4: MATE
SELENE
He was so close to me, I could literally feel him, it felt like something was crawling on my skin, not the irritating type of something but the exciting type.
I tried to struggle but he held me firmly, whoever this man was, he was strong as hell, and I was powerless in his grip.
Instructively, I wrapped my legs around his waist as he pushed further into me, his groin and his bulge finding my groin and pressing into it.
He held my hands apart and pinned them beside me to the tree with both of his hands, his torso was pressing into me, keeping my back upright against the tree as he sniffled and growled close to my ear.
“Mate!” he growled once again.
It was fierce, it was primal and it was infectious, “Mate!” I snarled too before I realized what I was doing.
The air was thick with the powerful scent of Moon Flower and raw hormones, I could smell him, like really smell him, his scent, the smell of his sweat, the wildness and heat that was coming off him, I could smell it all.
I wanted him like I wanted nothing else, I was hungry for him, eager for this touch, from the hard bulge that was pressing roughly against my inner thighs, I knew he wanted me too.
“I said, Kill him not fuck him!” the voice whispered again in my ear.
It was like someone slapped me in the face and the hold was broken.
What the hell was I thinking? Another mate bond? So soon? So quickly after my last mate cheated on me and then killed me and my unborn child to hide his infidelity?
Why was I getting the hots for yet another mate? This was not going to be any different, he too would do the same thing, cheat and lie and kill as it pleased him.
I would be an absolute fool if I let the mate bond blind me into falling for another scumbag again.
His hold on my wrists slacked as he slowly began to breathe against my face, his deep blue eyes filled with lust as he stared at me hungrily.
The look of lust and hunger left my face and was quickly replaced by an angry look.
I yelled then yanked my hands free from his grip and slapped him hard across the face.
The man staggered backwards and looked at me with a mixture of pain and confusion.
I didn’t care, all I wanted was to rip his heart out of his chest and that was exactly what I tried to do.
As I dashed forward to deal the death blow, two strong hands held onto me on either side of my shoulder and pushed me to the ground.
I tried to struggle but I was outnumbered. There were three men behind me, two of them held me down and the third was unsheathing a blade to stab me in the back.
Where the hell did these three men come from? That was what I thought as the dagger came down swiftly, aiming for my spine.
“Stop!” the man thundered in his deep voice and the third man paused his attack.
“We are taking her back with us,” he said, looking directly at me.
I sneered at him, my eyes filled with fury and anger, I regretted not being able to deal the death blow before his men came to his rescue.
After that, he did not say another word to me, he just walked past me.
The two men holding me down kept me down until the third guy could bind me with thick ropes and then they pulled me along with them deeper and deeper into the thick forest, farther and farther away from my home, from my revenge!
I struggled wildly but it was to no avail but that didn’t stop me.
I kept struggling until I got to their pack and was thrown into a jail cell.
“Get me out of here, damn it!” I yelled as I slammed into the silver bars. Just making contact with it made me weak, there seemed to be no way of escape.
“Hello?” a small shy voice whispered from the darkness.
I ignored it, for all I knew, it was the same voice that had been whispering in my ear since I came back from the dead.
“I will kill you all when I get out of here, do you hear me? Let me out!” I yelled and slammed into the bar again, once more the silver weakened me and I staggered backward and fell to the ground that was covered in straw.
“There is no point, those bars are made of silver,” the small voice said.
I spun around, I was not imagining it, there was someone else here with me, “Who are you?” there was much hostility in my voice as I stared into the darkness, my wolf sight kicked in and I could make out a girl, she looked at least eight years younger than me with crew cut black hair and huge scared eyes.
She shuddered further into the darkness, shaken by the look on my face and the tone of my voice.
I took a deep breath, “I’m sorry about that, I have had a bad day… who are you?” My voice was much friendlier.
“Calista, and you?” the girl replied.
I gave her a warm smile, “Hey Calista, I am Selene… do you have any idea where we are?”
“We are prisoners of the Denizen!” she said.
