Dylan
Again, I imagined the slender woman sitting in the kitchen, her long blonde hair and smooth heart-shaped face undeniably beautiful. It was why I couldn’t share a room with her, despite the hurt I knew it caused her. After all, I was still a hot-blooded male who saw how god-damned beautiful she was—every day. I didn’t trust myself to share a bed with such a beautiful woman and keep my hands to myself. I knew Cherry was only eighteen and likely hadn’t had any experience with guys. After all, from the age of eleven, she’d known she was destined to be my mate and the future Luna of the Starsmoon pack. She deserved her first time to be with someone who truly cared for her. And although I found her beautiful and desirable because of my parents and the future they’d decreed for us, Cherry came with too many trappings. I was a future Alpha. My future wouldn’t be dictated to me by anyone.
Once, after a few beers, I’d confessed all this to Bert, my Beta, and friend. He’d advised me to try things with Cherry. To get to know her for herself. He’d told me that he knew her better than I did, and he could see how she could be right for me if I only gave her a chance. Bert was only a couple of years older than Cherry. He’d hung around with her and had lessons with her when they’d been kids. They’d shifted together as juvenile wolves and gotten into the usual scrapes that the young’uns all did, egging each other on with dares to run into ranch-land or stalk the suburbs of Seattle.
Bert claimed Cherry had been one of the most daredevil wolves in those feats. Fearless. A Luna in the making. For some reason, Bert’s stories about Cherry’s perfectness for me had only made me mad. I mean, where was the daredevil wolf he spoke about? If she was, how could she be okay with what fate had dished out to us? Where were her wolf’s stubbornness and aggression? Why was she just rolling over? She was the epitome of domesticated: always cooking and cleaning for me. Hell, recently, she’d even been mending my clothes, claiming when I told her that she didn’t have to that she liked it.
Who the hell likes sewing?
But the night Bert had tried to change my mind with his adventurous stories about Cherry, I’d been so pissed-off that my friend was trying to trap me into this oppressive life, too, that I’d told him that if he thought her so brilliant, he should pop her cherry.
The words hadn’t been out of my mouth for more than a second before Bert decked me. Hard. My own Beta. Any other time I’d have fought back at such disrespect. But that night, I’d walked away from him, ashamed of myself. Cherry deserved more respect than that.
With a sigh, I clicked open another email, hoping to find something to occupy my thoughts.
Then, a gentle knock sounded at the door. “Yeah?” I called out.
Cherry pushed open the door, carrying a steaming mug. Another of her nightly habits, especially if I didn’t join her for dinner. She’d warm up a cup of milk and bring it to me.
“Hey,” she settled the cup on my desk. “Don’t work too hard. Remember, it’ll still be there in the morning, and a future Alpha needs his rest.” She smiled sweetly.
I stared at her, thinking about how much she kept on trying, no matter how much I kept pushing her away. Her grey stare was pensive, but there was something else there. Fondness. I was struck with the thought that she would keep treating me well, no matter how many times I pushed her back.
I offered her a warm smile. “I won’t, I promise.” I picked up the mug, bringing it to my lips, hoping it would give her some satisfaction to see me drink.
The milk was just the right temperature, with a tiny hint of honey, and before I knew it, I’d downed it. As I brought the empty cup down from my mouth, I noticed Cherry’s eyebrows raised in surprise.
God damn it.
Too late. I realized this was the first time I’d finished any of the drinks she’d brought me. Usually, I left half-finished cups here in my study. I guess as a not-so-subtle protest that, I wouldn’t submit to any part of the mating bond.
I shrugged, trying to downplay what just happened. “You made it perfectly.”
With the back of my hand, I wiped a stray drop of milk from the corner of my mouth and then noticed Cherry’s intent stare slipping to my lips. I spotted the way her throat bobbed as she watched.
“Thanks,” I said abruptly, setting the mug down and turning my attention back to the computer screen, pretending the email in front of me had me absorbed.
“You’re welcome,” she said, her voice husky, before picking up the mug and leaving the room.
As I read the same line over and over, the echo of her breathy voice rang in my ears, and a while later, I realized that my fingers kept touching the corner of my mouth as if her gaze had left a mark.
