Chapter 4

Sienna’s POV

“Don’t ruin my day, Sienna! I’ve had enough of your troubles today!”

My mother’s voice lashed through the hallway before she shoved me into a room and slammed the door shut, locking it from the outside. I heard the sharp click of the key, followed by her hurried footsteps fading away.

She had seen me drinking and fearing I might make a scene, she dragged me into the nearest empty room she could find. I fell backward onto the bed, my head spinning from all the alcohol. The world around me felt like it was swaying and the ceiling above blurred into a haze of gold and shadow.

I didn’t know how long I lay there, but then… the door creaked open.

Someone had entered the room.

Through my fogged vision, I couldn’t make out his face, but the faint scent of his cologne rich, smoky and clean cut through the drunken blur. There was something commanding about his presence, something that drew me in like a tide I couldn’t resist.

Before I could think, before reason could catch up with my body, I pushed myself up and reached for him. My hands found his chest, solid and warm beneath his shirt. Without understanding why, I pulled him closer until our breaths tangled and then my lips found his.

The kiss was wild, reckless even, born from pain, loneliness and the desperate need to forget. My heart raced like a drum against my ribs. I could taste the faint trace of wine on his lips, mingling with the sweetness of something I couldn’t name.

He didn’t pull away. Instead, his hands steadied me, one at the small of my back, the other cradling my head as though afraid I might break.

When our lips parted, I felt his breath brush my skin as he leaned closer, his voice low and uncertain against my ear. For a second, I almost remembered who I was supposed to be. But the ache inside me was louder than reason.

My thoughts blurred into the rhythm of our hearts, the faint scent of his cologne, the warmth of his hands. I didn’t know if it was heartbreak or the liquor guiding me anymore. I only knew I wanted to lose myself in the illusion that, for one fleeting moment, I wasn’t broken.

I couldn't bring myself to listen. Not with the liquor in my system and definitely not the wetness I felt in between my legs that needed this stranger's length to sate.

He seemed to understand what I needed as in the next moment,I found him undressing me.

He unzipped the zippers of the white dress I wore within a minute, it fell to my feet wth a plop, leaving me bare with just a bra to cover my boobs and panties covering my mould.

“Mhmm" i moaned into his mouth as I felt his finger graze the entrance of my mould. He peppered kisses on my neck once more before he reached for my mouth again, enveloping my lip in another hungry spasm of need.

As he kissed me, his fingers had shifted my panties and were fingering my mould, causing vibrations that made it hard for me to keep standing. I almost lost my balance but he had been quick to catch me. Carrying me up and laying me on the bed where he had undressed the remaining covers I wore.

He undressed as well and leaned back to me who was waiting on the bed for him. His lips began to kiss my thighs fervently while I was left battling my pussy that was pulsating with need.

When I felt his lips enclose on my clit, I let out a loud sigh as I held onto the sheets of the bed. Maddox had never given me an oral job before as he had said he wasn't a fan of it. But he'd always requested one from me every time.

I let out another moan as I felt the strangers lips trancing the lines of my clit, moving in and out and in circular motions around it.

When he felt satisfied, he'd stood up and slid his length into my already wet pussy and I couldn't help the whimper that escaped my lips at the introduction of his length inside me.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" I said as he struggled to fit inside.

He went slowly at first until I had all of him inside and when the last inch had gone in, he'd increase the speed with which he thrusted into me with, while I couldn't help the moans and whimpers that began to escape my lips as he filled me in ways I never imagined possible.

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The morning light seeping into the room was what pulled me from sleep. Its warmth brushed against my skin as I blinked groggily at the unfamiliar surroundings, my head pounding from the aftermath of everything I had drunk last night.

I squinted at the white walls, littered with stickers of hockey boots, ice pitches and a few trophies stacked neatly by the window. None of it looked familiar, yet something about the faint scent lingering in the air sent my heart racing.

The realization of what had happened last night hit like cold water and I jerked upright from the bed only to feel movement beside me.

“You?!”

We both screamed in unison, the sound echoing off the walls.

Ronan was by my side, bare-chested. Disheveled. His expression mirrored the same disbelief twisting inside me. My breath caught as I clutched the sheets tighter to my chest, realizing I was completely naked beneath them.

“This is impossible!” I breathed, my voice trembling. “How could this have happened?”

Ronan raked a hand through his hair, his jaw tightening in visible frustration. “Did you come here to seduce me, knowing I was drunk? Was that your plan? To use me so you could climb the ladder?”

“Excuse you?” I snapped back, anger rising like fire in my chest. “You were the one who came to me knowing I was drunk! You planned to use me, didn’t you? To humiliate me afterward!”

“Why in the world would I plan to use someone like you?” he retorted, his voice sharp and cold. “What’s there in you that I’d ever want to humiliate you for?”

“You pompous, arrogant brat!”

“You wolfless mutt!”

“You disgusting piece of garbage! Jerk!”

“Jerk? How dare you call me that?” he growled, moving closer before grabbing my wrist.

But no sooner had his hand touched me than he recoiled as though burned, his eyes widening in alarm.

“No… no, no, no,” I whispered, panic lacing my voice. Something was terribly wrong.

Before I could even move, a soft glow shimmered between us. A silver string of light formed around our wrists, binding them together.

My breath hitched, my pulse racing as the truth dawned like a cruel joke.

“Impossible,” I gasped. “This can’t be happening!”

Ronan’s face turned pale, mirroring my horror.

The silver light pulsed again, sealing its mark into our skin.

And in that moment, realization struck me with brutal clarity.

The Moon Goddess had bound me to him.

My arrogant, insufferable new stepbrother who I just shared a one night stand with was my mate.