I frowned, the Denizen pack, one of the rivals and not-too-distant neighbors of my own pack. Shit! So I had fallen into enemy hands.
“I have to get out of here, Calista, I don’t belong here!” I said as I looked around, searching for a possible route of escape.
“I’m sorry Selene but… there is no escaping the Denizen,” she said and curled up into a ball, “We are all going to die here!”
I frowned, I was not going to die anywhere, not until I had ripped out the heart of that traitor!
The silver cell yawned o
pen and I looked up to find two guards staring down at me, “The alpha has summoned you!”
SELENE The blood drained from my face at Tristan's words. "I…" The words tangled on my tongue and my mouth opened and closed multiple times as I tried to figure out what to say, but nothing was coming. What happened last night? I could not remember anything…but Tristan must have seen something…something that told him I was behind the night ripper he had been after all these while. But what…? I could not say too much and risk giving out information that he did not know and digging an even deeper grave for myself. I felt like I was drowning, struggling to breathe through the sudden weight pressing down on my chest. "Where do I even start?" Tristan muttered after a few seconds of watching me flounder around for what to say, dragging a hand through his hair, making it even messier. "Start what?" I whispered as I stared at him, my heart hammering against my ribs. Goddess…why did my voice sound so small? Tristan exhaled sharply, then pushed himself up from the chair as he started t
SELENE "Ugh…my eyes…" I groaned, squinting as the sunlight stabbed at me like tiny, white-hot needles. I turned my head, burying my face into the pillow, but the damage was already done and now I was wide awake. I cracked one eye open, then the other, slowly adjusting to the golden light flooding the room. Wait…that was strange. I was pretty sure we had drawn the curtains shut last night. Tristan had been so insistent, muttering something about the cold draft sneaking in through the windows. I had watched him pull the heavy drapes closed, the muscles in his back shifting under his skin, and then he had turned back to me, those wickedly playful eyes filled with intent… Heat flooded my cheeks, and I yanked the blanket over my head, mortified at where my mind immediately went. Goddess…I could still feel the phantom traces of his hands on my skin, the way his mouth had worshipped every inch of my body. I pressed my palms against my burning cheeks, groaning again but this time from
TRISTAN My hands were trembling as I pulled Selene gently into my arms, trying to shield her body with mine. “Selene,” I whispered, pressing my forehead to hers, “Selene, what the hell just happened? What was that?” My brain was racing. None of this made sense. I had left her sleeping in our room not long ago. I had kissed her forehead, brushed her hair back and promised her that I would be back before she even noticed I was gone. So how the hell was she here now? Naked, unconscious, inside the remains of the night ripper? Was she…was she the one controlling it? Had it been her all along? No…that couldn’t be…right? Or had it tried to kill her but we got it before it could? But how had it gone up to my room, the pack was guarded and warded too…. Thoughts swirled around in my head, faster than I could keep up with, and I had no idea what to do. But how else could this make sense? The white smoke had formed her. I clutched her tighter, trying to shield her as the footsteps of my
TRISTAN The monster stared right at me, and I felt a shiver run down my spine, but I straightened and held its stare, refusing to flinch, a tight smirk curling my lips. “You are in my trap now,” I said under my breath, just loud enough for myself. “Your little reign of terror ends tonight.” It started moving again, slow and almost sluggish, like the runes were doing their job. Each step it took flickered more of the silver light around it, and I could smell the acrid burn of smoke where its misty form brushed the poison laced lines. Good…that meant our plan was working. Without a single hesitation, I ran towards it, my poison coated dagger already in my hand, cool and steady, coated in that rare venom we had spent a ridiculous amount of money to acquire. But now, as I closed the distance, I could feel its effect on the creature, and seeing how it flinched when I got close to it, its body coiling tighter in defense - made it all worth it. “You messed with the wrong pac
