CHAPTER FIVE

Take me” my voice echoed in the hall.

“Please, take me”

Immediately I let out those words, a feeling of regret washed over my face as I turned swiftly to leave

“Wait” His voice was not as firm, nor commanding as it sounded in the meeting with the elders, rather it was more softness and pleading

I hope he didn’t see those feelings in my eyes, I hope he did not enjoy seeing me wanting him and being vulnerable

I had messed up and as much as I wanted him that bad, letting my guard down and begging him should be the last thing on my mind, if anything he should be the one begging and apologizing for making me his prisoner under the name of being his mate, and hitting me with those big hands that left a mark on my face.

Just like I thought of it, he walked up to my front and examined my face; after seeing that the marks were gone, he was surprised at first, but maybe he had realized that, after all, I am a witch who could kill him at any moment with my powers if I wanted to.

“You healed yourself, didn’t you” Placing his hands on my face as he brushed his fingers down to my neck

This act alone had sent sensations down my skin, my body was getting weak and I wouldn’t want to be out here begging a Lycan King

“How can someone hate you and want you at the same time” I asked, my eyes spoke of vulnerability as my lips parted

“Because I chose you, and even if I haven’t marked you as my mate, you are mine, forever mine” He slid his hands across my neck and kept staring at them

"Why did you hit me?" I whispered, my voice barely audible, a mix of disrespect and vulnerability.

He didn’t answer at first, just raised a hand slowly to touch my face, his fingertips grazing the spot where his mark had been. I flinched but didn’t move away, my body betraying me, wanting to melt into his touch despite everything. His hand was warm, almost soothing, as he cupped my cheek gently, as though apologizing without words.

"I did what I had to," he said softly, his voice low and thick with emotion. "But I will never hurt you again."

My breath quickened, and a strange warmth steadied on my chest as he tilted my chin up, forcing me to look into his eyes. His power over me was undeniable, but for the first time, I wasn’t afraid.

I should have pulled away, should have fought him. But I didn’t. Instead, I found myself following him down the hall as he led me back to his chambers.

I recalled the maid showing me the trails, and from where we were heading, I knew he was taking me back to his room

Maybe it wasn’t bad after all; that is why I felt safe for the first time; his hands on my skin were enough to not look back or be afraid.

Just as he opened the doors, the guards mounted and he gave another warning

“Be watchful and I do not need any disturbance” It was quick and firm

As the door was closed behind us, the room fell quiet when he examined every corner, I wondered why someone would take me this valuable and special, even when I did not feel like it

I felt useless, and what kind of a witch doesn’t remember her name?

But this was not the time to be bothered about my identity or where I would have been if not for this savior of mine, looking all attractive and calm as he took a few strides toward me

“I do not know what it is that is pulling me to you, the connection is too strong and I couldn’t help myself as I talked down on every Elder in that courtroom, just to keep you”

His blonde hair shone in the room, and his green eyes hovered on every part of my face and upper body, it was filled with something I couldn’t quite place, it was thrilling and at the same time terrifying to me

“Why do you feel we are connected, why did you choose me, Ralph” My voice was slow

And for the first time I called his name, I hadn’t thought it would sound so beautiful to my ears as my voice did add the melody, I didn’t think I would call him by his name either, it felt untrue and right at the same time, I saw what it did to him

He let out a growl and that was it, closing the space between us as he kissed my neck

I should have pulled away, should have fought him. But I didn’t. Instead, I found myself leaning into him, his lips returned just above mine as he hovered around it, I felt pain in my neck but my attention wavered off it almost immediately

My heart pounded the heat from his body enveloping me, drawing me in so much that I couldn’t resist.

Questions surged in my head, but I let out every one of them as all I wanted was to feel him

"Take me," I whispered, my voice breaking as I surrendered to the pull between us. "Please... take me."

As he drew me in closer, his lips at last meeting mine, his eyes darkened and a deep growl erupted in his chest. At first, the kiss was gentle and hesitant, almost as if it was testing the limits. But our tension weakened, and the kiss deepened as his hands moved over my body, drawing me close to him.

I gasped as his lips left mine, trailing hot kisses down my neck, his breath warm against my skin. Every touch sent a spark through me, awakening something innate, something I had never felt before. My body responded to his every move, arching into him, craving more.

His hands slid to the small of my back, lifting me effortlessly as he carried me toward the bed. The world spun as he laid me down, hovering above me with a hunger in his eyes that made my pulse race even faster. His lips found mine again, more demanding this time, as his hands explored my body with a possessive urge

He was gentle, he wasn’t as aggressive as I thought he would be, just like the night before. I just didn’t understand his needs at then, but now even I wanted him more than he did.

