Rejected Luna

Kelvin

The only one she knows loved her wholeheartedly but her desires had been more than just being a wolf’s mate but a high ranked Luna. But tonight, broken and raw, she knew she could use him for her desires as she will never give up.

Lydia’s lips were still tingling from Draven’s kiss, her skin flushed with the heat of his touch—but her heart had been left empty. She had seen the truth in his eyes, the fire that belonged to another, and it had shattered the fragile illusion she’d held for years.

Tears pricked the corners of her eyes as walked down, silk still clinging to her curves. She ran her fingers down her own arms, shivering at the mix of want and heartbreak still thrumming through her veins. She refused to lose just so quickly.

She moved quickly, slipping through the corridors of the until she reached kelvins’ chambers. She paused at the door, steadying her breath, aware of every beat of her heart. The door opened almost before she could knock.

Kelvin, tall and broad, stood in the doorway, his dark hair falling over his forehead, eyes widening when he took in her trembling form. “Lydia?” His voice was cautious, edged with curiosity—and something deeper.

“I… I need you,” she whispered, her hands pressed to her chest, the silk of her robe shifting as she stepped inside. “I can’t… I can’t fight it anymore. I—”

“You belong to Draven,” Kelvin interrupted, stepping closer, his brows knitting in concern. “You—”

“I did,” she said sharply, shoving her hands against his chest. “I did. But not anymore. Not tonight. I’ve wanted… this… for so long. And I can’t hide it anymore.”

The confession left the air charged, thick with tension and desire. Kelvins’ eyes darkened, the restraint in his stance giving way to something long denied, long fantasized. He had watched her, yearned for her, but never dared breach the line. Tonight, her admission made the line vanish entirely.

“Then… if it’s what you want,” he said slowly, voice rough with desire, “then it’s yours. Fully.”

Lydia’s breath hitched. “Yours?”

He nodded, stepping closer until his hands cupped her face. His thumbs traced along her jawline, tilting her head up to meet his gaze. “I’ve wanted this… I’ve wanted you… for years. And now… you’re mine.”

The words sent a thrill through her, igniting every nerve, every hidden craving and Draven left hanging. She gasped as his lips claimed hers, rough and demanding, yet tender, as though he had waited for this moment his entire life. She melted against him, pressing her body into his, the heat of his chest warming her from the inside out.

Kelvin hands slid down her back, pulling her closer, feeling the soft swell of her breasts through the silk. She arched against him, her own hands tangling in his hair, dragging him closer still. The room seemed to shrink.

“You’ve wanted me,” she whispered against his lips, “all this time…”

“Yes,” he growled into her mouth. “All this time. And now… I won’t let go.”

The silk of her robe slipped from her shoulders as his hands roamed, exploring curves and planes he had dreamed of but never touched. She shivered under his touch, a heat building deep inside her that she could no longer contain. Every brush of his fingers against her skin, every press of his body to hers, sent shivers of want down her spine.

Kelvin lowered his mouth to her neck, trailing kisses that left fire in their wake. Lydia gasped, her hands clutching his shoulders, holding him as close as possible, desperate for the sensation, desperate for the fulfillment of her desire.

He pushed her gently back onto the bed, the sheets cold beneath her, their bodies heating the space between them. Kelvin climbed atop her, eyes locked on hers, reading every flicker of longing, every gasp, every shiver.

“You feel everything I feel,” he murmured, lips brushing hers once more. “Every craving, every want…”

Lydia nodded, unable to speak, her body arching instinctively toward him. The restraint that had held both of them back for years was gone. His hands traced the curve of her hips, sliding lower, and she moaned softly, hips tilting, drawing him closer.

He entered her slowly, giving her every second, letting her adjust, letting her feel the full weight of him, the strength of his desire. She gasped, gripping his shoulders, rocking against him instinctively. Each movement was a response, a dialogue of hunger and need, of longing finally realized.

Kelvin groaned, his body pressing harder into hers, each thrust deepening the fire between them. “Mine,” he growled low, voice rough with desire and triumph. “All of it… mine.”

Lydia cried out, the sound a mix of pleasure and relief, letting herself sink into him fully, giving herself to the man who had silently yearned for her all this time. Her hands traced the lines of his back, memorizing muscles, tracing the skin she had fantasized about for years.

The room became a tempest of sensation. Moans mingled with whispers, the rustle of sheets, the scent of sweat and lust filling every corner. Kelvin moved with precision, a rhythm that spoke of long-denied longing now unleashed. Every thrust drove her higher, every brush of his lips across hers setting fire to the nerves that had waited far too long.