TRISTAN “You all know the plan,” I said, my voice steady, there was no room for doubt. “We may not have the full team, but the strategy holds. Do all you can to get it to the trap, and I will be at the end waiting.” Dorian exhaled hard through his nose, then lifted his chin. “We’ve got this.” “We do.” I met the gaze of every man there. “We finish this... tonight.” They nodded, one by one, every last one of them. There was no single hint of fear on their faces despite the fact that we were not prepared for this, they were all determined to see this through. That was why I knew that I could trust them with my life. “Do not let it double back,” I added. “Keep it moving. If you need to slow it down, do it, but do not get cocky. It’s faster than it looks.” “Yes, Alpha,” they echoed as one. I watched them melt into the trees, quiet as shadows, spreading out just like we’d trained. All our planning came down to this moment. I stood alone for a second longer, drawing in a slow brea
TRISTAN I walked ahead of my men, scanning the trees like I had a hundred times already, and there was nothing there, no footprints…no scent…no movement…just the same quiet tension pressing down on us. The Ripper was still out here, I was sure of it. But the bastard had gone quiet…too quiet. There had been no attacks in weeks, just silence, and while I should have been happy about that because it meant I did not lose any more pack members, something told me that whatever was coming was big….It did not sit right with me. It was almost like it had vanished into thin air, but I knew better, I knew that it was still in my pack and it would fall into my trap soon. All we could do now was wait and hope he was arrogant enough to fall into it. I rubbed the back of my neck and sighed. It was hard to focus today. My head kept drifting back to the pack house…back to Selene. She had still been asleep when I left, curled up under the blankets, one leg sticking out like she was fighting the
SELENE I got serious this time, with Tristan and I silently exchanging blows and none of us refusing to give in to each other. You’re not the only one who can play foul, I thought to myself as my heart pounded loudly. The moment I saw an opening, I moved quickly, stepping into his space and closing the distance between us until our noses were almost touching. I could feel the heat rolling off his body, the rise and fall of his chest. And then, in a tone I knew would undo him, I whispered in the most seductive voice I could, “I’ve missed you in bed.” Tristan's eyes went wide in shock as he stumbled a little and lost his footing, just like I hoped. That single second of hesitation was all I needed, I used the opportunity to grab his shoulder, twisting my weight, and taking him down hard onto the mat. He grunted as his back hit the floor, and before he could recover, I straddled him, my knees braced tightly on either side of his thighs and my hands pressed to his chest. “Got you,”
SELENE Tristan stepped into the ring without taking his eyes off me. “You may not see it…” he said, his voice smooth and calm as he began bouncing lightly on the balls of his feet, loosening his shoulders, “...but that boy looks at you like you hung the stars.” What!?? I didn't even know what I was expecting from Tristan, but that was the last thing I expected him to say. “I need him to not get any ideas about my mate,” he added, flashing that grin again…the one that showed a hint of fang, just enough to make my heart start beating faster. “Now, are we doing this or not?” “So…” I began as I raised my fists, “you’re really here just to spar? Or are you here to mark your territory?” “Maybe both,” he said, meeting my eyes with a glint that made my stomach flip. “What can I say? I don’t like sharing.” “Who says you have anything to worry about?” “I know I don’t,” he said as calm as ever. “But that does not mean I will not remind the entire pack that you are mine.” I raised a brow
SELENE “You seem pretty distracted. Is there something on your mind?” Eli grunted just before his fist came flying toward my face. I barely dodged his blow in time as I twisting to the side, but the movement threw off my balance. My foot slipped, and before I could recover or find my footing, I landed flat on my ass with a hard thud with the impact sending a jolt up my spine. I needed to focus or I would get hit. “Ugh…” I groaned, glaring up at him from the mat. “Remind me again why I agreed to spar first thing in the morning?” Eli laughed, already extending a hand toward me. “Because you said you would get rusty if you did not move. Your words, not mine.” I grabbed his fingers and let him haul me up, brushing dust off my training clothes as I caught my breath. The morning air was cool against my skin which was still sticky with sweat. My muscles ached in the best way…but my mind was all over the place and I could not get myself to focus. “I’m fine,” I muttered, turning away f