LOGINShare
CHAPTER 2: Whatever Position He Wants
publish date:
2025-11-26 12:28:42Isabella’s POV
Immediately the cold hand grabbed my wrist, pure instinct took over. I didn’t think... I simply moved. I twisted, grabbed the arm and flipped the person clean over my shoulder and they hit the floor with a loud and painful thud. “Ugh... Isabella!” My heart dropped. Alpha Edmund.. my mate was lying flat on his back like a sack of potatoes. That explains why I'd didn't hear him sneak up on me. “Oh my moon!” I rushed toward him. “Edmund... Edmund, I’m so sorry! I didn’t know it was you! Why would you grab me like a villain in the dark?!” He groaned and pushed himself up slowly, clearly not impressed. “I was trying to be romantic.” “Romantic?” I blinked. “By grabbing me from behind in the dark like a kidnapper? Edmund, that’s not romantic... that’s...” I trailed off. His jaw tightened. He dusted himself off like I’d tossed dirt on his royal dignity. “You used to like surprises.” “I like flowers, Edmund. Not heart attacks.” He didn’t smile. In fact, he looked… annoyed. Actually, more than annoyed. His eyes had that familiar tightness... worn-out frustration, the kind that had been growing between us for months now. “So,” he muttered, “you’re going to flip me every time I try to touch you?” “That is not what I said,” I sighed. “You just scared me.” He stepped closer, lowering his voice. “I came to pull you to bed. It’s late.” Ah. There it was. I rubbed the back of my neck. “I know. I’m coming.” He smirked a little... like he thought “coming” meant something else... and took my hand, leading me inside. We got to the bed and he didn’t waste time. He tugged off his shirt and gave me that look... the “you know what I want” look. The problem was… I knew and I also knew I wasn’t in the mood. I didn’t feel connected and I didn’t feel wanted... I felt like a duty. He slid closer. “Bella, come here…” I gently pushed his chest. “Not tonight, Edmund.” He froze and the annoyance in his face sharpened. “Again?” I swallowed but held my ground. “I’m tired.” “You’re always tired,” he muttered. “And you’re always annoyed,” I shot back. His eyes darkened but not with desire. With anger. With something deeper and harder. “Forget it.” He rolled to his side and lay stiff as a log. I stared at him with hurt chewing at my chest. “Edmund,” I whispered, “what was that meeting about? I heard the words Lycan King...” “I’m going to sleep,” he said coldly. And just like that, the wall between us grew another inch. I watched his back rise and fall in the darkness and realized sleep wasn’t coming for me at all. *** When I finally drifted off, it felt like I blinked once and by the time I woke up, Edmund was gone. Of course. I sighed, got up and washed my face and by the time I slipped into a simple gown and tied my hair back, I felt a little more like a Luna and a little less like an abandoned pillow. I headed toward our son’s room but Clara was already there. “Magnus is ready, my Luna,” she said quickly when she saw me. “Washed, dressed and full of smiles.” My little boy ran to me, wrapping his arms around my legs. “Mommy!” I smiled and hugged him tightly. “Good morning, sunshine.” “Good morning, Mommy!” I looked up at Clara. “Thank you.” She bowed. “Always, my Luna.” Ramona met us in the hallway as cheerful as always. It felt really good having her around as a sister in law, the only surviving family Edmund had and most importantly as a friend. We all headed to breakfast together but Edmund wasn’t there.. Again. I tried not to frown, settling Magnus beside me. My guards stood nearby like statues... watching silently, loyal and unblinking. I swear one of them didn’t even breathe. Magnus ate happily, Ramona chatted and Clara smiled politely whenever someone called on her to refill a goblet or so but inside, a small seed of unease grew. Edmund was avoiding me.. *** I didn’t see Edmund the entire day. Not in the halls, not in the training grounds and not in the council room. He was like smoke... there, but always slipping away when I reached for him. By the time night came, I felt drained in a different way. Not physically… emotionally. I changed into my nightgown and stepped onto the balcony, the same place I'd stand to stare at the pack below me. The gardens glowed softly under the moonlight peacefully and quiet until... A shadow moved below. I frowned and leaned forward slightly. Someone was in the garden. Tall. Broad shoulders. Familiar outline. “Edmund?” I whispered. He was never in