Cherry Our whole pack was seated around a huge banquet table, draped in crisp white linen and decorated with candles and flowers. A feast of rich dishes rested along the middle, which the pack had all pitched in to make, and were all enjoying now. Despite the festive mood, my own was strained. I sat to the left of Dylan. He was to the right of his father, while Heather sat to Chris’s left. I felt like Dylan, and I were supposed to be the mirror image of our Alpha and Luna, but creeping shame built in me. I couldn’t help noticing how often Heather leaned in to talk to Chris or patted her husband’s arm and other little signs of affection that marked the pair as a proper couple. Whereas Dylan and I had barely exchanged two words all night. Dylan mostly talked to his father about pack business. The only time I managed to speak to him was to ask if he’d tried the salmon or venison and other dull things. A sheen of sweat beaded along my forehead as I dwelled on what everyone must be thin
Cherry As if underwater, I heard Heather and Chris’s voices telling Dylan and me to go and join the party. The pack’s excitement flooded the room. Someone had set music playing, the pounding beat like the jackhammer of my heart. Everything around me seemed to blur. A wall of well-wishers surrounded me for what felt like an eternity. With each exchange, my breath caught more sharply. It barely registered as my dad found me, pulling me into a giant bear hug. In his arms, my feelings threatened to spill out, but more excited arms soon tugged me onward. Finally, at the edge of the room, the space around me was clear of friends. I take a step, only to find myself teetering as if walking on unstable ground. Belatedly, I realized that I was, somehow, beside Dylan. He must have come out the other side of the pack, too. Instinctually, my arm reached out to him, curving around his but Dylan tensed. A frown marred his handsome brows, and he pushed me away as if unable to bear my touch. I gape
Cherry Dylan was heavy. Luckily, he was lucid enough to walk, albeit with lurching steps. He was so tall compared to my petite frame. My head only came up to his chest. Even in the heels I wore, he towered over me. Now and then, his big hand flopped against my neck or down my back as he steadied himself. By keeping an arm around his waist, I guided him in the right direction and kept him upright. Within a few short minutes, we were at our door. It suddenly dawned on me that I’d left my coat, with my keys, at Dylan’s parents. “Fuck,” I swore. Dylan let out a deep laugh, and my eyes darted up to him. He stared down at me. “I haven’t heard you swear before.” With the way he blinked at me, you’d have thought I’d grown a second head. I reminded myself that he was drunk. He probably was seeing two of me. I sighed, “Well, now you have.” Irritation needled through me as the cold night stung my bare arms, neck, and back. Even Dylan’s body heat as he leaned on me couldn’t chase the cold aw
Cherry His fingers fell away, and I felt the head of his arousal press against my entrance. Its firm pressure was delicious. I opened to him completely. Gently, he drove into me, stretching me wider and wider. I felt a shudder of pain, but pressing my legs against his ass, I encouraged him further in. The discomfort was soon gone, and only his fullness was left. It was all I could think about. As he moved, I bucked against him, and it was the most exquisite pleasure I’d ever experienced. His breath was on my throat, his tongue trailing kisses down to the neckline of my dress. He dragged the silk up and over my head, stripping me of my bra too. Then his attention was on my breasts, kneading and nuzzling them. As he thrust into me and suckled, I spiraled over the edge. “Dylan,” I panted. I’d lost track of the number of times I’d come apart when he found his own release, letting out a groan and spilling hot inside me. *** When I blinked my eyes open, it took me a moment to convince
Dylan I lumbered into the loft: the open-plan office was where I spent a large portion of time. The Starsmoon kept a complex of buildings here in which to manage our various businesses. We ran a diverse range of trades, which allowed our community to be autonomous and sustain us. We managed a few farms, a large amount of forestry, and a timber and silage business. All of these things required day- to-day admin tasks. Yet, I couldn’t focus on the dozen or so tasks that had racked up because all I could think about washer. Cherry. And the spectacular mess I’d made of things. I hadn’t thought it could get any worse than playing house and being trapped in a life I didn’t want. Well, it could. And it had. Through drunken sex, and my life had reached the breaking point. I swept a hand tiredly across my face, still feeling groggy from the party two nights’ ago. I didn’t usually drink much. A beer or two with Bert or the other guys in the pack was usually the limit. Whereas at the party,
Dylan I stiffened, feeling the weight of guilt settle on my shoulders. I didn’t dislike Cherry. But I couldn’t stand this feeling of being trapped in something I hadn’t chosen. I was a fucking Alpha, for Nuu-Chah’s sake. I gave the orders. I drummed my fingers on the desk, wondering how I could ever accept this. Then, a flash of Cherry, looking at me with her grey eyes, almost silver like the dress she’d worn the other night, shot through me. The memory of her gaze on me with such meaning, although it still caused my stomach to knot, also fired a note of desire through me. Maybe, just maybe, our path would bring us together. Maybe with time, I could grow to accept her. When Bert brought me my much-needed caffeine hit, I fired up the laptop, and my tasks engulfed me. The day flew by, and when I returned home with the dusk, it was with anticipation. I’d resolved to talk to Cherry: to try to patch things up for the sake of the future. For the sake of what we might be to each other giv
Cherry It was the day before the Moon Ceremony, and I felt sick to my core. Apprehension was wreaking havoc on my body. Inwardly, I chided myself. Why had I left it until the last minute to leave? But the logical reasons for doing so came to my rescue. These reasons had become something of a mantra for me over the last few days. As I packed the last of my stuff into the small carry-on suitcase, I reminded myself of them. Today’s flight from Seattle had been the cheapest I could find by far. On top of that, the scholarship I’d been lucky enough to be awarded for my tuition abroad would only start in the fall. Until then, I’d have to find a job for my living expenses. I had a small amount of savings that would give me a few weeks in a cheap backpacker’s hostel in Berlin until I secured a job, but it was hardly much. So, it had been safer to wait until the last minute. The worst-case scenario was that I had to live in a hostel for the summer months and work at whatever job I found befor
Dylan Rich said, “You don’t look well, Cherry. Maybe I should call Dylan.” “No,” I exclaimed, hearing the note of panic ringing in my tone. “No, I’m fine,” I tried more calmly, but I noticed Rich’s expression grow serious, and his eyes widened as he looked behind me. He’d caught sight of the suitcase on the back seat. Now both Rich and Sam were looking at me strangely. Worriedly, I realized. I steeled myself, and even though I knew they wouldn’t believe me, I said, “I’m fine. I’ll see you later.” I knew the guards wouldn’t dare stop me. As their future Luna, they respected me too much, but that didn’t mean they wouldn’t inform Dylan. Quickly, I climbed back into the car, started the engine and drove out of Lord Hills. Panic quickened my heart, and sweat dampened my forehead. I felt it slipping down my back beneath my thin T-shirt, as I cursed the narrow lanes that didn’t allow for much speed. As I trundled along, it felt like no time at all before a shape appeared in my rear vi