As the heat steadily and slowly grew between us, clothes dropped to the floor, forgotten. Every kiss and every touch were intentionally driven by an unsaid, raw yearning. His lips never left my skin for long, and his hands were all over me, mapping my body as if he was memorizing everything.

I moaned softly as his mouth moved lower, his touch sending waves of pleasure through me; I looked down at his blonde hair as I touched and played with the softness, taking in the pleasure I felt down there.

As if that wasn’t enough, he moved to face me again, and I felt his hardness against my body, his eyes shone in need and he only needed to say it

“Please let me in, I don’t think I can hold it much longer” There was wanting, but this was deeper than I saw in his eyes

Subtle nods from my head, and he pulled inside me slowly as he fought himself for control not to go hard; as much as I felt pain slightly, the feeling of pleasure took over my body, and we sized up each other and moved to every rhythm.

I wanted more, but he was cautious enough not to be controlling, and he was mindful that every time I flinched in pain, my body wasn’t getting enough, so I moved up in a bit of a second as my legs crossed his back.

We both let out a sigh of intense pleasure as our eyes locked in, he moved inside me, and with that, I had awoken his beast

His pace quickened as he took me to a world that was filled with ecstasy, it was only us.

Time seemed to stop as we moved together, the world outside forgotten, the heat of our connection burning hotter with every moment.

Just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, he pulled back slightly, his breath ragged as he looked down at me. His eyes burned with desire

"You’re mine," he growled, his voice rough with need. "And I’ll never let you go."

Before I could respond, he claimed my lips again, the kiss fierce and possessive. We moved together, the tension between us building until it reached its breaking point. And then, in a moment of pure passion, we were lost in each other completely.

Time slipped by, maybe hours and the room got darker when I opened my eyes as we lay there in the aftermath, the weight of what had just happened settled over me. The fire between us had been undeniable, but the reality of my situation ran large in my mind.

I was still his prisoner.

And as I lay in his arms, my mind began to race with questions—questions I didn’t have the answers to. Did he truly want me as his mate, or was I just another pawn in his world of power and control?

I knew these thoughts were just doubts, what we experienced was more than ordinary and I felt a bond of connection with him more than ever before, it wasn’t normal

I turned to look at him, his eyes closed, his breathing steady as he held me close. And that’s when I noticed it, a faint shimmer of silver on his skin, barely visible in the dim light of the room.

A mark. Not just any mark, but the sign of a binding, powerful, ancient magic that tied us together in ways I hadn’t realized.

My heart pounded as I stared at it, a chill running down my spine.

What had he done?

In a hurry, I ran towards the mirror and searched my body, tore down the blankets as I touched every part of me, and there I found it on my neck

A mark of bond!

I am now his Luna, his queen, and nothing could ever change that except he pronounced me rejected!!!

I’m not sure how to feel about this, it was just a lie to me

I have to know who I am before I become the Queen of an unknown land, and this man who has taken me in, I have never seen him or heard about him before.

His eyes were closed but when I looked in the mirror in my confusion my brows came together trying to figure out everything

He was staring at my body, as I stood there bare and motionless, he enjoyed the sight, I saw the satisfaction on his face as he rose to where I stood

His eyes landing on the mark, he gave a nod, like a mission accomplished as he kissed the nape of my neck, down to my breasts, my legs became shaky as I took a bold step back, this was no longer the time to soak myself in pleasure and unrealistic things

I knew I had to decide within myself if I wanted this or not, as I looked up at him, deep into his eyes, it was unreadable, I tried to read his mind as well as my powers would let me, but I couldn’t, his spirit was too strong

He smiled, he knew I tried to know his thoughts and he didn’t let me

“I have marked you; you are mine and nothing is going to change that”

He hugged me close but I didn’t return it, yet our bare bodies touched each other and nothing could ever beat that sensation I felt each time I felt his hardness against me

But it had to stop, all of it, he was playing with my mind, my head, my body, everything in me, I didn’t even have control of my powers

“You should get dressed for dinner with my family, I'd like to introduce you,” he said as he strolled towards his robe placed carefully on the furniture, his hardness dangling as he walked, his back hard and filled with muscles, his legs hairy and as much as I find it entertaining and sexy at the same time, I had to think of my future and the future of my child.

I knew he had intentionally stayed inside me when he had a release, we both looked at each other when I felt it surge inside of me, but we didn’t talk about it, never did

I thought about his rules of me not being able to claim ownership of my child, and I lost every bit of attraction as I voiced out my thoughts

“No, I will not see your family, and I will not be your prisoner”