What are you looking at?

The three-decade-old woman flashed a weak smile at me, one that vanished into thin air almost immediately and dashed to the living room, which was only a few seconds walk from the dining room where we were.

My heart pounded against my chest as I dragged my feet along the tiled floor of the house. I tried to imagine what she could want to say but I couldn't. She wore a thick grimace that I found difficult to decipher.

"Have your seat," she muttered, pointing at one of the sofas behind us when we got to the living room. It was a different one entirely and I hadn't seen it when I came in the other time.

I took a deep breath and did as she said, my eyes flickering around. I fiddled with my hands as I managed to keep cool despite the heat in me that was threatening to blow me apart.

"Can you tell me more about yourself?" She inquired, her lips pursed together. I took a deep breath, muttered a word of prayer to the moon goddess and then began.

"My name is Emma and I am the daughter of Luna Mirabel. My mother got married to one of the wealthiest alphas."

"And what about your father? Where is he?" She went on, a thick frown laced to her brows. I took a deep breath with my hands on my laps.

"My father died when I was little."

I could feel every nerve in me standing taut as I awaited words from her. She was mute and made not even a sound as she continued to examine me from head to toe.

She didn't look too pleased. or she wasn't pleased in the least but there was nothing I could do about it.

I took a deep breath as I waited for her to speak.

"I just hope you'll make a really good Luna for the pack. I don't seem to like you and that's mostly because you're not from here. I want you to prove yourself worthy, got it?" She fired at me with bloodshot eyes.

"Yes, I'll note that ma," I managed to say while stuttering uncontrollably.

"That's good. It's almost time for dinner. I need you to go call Scott from his room. Also tell him that I said I do not want any excuse for him not to be here." Her voice was firm and dominating and with each word that came out of her mouth, I developed goosebumps.

I rose to my feet with immediate alacrity, muttered, "Alright, ma," and then dashed off as quickly as my legs could carry me.

Thankfully, I saw his sister at the head of the stairs as I was ascending. She had stood there and eavesdropped on my conversation with her mother.

"Are you alright? I hope you're not terrified?" She asked in a low, whispering voice as soon as I got to her.

The look on her face would have sent me reeling with laughter if I didn't remember that I was in a different place.

"Can you please help point out Alpha Scott's room? She asked that I go wake him up but I have not the slightest idea where his room is." I was filled with fear that I couldn't get rid of, no matter how hard I tried.

Anna flung her hands in the air and then placed them on me. "Why did she have to send you and not one of the maids? Anyway, I'll show you his room. Come with me," she giggled with excitement. I followed behind her, glad to have her as a friend already.

We continued through the hallway until we were in Scott's room. With each step that we took, my heart thumped incessantly against my chest and it was easy for anyone to see the fear that was over me.

"Emma," Anna called out her blues, leaving me startled.

"Yes?"

She took a deep breath and stared right into my eyes. "Take a chill pill, huh? I can see how worried and insecure you are, but you don't need to, got it?"

I nodded my head in response, even though I wasn't sure I would be able to do what she was asking of me. How could I bring myself to be calm when her mother was very unkind to me and then Scott wasn't helping matters?

"We are here already. I'll take my leave," she announced and dashed off before I got a chance to say jack. I sighed in resignation, muttered some words of prayer to the goddess and then knocked on the door.

There was no response at first. I knocked again and this time, I heard some grunting from inside, accompanied by some words. “What is it this time? Come in!"

I turned the doorknob and was shocked at the sight that greeted my eyes.

He was clad only in tight boxer shorts that the duvet he had over him didn't conceal. My eyes narrowed down and I became rather curious to find out what was down there.

No! Not this, Emma, I thought to myself while shaking my head vehemently.

"What brings you here?" He inquired as he slowly raised his head to me, a thick frown laced to his brows.

I opened my mouth to speak but no words came out of it. “The cat got your tongue?" He asked, and his brows creased a bit.

"I-I was asked to call you for dinner.”

"My mother? Didn't I already tell her that I don't want to be disturbed?" He said this, releasing a loud murmur that left me uncomfortable.

I remained still, lowering my eyes away from him, especially because I didn't want to be caught staring at his body.

"You should leave already. Tell her I won't be joining you for dinner."

Fear gripped me as I remembered the words of my mother-in-law. "Make sure he comes with you," she had said in a loud, thundering voice.

I stood still, refusing to move an inch. He fixed his gaze on me, wondering what had come over me.

"I just said I won't be joining you guys for dinner."

"I did hear you but I'm sorry; you would have to come with me. I was given strict orders by your mother to bring you down for dinner."

He placed his hand on his head and opened his mouth to speak. He stopped abruptly as his eyes locked with mine.

"What do you think you are looking at?" He asked, winking seductively at me.

"It's nothing…" I stuttered the moment I realized he had caught me staring at him.

He rose to his feet with a wide grin and then pulled me towards him. His hands were soft and made my skin tingle in excitement.

"Mother is waiting downstairs for us," I managed to say while trying to wriggle my way out of him. He locked his arm around me, causing our bodies to meet. The heat from him left me aroused and without defense.

"Why do you look so stunning?" He said it in a low whispering voice, lowering his head to me. My breathing increased and it felt like it was going to explode from my chest.

He planted a kiss on my lips, melting me even more. It was warm and appealing. A burning sensation arose in me and there was only one person to put it out. The same was true of the one standing before me.

I wanted him and I couldn't deny it. I wanted him to hold me in his arms. I wanted to have that feeling of him in me. I shut my eyes in anticipation of whatever was going to happen, enjoying the movement of his lips on mine.

His hands cascaded through my body until they were resting on my boobs, which had almost doubled in size. My nipples stood taut, pleading to be freed from the clutches of the bra that enclaved them.

"Damn! This is so good and nice," he whispered into my ears, nibbling gently on my nape. A moan escaped from my lips as I pushed my boobs further into him.

I felt joy within me that this was happening. Our relationship would grow stronger and stronger, I thought to myself as I tried to control the pleasure that was sizzling through me but to no avail.

Scott took his hands off me and was about to pull my shirt off when a knock landed on the door. I was startled and so was Scott. A loud hiss trailed from his lips as he yelled.

"Who's there and what do you want?"

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