Chapter 10

My heart slammed so hard in my chest that I swore the entire vehicle could hear it.

“Are you alright?” Micah asked, his voice luring me out of my reverie, and I could only nod. “It will be fine; we are very welcoming in my pack.”

Yeah, welcoming, just what I wanted.

Only I could wake up more the next morning to see that they were driving a stake through my heart.

“Yes. I am ready to meet your pack.” The lie slid out easily from my mouth, my heart more than willing to back it up.

I was a likeable person after all. Thalia and Theo—even though the thought of him still hurt—could testify, and his pack would have no choice but to adore me.

Micah stepped out of the car, and within seconds, the door to my side opened, and I stepped out, marching on the steady ground.

I closed my eyes, taking in a deep breath, inhaling what will now be home. There was a peace and serenity that attacked my senses, the trees swaying gently as the breeze blew across us.

A scent of belonging circled me so strongly that my lips curled in a smile. This was truly home.

Releasing another breath, I opened my eyes, taking in the sight before me. Bungalows littered the sides of the tarred road, each painted in the same milk color and with a red terraced roof.

People went about their way, both man and wolf, moving as though they were one family. Often, they paused to talk, their loud voices and laughter booming across the street.

It wasn’t difficult to notice the differences between us. Their skin was tanned, the color more warm-like. The females had dresses that flowed to the floor, sewn with animal skin, while some had the Western influence on them: linen, silk, and all kinds of fabric.

It was weird to see how seamlessly they blended modernization with their own identity.

“Alpha!” A young male yelled, his body bare with only shorts hanging on his waist, and he ran towards us. His screams had attracted the rest of the pack, and their heads turned towards us.

A beat went over the crowd, and in a twinkling of an eye, we were surrounded by an overly cheerful pack, happy for the return of their alpha.

“Welcome back.” Their voice echoed haphazardly as they continued to press against him, wanting to get their scent on him.

My wolf snarled inside me, her claws raking at my insides as their hands brushed over him, but I took a deep breath to calm her down. I had to remind myself and her that he was, after all, their alpha, and they were just happy he was back.

I moved a few feet away instead, enough that I wouldn’t be so annoyed about the exchange but still close enough to see all that was going on, and I observed them.

Micah moved among them like a Messiah, his touch and words igniting light in their eyes whenever he asked a personal question. I found myself nodding. Indeed, he was the very definition of a good leader. Again, I had nothing but praise for the goddess for blessing me with such a man.

I only had to ensure nothing was going to ruin it.

I stood watching the exchange like the outsider that I was. A few offered fleeting looks, but never enough to pique their interest. Most dismissed me with just a sweep of their gaze, but it was fine with me.

Micah’s head snapped toward me, catching the annoyance etched on my face. He gave me a pleading look, as if to say, ‘I will take care of this.’

Somehow, he managed it, and before I knew it, we had slipped free of the crowd and were standing inside one of the five bedrooms in his home.

“This will be our room.” He announced with a slightly raised shoulder, his tone tainted with pride.

“Our?” My gaze swept across the spacious room. It was almost bare save for the furniture, and there were no electronics in sight except for a table in the corner where a laptop sat. Behind the bed hung a painted portrait of Micah, dressed in wolf fur.

The wide windows opened to a clear view of the pack, the land stretching out like it belonged to him.

His hands wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer to him. “Did you think I would let you out of my sight, mate?” His voice had dropped to a deathly low tone, one that was igniting molten fire inside of me.

“N-no, I was o-only.” I suddenly found myself tongue-tied, his effect too great on me.

“There are many things I wish to do to you.” He said, his gaze fixed on my lips. Without thinking, my tongue darted out, wetting both lips.

Micah’s throat bobbed as he worked it to swallow, his eyes slowly leaving my lips only to drift lower until they settled on the swell of my breast.

I swallowed painfully, the air growing thick, making it almost impossible to breathe. “What do you wish to do?” I heard a wanton voice that sounded oddly like mine asked. The invitation lay bare for him to see.

His fingers traced over the exposed curve of my breast, each touch leaving a trail of fire in its wake. “I would feast on these until they can harden at my command.”

Flames shot to my core, my thighs rubbing against each other. My body betrayed me, doing just as he had said. “I would love that.” The voice whispered again, so thickened with lust that it filled the air, and Micah wasn’t left either.

His eyes were narrowed in slits, the brown orbs growing darker as his gaze raked over me, and my legs threatened to buckle underneath me.

“But that will have to wait; we have a party to attend.” He said, and the effect was like cold water pouring down on me.

I blinked, struggling to calm the parts of me that longed to devour him. I haven’t even had a chance to taste his lips, a fact I silently cursed myself for, but there would be time for that later.

For now, it was time I got acquainted with my new pack and put on the best behavior worthy of a Luna. Later, I would explore every inch of him as I desired.

So help me, goddess.