity.
That was why I didn't even think twice when he proposed the deal. I saw it as the Moon Goddess answering my prayers, maybe in a different approach. I held onto the belief that soon—very soon—in the course of our contract, he would realise that I was good for him.
Summoning all the strength inside me, I forced myself and stood, fixing him a gaze. “Of course, not,” I said, making sure my voice doesn't tremble. “I'm just so happy and relieved that we are ending the contract earlier. It's been a hassle—being your dirty little secret.“
Something I couldn't really fathom flashed briefly in his eyes. Pain? Regret? Annoyance?
“Just sign this,” he said, his voice carrying a hint of hurt. “And of course, it won't affect your reward. That was why you gave yourself up for me in the first place." He gritted his teeth. "You gold digger.“
Gold digger?
It's just a single word, but it felt like his claws reached into my heart and ripped it apart. Rage coursed through me, and my hands shot out and connected to his face in a sharp and resounding slap.
'Pa!'
Solara’s pov The first time I truly understood what it meant to build a family, it wasn’t when I gave birth to Lucas.It was the day Camille called me “Mother” for the first time.She had been standing at the edge of the palace gardens, hands clasped behind her back, pretending not to watch as I helped Lucas take his first unsteady steps across the grass. She was older — already poised, already observant — her dark hair catching the afternoon sunlight.Camille was Damon’s daughter from before me.She had lost her birth mother when she was very young — too young to remember the sound of her voice clearly, but old enough to feel the absence like a quiet shadow that followed her.When I first entered Damon’s life, Camille had been wary.Not rude. Not rebellious.Just… guarded.And I never tried to replace what she had lost.I only tried to love her.. and now we are best of friends.. we’ve always been.—Our life as a family did not begin with perfection. It began with effort.When Damon
Solara’s pov The night my son was born, the moon was full.Not partially hidden. Not veiled by clouds.Full.Bright enough to bathe the palace towers in silver and turn the marble floors to liquid light. The elders would later say it was a sign — that the Moon Mother herself had chosen the hour carefully.But in that moment, all I felt was the storm inside my body.Labor had begun just before sunset. A dull ache low in my spine that I tried to ignore. I had been seated beside Damon in the western gardens, listening as he discussed trade alliances with neighboring packs. I remember gripping the armrest of my chair when the pain sharpened — sudden and consuming.Damon stopped mid-sentence.He knew.He always knew.His golden eyes locked onto mine, and the entire courtyard fell silent under the weight of his attention.“It’s time,” I whispered.Everything changed in an instant.The calm, diplomatic King vanished.The Alpha emerged.He lifted me into his arms before I could protest, carr
Solara’s pov The morning of the coronation dawned beneath a sky the color of molten gold.I stood before the tall arched windows of the royal chamber, one hand resting unconsciously over the gentle curve of my stomach. The first light of day spilled across the marble floors, warming my bare feet, illuminating the silk drapes that shimmered in ivory and silver. The kingdom stretched beyond the palace walls — forests of deep emerald, mountains crowned with mist, and the river that cut through the valley like a ribbon of glass.Today, my husband would be crowned King.And I — his mate, carrying his heir — would be crowned Queen, and Camille the princess. My reflection in the mirror felt almost unreal. My gown had been crafted over months by the most skilled seamstresses in the realm. It was made of layered white silk and pale moonstone chiffon that flowed around me like mist. The bodice was intricately embroidered with silver thread forming ancient wolf sigils — symbols of strength, un
Solara’s povThe morning after our wedding, I woke up with the sound of the ocean breathing against the shore.For a moment, I didn’t remember where I was. The air smelled different — salty and warm instead of pine and cedar from the pack lands. The sheets were softer than anything I’d ever slept on, cool silk tangled around my legs. And then I felt it.Damon’s arm.Heavy. Secure. Possessive.Wrapped around my waist.And I remembered.I was married.I was Luna.I turned slightly in his embrace, careful not to wake him, but Damon was never truly asleep when I moved. His instincts were too sharp for that. His grip tightened instantly, his nose brushing against my shoulder as he inhaled.“Where are you going, wife?” he murmured, his voice thick with sleep.Wife.The word sent warmth rushing through my chest.“Nowhere,” I whispered. “Just looking at you.”His eyes opened slowly, molten gold meeting mine. They weren’t the fierce Alpha eyes that commanded an entire pack. They were softer no
Solara’s pov It was time for me to find myself. I let out a gentle breath as I walked into the restaurant alone. Damon was out in the car and he supported that I needed to face this on my own. They sat across the table. I breathed as I walked up to them. “Hi I’m Solara..” I said with a smile. There was an awkwardness in the air. They weren’t my parents according to the findings. They were my aunt and uncle.“Hi Solara, please sit.” The man gestured and I nodded. “I am Matt, your uncle and this is your aunt, Kara.” They introduced themselves. “What would you like to drink?”they asked thoughtfully.“ I am fine.” I managed to say through the tightness in my throat. I was a bit nervous. The environment settled in naturally and we went straight to why I am here.“Your parents died during the Jason war in our time.” His first words cut deep into my heart. I didn’t have high hopes but it hurts. “Both your parents were enforcers.. and our pack was attacked.. your mother couldn’t pr
Solara’s pov The night Alpha Lucas died, the moon did not shine.It hung in the sky like a wounded thing, veiled behind slow-moving clouds, pale and trembling, as if even it could not bear witness to what had been lost. I remember kneeling in the blood-damp grass, my hands pressed against the place where his heart had stopped beating. The earth beneath us was soaked with sacrifice... With him.He died saving me.Those words circle my mind like wolves around prey. They never stop. They never grow tired.And now, three nights later, the entire pack gathers beneath the ancient oaks for his burial—the burial of an Alpha who did not fall for power, nor territory, nor pride… but for love.For me.The clearing has always been sacred. It is where Alphas are named and where they are laid to rest. The ground is soft with centuries of history—ashes, tears, promises.Tonight, torches burn in a wide circle. Their flames flicker gold against the dark bark of towering oaks. The air smells of pine r