the garden at night. Never walking quietly like a thief. What was he doing? Without thinking, I slipped on shoes and walked downstairs silently, letting my wolf senses guide me. I kept low behind the bushes and then a sound reached me.. A soft gasp and then... Kissing. Fierce, hungry and loud enough for the moon to hear. My stomach dropped. No. No, no... I stepped forward and froze. Edmund. My mate and my husband was actually kissing someone pressed against a tree. I stepped closer with my heart beating. The girl turned her face just slightly and… Clara…? My maid?! My chest constricted. “Edmund?” My voice came out softly but sharp. He pulled away casually. Not guilty and not shaken.. not even embarrassed. Clara, however, looked like she wanted to sink into the earth and disappear forever. “L-Luna...” “Leave us,” Edmund said, not even looking at her. She scrambled away so fast she almost tripped over her own feet and I stepped closer with my eyes burning. “How long?” I asked quietly. Edmund didn’t answer immediately. He just sighed... annoyed again as if I was the inconvenience. “You hardly want me anymore, Isabella. What do you expect me to do?” I stared at him, stunned. “You’re blaming me?” “Yes,” he said simply. “You used to love me. You used to want me but now you avoid me every night.” “I avoid you because I feel like a stranger sleeps beside me!” I snapped. “I left everything... everything... to be your Luna because I loved you!” He scoffed. “Love wasn’t the only reason, Isabella. You agreed because our parents betrothed us since we were children and the moon goddess made us fated mates!” The words were like another arrow... one I couldn’t catch this time. “So that’s what you think?” I whispered. He shrugged. “I can’t keep pretending we’re happy. For months, you won’t even let me touch you. You're depriving me of sex!” “And Clara?” I asked slowly. “She’s an omega and a maid.. my maid!” He didn’t flinch. “Clara lets me have what I want at least. What position I want and in the naughtiest ways too.” My breath stopped.. just stopped and like he’d ripped my heart out with bare hands and tossed it away. “You’re disgusting,” I whispered. “And I’m done pretending,” he said. He stepped closer with his face cold and cruel. “Isabella of Evergreen Pack,” he said softly, “I, Alpha Edmund of Evergreen Pack reject you as my mate…”
Latest chapter
REJECTED LUNA RETURNS FOR WAR! I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU
ISABELLA’S POV He came to me in the dream. Not the way dreams usually worked. Not the distorted, half-logical way where people appeared as themselves but also as something else. Where geography made no sense and time ran sideways. This was clear. The east garden. The dry fountain. The bare branches. Leon standing beside the fountain in his working clothes. That expression on his face. The kind and welcoming one. I looked at him. He looked at me. For a moment neither of us spoke. We just stood there. Two people who had never had enough time. “You’re dreaming,” he said. “I know,” I said. “How is it,” he said. “Evergreen.” “Standing,” I said. “Difficult. Rebuilding.” I paused. “Ours again.” He nodded slowly. Something in his face was different from how I remembered it in life. The tension was gone. All of it. The weight of the binding and the conquest and thirty years of a hand at the back of his neck. All of it gone. He looked free. He looked like what he might have b
REJECTED LUNA RETURNS FOR WAR! What We Carry Together
ISABELLA’S POV I told him on a Thursday. Not because Thursday was significant. Because I’d spent three days trying to find a way to do it.I guess I was finally ready. I found Edmund in the training yard. He’d resumed training two weeks after his release — not the performative training of a man proving he was fine, the genuine training of a man rebuilding something that had atrophied during eight months of east chambers. He was different in the training yard now. More serious. Less elegant and more purposeful. I watched him for a moment from the yard entrance. He sensed me — the mate bond doing what it did now that it was acknowledged and present, the specific awareness of each other that had been absent for so long it still surprised me when it worked. He stopped. Turned. Looked at me. Read my face with the new Edmund-skill of looking before speaking. “Come inside,” he said. We sat in his study. Not mine — his, the Alpha’s study adjacent to the throne room, the room whe
REJECTED LUNA RETURNS FOR WAR! Pregnant?!