Her nails traced down his spine, drawing gasps from him as well, and finally, the crescendo hit them both. Lydia cried out, shivering beneath him, her body trembling, mind and soul ablaze with fulfillment. Kelvin groaned, following, every inch of him exploding in a release long postponed.

They collapsed together onto the bed, tangled in sweat and silk, hearts hammering in unison. Lydia’s head rested against his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath her ear.

“You’re mine,” kelvin whispered again, voice softer now, almost tender. “I’ve waited… and now… I have you.”

Elara smiled, finally sated, tears of relief and happiness maybe guilt of what she had missed while chasing a rank mingling with sweat. “Yours,” she breathed. “Completely yours.”

And for the first time in years, both felt whole—longing fulfilled, desire answered, and the shadows of unrequited fantasies finally laid to rest.

In between Lydia is conflicted about her current feeling and her future plans.

Earlier This day

Madine College buzzed with excitement.

Students crowded around the notice boards, some laughing, others crying, while anxious parents stood nearby with hopeful smiles. Voices overlapped in a chorus of celebration and disappointment.

Draven had never cared much for human affairs.

His business in town had nothing to do with the college. He had been passing through Ashgrove after inspecting one of the northern borders when traffic forced his vehicle to slow near the campus entrance.

He barely spared the crowd a glance.

Humans.

Fragile.

Oblivious.

He leaned back in his seat, impatiently waiting for the road to clear while rubbing his black pendant laying around his neck.

Then the wind changed.

His eyes snapped open.

A scent drifted through the open window.

Rain.

Wildflowers.

Fresh earth.

And beneath it…

Wolf.

His heartbeat stumbled.

Impossible.

He lowered the window another inch and inhaled again.

The scent grew stronger.

Not a pure wolf.

Not a witch.

Something in between.

Something he had never encountered in all his years as Alpha.

His driver glanced at him through the rearview mirror.

“Sir?”

Draven ignored him.

Instead, he stepped out of the vehicle.

The bustling crowd paid him little attention as he followed the scent through the campus entrance.

Every instinct inside him urged him forward.

Then he saw her.

A young woman stood shoulder to shoulder with another girl before the results board.

Her long dark hair danced gently in the breeze as she searched the list of names.

“There!” her friend squealed, pointing excitedly.

“You got in!”

The young woman stared at the board for a moment before a bright smile spread across her face.

Relief softened her features.

“I actually did it.”

She laughed, and the sound carried effortlessly through the crowd.

Draven stopped walking.

His gaze remained fixed on her.

She looked…

Ordinary.

No aura.

No visible magic.

No wolf.

Yet the impossible scent belonged to her.

She turned suddenly, almost as if she had sensed someone watching.

For the briefest moment, their eyes met.

Amber.

Clear.

Curious.

A strange sensation tightened in Draven’s chest.

Not pain.

Not desire.

Recognition.

Before either of them could react, her friend caught her arm.

“Come on! We have to tell everyone!”

“Wait I think I just saw the Ashgrove street governor” Aria said

“Thats not important right now girll” her friend responded joyfully

The two young women disappeared into the celebrating crowd.

Draven remained where he stood.

The scent lingered in the air long after she was gone.

His Beta approached cautiously.

“Alpha… was something wrong?”

Draven kept his eyes on the place where the young woman had vanished.

“I saw a dream.”

A pause.

Then, almost to himself, he murmured,

“…I happened to find the girl you lost track of.”

He turned around as though not fully interested in the situation and asked his beta to leave as well.

He climbed back into the vehicle without another word.

⸻

By the time they reached pack territory, the sun had already begun to set, staining the horizon with fading shades of crimson and gold.

Draven stepped out of the vehicle without a word.

Servants greeted him.

His Beta updated him on the day’s affairs.

Council matters.

Border reports.

Business contracts.

He heard every word.

Yet none of it stayed with him.

His thoughts wandered back to the young woman outside Madine College.

To the scent that had followed him all the way home.

At dinner, the roasted venison before him went untouched.

He took a bite.

Chewed.

Swallowed.

It tasted like nothing.

The wine that usually soothed him was no different.

Empty.

By nightfall, he had dismissed everyone.

He stood alone on the balcony of the packhouse, the cool wind sweeping through his dark hair as the forest stretched endlessly beneath the moonlight.

His wolf stirred restlessly beneath his skin.

Searching.

Listening.

Waiting.

Every woman carried a dull scent.

Every meal tasted empty.

Every thought returned to one girl.

One impossible scent.

One pair of amber eyes.

Draven slowly closed his eyes.

“Who are you?”