Chapter 14

Luca's Pov

“The people are getting worried. You were supposed to choose your Luna. Time is running out, and Silver Rose needs a strong queen,” Banabas said from where he sat at the end of the table.

Council meetings… always bringing up conversations I do not want to have. I've been avoiding this meeting since that night.

“You said you were going to choose a Luna, My King. Why the sudden change?” Royal asked. He was the youngest here, and I admired his insights and perspective on certain matters. Royal became a man who wore the sleeve of responsibility after his father died, and I entrusted him as one of the council members.

So far, he was the one person I hated the least.

“Gentlemen,” I started, “I don't see why this is a problem. I will surely get a Luna if I do not know who my fated mate is before then, but right now, we have other matters to deal with.”

“Matters like choosing a Luna. You need support from someone more than your subjects, my king,” Arturo added.

“Is there something you aren't telling us? Is the woman you picked as your lady your fated mate?” Royal asked cautiously.

I snapped my eyes to where he sat before shaking my head. “I don't see how that's any of your business. Why the sudden interest in my muse?”

“It just left me wondering, seeing that you're stalling the Luna ceremony.”

“We have other things to worry about-a pack to discuss. This meeting is not one to discuss women, and certainly not mine. I will pick a Luna when the right time comes. For now, I suggest you do your job.”

“I'm sorry, Alpha,” he swallowed and fell silent, and the once quiet meeting room returned to its uproar. While they argued and discussed matters, I wondered what Samantha was up to. I've been avoiding her since the party two days ago. Somehow, I was completely aggravated about what had happened in the greenhouse.

Did she really think I wanted to sleep with her? I do, but not at that moment. I can't explain my feelings for Samantha, and I know it is too early to be feeling—whatever it is that I feel about her—but it is definitely something. And I hate denying that every time.

So I decided to give her some space; I needed to clear my head too. But she was quiet today, which she rarely is. I wonder if she's woken up. I looked back at my men and turned to my side where Lancaster sat, filling me in on the current stats in the kingdom's trade market.

‘I know you want me. I bet you thought your avoidance tactics were working, right?’ I swallowed when I heard her voice. I could finally hear her thoughts through our mindlink, and now I'm eager to know what the hell she's up to.

‘Where are you? In a meeting? What would happen if I walked in unannounced and let you take me in front of everyone?’

I internally groaned and gripped the chair, fighting for my life. “Are you okay, my king?”

“Yes,” I strained, “you were saying?”

I heard her moans and pleas, her sensuous whispers begging me to take her and fill her little hole. But I'm not going to cave, even with beads of sweat piling up on my forehead. Even while sitting in the middle of my men, shifting my pants so they won't notice how strained my cock is underneath—how nervous I am around her, or how hard I try to hide my swollen erection.

It’s usually not the same with other women I've been with. In fact, it often felt like a chore with them. They had to work for it. But this woman, this mate the moon goddess has given me, that I simply do not want to accept, makes me a madman.

‘I want you, Luca. I want your cock in me so much. I want to feel my mate. I want to kiss you and experience the passion and danger I see in your eyes,’ she moaned again.

Giving up, I stood up abruptly. “Everyone… Get out! Now.”

They scurried out of the room, and I sat back in my seat, unzipping my pants. My cock sprang free, and I closed my eyes, not caring if I locked the doors. Fuck the doors.

‘Why aren't you answering me? You're avoiding me. I know you can hear me, but you're making it hard for me to hear you too, aren’t you?’

I stroked my cock from base to tip. She just needs to keep thinking… and I can keep stroking. It’s the opposite of how I want to barge in on her and spread her legs wide open for me. But that’s wrong… we had an agreement, and she’ll never stay, not even when I know she is still in love with her ex-mate.

I continued, stifling my groans as the pressure built up. I won’t last. I cursed under my breath as she went quiet. She must’ve given up when I didn’t respond. I can’t stop now.

I looked down at my cock, precum seeping out, its glistening head looking like it was ready to burst. I need to finish. I looked back at the door, contemplating whether to go meet her in the room. I know she’s inviting, but I need to avoid it—or else I’ll lose my mind, and I’m not ready for my servants and maids to see my protruding dick through my pants.

I closed my eyes and tried to summon the mental image of her. The announcement night, where she looked like an angel begging to be fucked. I pumped, and in no time, I spurted my release into my hands in defeat.

This won’t happen again. This is so wrong on another level—wanting an enemy from a different pack. If jealousy could be seen, I would have been outed a long time ago. I know what needs to be done; I have to reject her, and she needs to leave.