ISABELLA’S POV I knew before I let myself know. That was how it worked sometimes — the body carrying information that the mind wasn’t ready to process, storing it somewhere accessible but not examined, waiting for the moment when the examination became unavoidable. The moment became unavoidable on a Wednesday morning in the fourth week. I’d been tired. Not the exhaustion of aftermath — that I’d been managing, the specific bone-deep tiredness of someone who had run on too little for too long and was slowly, imperfectly, reconstructing normal. That kind of tired had a quality I recognized and a direction it was moving in. This was different. Different in the morning specifically. The specific quality of mornings being wrong in a way that the rest of the day wasn’t. Marta came to me. Not because I’d asked for her — because Marta was the healer of Evergreen and Marta had known me since before I could form complete sentences and Marta had the specific gift of arriving when she was
REJECTED LUNA RETURNS FOR WAR! What We Build
ISABELLA’S POV I resumed the Luna role on the third day. Not with ceremony — there wasn’t time for ceremony and I didn’t want ceremony. Ceremony was for after, for when the immediate work had been done and the pack had space to breathe. What the pack needed immediately was function. I functioned. The Redmoon tribute arrangements: dissolved. The pack’s resources that had been flowing outward for eight months redirected inward. The outer settlements reintegrated properly — not managed from a distance, visited. I went to each one personally in the first week. Sat with their leaders. Heard what eight months of Clara’s governance had looked like from their end. It had looked better than I’d expected in some ways. Clara had been competent. I’d known that. Oswin had told me not to diminish her and he was right. She’d built real things. The settlement leaders had been genuinely heard. The trade arrangements had functioned. The pack infrastructure had been maintained. What it had lac
REJECTED LUNA RETURNS FOR WAR! What The Bond Remembers
EDMUND’S POV We stood in the pack house corridor for a long time before either of us spoke. Not awkward — not exactly. The specific quality of two people who had too much to say and too little framework for saying it, who had been through separate impossible things and emerged into the same morning and were now required to be in the same space without the structure of before to organize around. Before was gone. What was here was — us. Whatever that was now. Whatever we were after eight months of east chambers and a rejected mate bond and Clara and Redmoon and everything that had happened between the night I’d kissed Clara in the garden and this corridor. I looked at Isabella. She looked at me. Different. I’d known she’d be different and I’d told Ramona she was still Isabella and both things were true simultaneously. The thin and the distilled and the quality I couldn’t name that lived in her face now. She’d been through something I didn’t have words for and come back from it n
REJECTED LUNA RETURNS FOR WAR! The Price Of Freedom
ISABELLA’S POV The pack rejoiced. Not immediately — immediately there was the aftermath, the necessary and unglamorous work of what came after a battle. The wounded attended to. The dead counted. Clara’s warriors who had surrendered processed with the specific combination of firmness and fairness that a pack owed even its enemies when the fighting was done. All of that first. The rejoicing came after. I didn’t participate in the rejoicing. Not because I wasn’t glad — Evergreen was free, Clara was dead, Edmund was out of the east chambers, Ramona was whole. I was glad. But gladness and rejoicing were different things and I didn’t have rejoicing in me yet. What I had was the specific exhaustion of someone who had spent everything and was standing in the aftermath of the spending looking at what remained. What remained was considerable. What it had cost was also considerable. I walked the pack grounds at dawn. After the battle had settled. After the wounded were in Marta’s c
You may also like
My Hockey Alpha
Eve Above Story2.2M viewsTHE ALPHA KING'S CLAIM
JMFelic553.8K viewsCaged Between The Beta & Alpha
Moonlight Muse874.1K viewsAlpha's Second Chance
Salani947.3K viewsMarked by the Alphas
Lynette Eve75 viewsThe Alpha CEO and His Unknowing Mate
J. C. Veyra130 viewsDesperate Omega Seduces the Cold Enigma for his protection
JASMINE WRITES91 viewsAwakening - Eve Of Eden
L.T.Marshall120 views
