The betrayal

Danika POV

“Stop, my love.” My voice echoed in the room, mirroring my moans as we lay tangled on the bed.

“What babe, don’t you like it?”

Drake panted seductively as he nibbled at my neck. He wasn’t helping matters as he was back kissing me passionately again, his lips playing tag with mine and his hands doing wicked things to my body.

If we continued on this path, we would end up making passionate love—not that I didn’t want it myself anyway.

“Babe,” I called out again, and this time, thank Goddess, he stopped, panting really hard.

“You know I want you. I’ve always wanted you,” he asked.

“Don’t you want me?”

“You know I do, babe.”

“Then let’s do it. Make love to me. It wouldn’t change anything anyway,” he tried to convince me.

A part of me wanted to scream yes, but another part of me knew this wasn’t the right thing to do. I could see the desire to have me in his eyes, but I could also detect the hurt in his tone of voice, and it hurt me too.

With my eyes a little clearer from the hooded desire from earlier, I tried my best to make him see some reason.

“Babe, I know you love me,” I started, “and I love you very much too. You promised to make me yours, remember? On my twentieth birthday, which is just two days away.”

I paused to take a look at his reaction, and thank the Goddess he wasn’t taking it the wrong way.

He sighed. “Babe, you know I can’t stay a minute without you. I promise that immediately after your wolf awakens, I’ll name you as my mate and future Luna of my pack.”

He declared it with all seriousness, and my heart leaped for joy. If it was someone else, I would have doubted the credibility of this promise, but this was my Drake. My one and only lover and sweetheart.

“Thank you so much, my love.” I thanked him with the wildest kiss.

“We won’t have to be apart after then—never,” I said, breaking the kiss, and stood up. After bidding him goodbye, I reluctantly set out to leave.

When I reached home, everyone was outside doing one thing or the other.

“Dad, Mom, I’m back,” I called out, hoping against hope that my mom would say something this time.

But again, I was met with disappointment.

“Oh, my baby girl is back.” My dad craned his neck a little, his eyes never leaving my face.

“How is Drake doing today?”

At the mention of his name, my face immediately heated up. My face turned into a cooked shrimp, my mind wandering back to a few hours ago about what almost happened between Drake and me.

In two days, I would become my favorite person’s Luna. I couldn’t wait to be claimed by the future Alpha of the acclaimed, respectable, and powerful Silver Tail Pack.

I was ecstatic. A dream come true for me.

“Why are you blushing so hard?” My sister Eleanor not only chimed in, but she was two years younger than I am, and everybody’s heartthrob. She was the jovial and bold one who always went for whatever she wanted.

At the age of eighteen, her wolf awakened with beautiful eyes and white fur with a little touch of brown, making her my mom’s favorite. My dad loved her as much as he loved me, but Mom’s love for her was on a whole other level.

“I wonder why her face is all shades of red,” my dad seconded Eleanor’s comment.

I quickly ran away from my family’s presence and into my room. I wasn’t in for their teases this morning.

I dove into my bed, still shy, and my face was still all shades of red. As I swung my legs, I couldn’t help but think how the day of my awakening would be.

I’d seen a fair amount of what awakenings looked like—tearing, a flash, the sound of howling, and a change of position from standing on two legs to standing on all fours.

I hoped mine wouldn’t be as painful, and wished my wolf would be as captivating and exceptionally beautiful.

In the blink of an eye, the day had arrived, with me looking at myself in the mirror, a self-satisfying smile playing on my lips. I wore a short, silver off-the-shoulder gown with matching slippers.

I chose a pair of black earrings and a necklace for adornment. Not that it would matter after a few hours, but still, I wanted to look gorgeous and beautiful for Drake.

After all, it was my birthday and the day I would become his Luna.

One last look in the mirror and I was ready.

With my heart thudding in anticipation, I slowly pushed open the double doors that led to the grand hall. The sound of my heels clicked on the marble tiles as I stepped inside the hall.

My heart was beating so fast, almost out of rhythm, and the surrounding air was charged with heavy anticipation. But the moment I stepped inside, all eyes turned towards me.

The loud voices and chatter turned into pin-drop silence, and hushing murmurs erupted in the hall.

“Look at her, walking all majestic. Who does she think she is, acting all high and mighty like she’s already Luna?” someone from behind me sneered.

“To top it all, she doesn’t even have a wolf yet,” another person said, and they all laughed.

“She’s acting all the better because she’s the Alpha’s girlfriend,” another voice added.

“It’s good that he’s going to leave her for someone more humble, as well as prettier,” another person said, and many more injurious words continued stabbing at my heart.

Was going to leave her? Who was going to leave me? What was happening?

My head had already sprinted into a jumbled mess. Drake wouldn’t leave me for someone else now, would he? He had already confessed to me that he loved me very much.

And I loved him as much as he did. He was going to make me his Luna. So long as Drake didn’t forsake me, our feelings, our love—then nothing else mattered to me.

And with this newfound confidence, I ignored the murmurs and pushed through the crowds towards my man—until something I saw made me halt in my tracks.

Situated on the podium was a seat meant for the Alpha and the Luna. My heartbeat quickened when I saw Drake, my own man, seated in the Alpha’s seat.

And in the Luna’s seat… the one seated there was—

My eyes widened, my mouth practically hitting the floor.

What? What in the earthwide world is happening?