Mel's POV"Would it be easier if I turned around?" As soon as the question leaves my lips, he pulls out and whips me around, pulling me up to my knees. "Holy-"He spears me with his dick again. Tightening his hold on the nape of my neck, his strokes quicken. "Who do you belong to, Melanie?" he growls.I'm too engulfed in the pleasure tingling through every nerve in my body. The pressure in my core is building up fast.A little too fast. Suddenly, he grabs a handful of hair and yanks my head back, still somehow maintaining the punishing pace. "I need to hear it. Now. Who do you belong to?" His voice mixes with his wolf, and I whip my head around to make sure he's not about to mark me. Thankfully, his eyes are still green, but dark and hooded. I can tell his control is on its last thread."I'm yours," I rush out and he instantly loosens his hold."Good girl."He sounds more in control now, like it's his wolf who really needed that reassurance. Will sex be like this from now on?I pull a
Jaxon’s POV"Ayla, I need to speak with you," my mate demands through clenched teeth. Her furious aura is whipping around her, drawing the attention of everyone around us. I stand close behind her, scowling at the Alpha patrol.Amusement glistens in Ayla's eyes at the discomfort Melanie has created in the room. "Of course, let's talk in private."She elegantly stands up and starts towards the grand staircase with Dusk and Rubeus following behind her.My mate shoots me a concerned glance, but I nod towards them, encouraging her to follow. Ayla leads us into a large office with chairs scattered neatly throughout the room. I was expecting a throne room or something, but it feels more like the principal's office. Ayla sits down in the golden arm chair with Dusk and Rubeus standing beside her. I lean against the door while Melanie stands on the other side of the desk."Now, what would you like to discuss, Beta or shall I now call you, Luna Melanie?" Ayla begins.Fuck, that has a nice ring t
Jaxon's POV"I don't get it," Melanie murmurs, starting to pace back and forth in the little path she has created for herself. "You seem against the mate bond, but you mandate these Mating Balls?"Ayla deadpans. "That is one of the Moon Goddess' wishes. The only way our race will survive is if pups are produced by true mates. The mate bond only imprisons us. Our purpose is different than theirs. We must serve the Moon Goddess and oversee the werewolf world.""Then why give us a mate in the first place?""I wonder that myself, it's a waste of time. Just know that when you reject him, it will make you stronger. If you can handle that kind of pain, you'll be able to handle anything."Melanie balls her fist and lifts her face to look Ayla right in the eyes. "I won't be rejecting him, and what makes you think I want to be a puppet of the Moon Goddess?" she thunders.Ayla crosses her legs on the desk, completely unfazed by her tone. "Well, you won't be tied down by a pack. You can go anywher
Jaxon's POVAs soon as I feel the tingles shoot up my arm, the burning hatred instantly dies back down. My mate wraps her arms around my bicep. "It's okay, Jaxon," she whispers. I nod my head as I take deep, steadying breaths. She turns back to Ayla. "Stop pissing off my mate and tell me what you need from us.""There's been a rogue sighting. I would like you to handle it. Tomorrow night will do." She smirks at me. "Does that sound innocent enough for your Princess, Alpha?""Don't patronize me, Ayla," I growl, shooting another glare in her direction. "By the way...tell me, did he kill my dad?"My question seems to take her by surprise. "When we investigated his death, we could only smell rogues on his remains.""But did you search his memories?" I bite out."No."Fucking liar. "So, when you searched his memories that day, you didn't think to confirm that?"“I don't just see every memory when I touch someone. I only see the ones I'm looking for," she explains quietly.I didn't trust th
Jaxon's POVI feign a smile. "Alpha Philip, how nice to see you again." I want to tell him to fuck off, so I can watch Melanie, but I have better manners than that.I've met Alpha Philip a few times. My pack has an alliance with him and every time I've gone to his pack for meetings with Alpha Damon, he seemed like a good guy. Still looks can be deceiving, and I refuse to let my guard down around someone who was close with him."Have you found your mate?" he asks, poorly sneaking a swig out of the silver flask in his gray dress-jacket. By the smell on his breath, this isn't his first drink.With this being my third year going to the Mating Ball, I can quickly spot who's drunk and who's painfully sober, silently wishing for someone to kill them so they don't have to be here anymore.My throat grows tight. "Unfortunately, not tonight. Maybe I'll have better luck next year."A brick forms in my stomach from the lie and Shadow's growing irritation. It feels wrong not being able to claim her
Jaxon's POVI hate everything about this. I don't want to dance with this girl, I want to dance with my mate. I respect the fact that she wants to hold off from anyone knowing about us, but this is hard already. How are we supposed to do this for an entire month?"Alpha, are you okay?" Daphne asks quietly.I gaze down into her baby-blue eyes. They look too kind, too innocent. I wonder when she asked to dance if she even had a choice in the matter."Tell me Daphne, how old are you?""Why does that matter, Alpha?" Her voice trembles slightly. I can hear her heart suddenly hammering in her chest."Try again.""Sixteen."My jaw tightens.Goddess. Her father is trying to sell her off before she's even old enough to find her mate. Is the Council aware of this?"You don't deserve this, Daphne. You shouldn't even be here until you're old enough to meet your mate," I murmur.My blood is boiling. I'm sure Alpha Damon would've done this same thing if he didn't conclude that Melanie was a lost cau
Mel’s POVI watch in pure rage as my mate dances with she-wolf after she-wolf, looking like a prince straight out of a fairytale. I know he's just giving me what I want, but it feels like torture. Every girl that waltzes into his arms is touching him...flirting with him...trying to seduce him into making them his Luna. Like I get it. He's fucking gorgeous. A young, hot Alpha. Who wouldn't want that? But he's mine!We wouldn't have this problem if you let him mark you, Nina points out angrily.Thanks Captain Obvious, I retort.It's selfish, Melanie. You don't think that hurts him? I know! I shout in my head. You don't think it will hurt him more if I can't outrun my fate? If I give him hope that we can have a happy ever after and I have to rip it away from him? I know I told him it's because I want to finish training camp, but I was also lying to myself about the real reason. He has waited for me for a long time. I don't want to keep him waiting any longer, but we have so much stacked
Mel's POVOnce we're alone again, I turn to Ayla. "So, what is my gift? Seeing if people are good and bad?" I ask sarcastically.She scowls at me. "I think it's subjective. It's not as simple as saying someone is good or evil. It depends on their character, actions, and intentions. I think maybe it can even change." She tilts her head to the side. "I wonder...can you feel my aura?"I immediately shake my head and she frowns. "I know we can't use our powers on each other, but I was hoping you could see we're no threat to you."I guess only time will tell. "I thought it was just Alphas, but I could feel his poor mate's and daughter's energies," I whisper, my voice quivering in horror. "You can’t help them?""We don't interfere in pack relations unless it poses a threat to our world," she states firmly."But they could end up like-" I stop to swallow the lump in my throat.That's why I'm so bothered. I can see me and my mom in them. His mate can't escape, she'll just endure until she ult