Chapter 2 – Sinful

Giselle felt the tension instantly, but she kept her face calm. She bowed her head slightly. “Luna.”

Luna Beatrice’s eyes narrowed. “Don’t ‘Luna’ me,” she snapped, her voice low and threatening. “I’ve tolerated this once… but this is the last time you’ll ever walk out of my pack house like this.”

Giselle’s brows raised slightly, but she said nothing.

Luna Beatrice took a step forward, her voice sharp and trembling with anger. “If I ever see you here again—if I even smell you anywhere near my husband—I swear to the Moon Goddess, Giselle, you won’t know what hit you. I don’t care how beautiful you are or how many Alphas drool over you. This is your last warning.”

Giselle met Luna Beatrice’s glare with calm eyes. She didn’t smirk or cower—just nodded, her tone steady and serious.

“I understand, Luna Beatrice,” she said firmly. “But maybe you should talk to Alpha Nathan about that. I only do my work. I don’t have any relationship with him.”

With that, Giselle walked past the fuming Luna without another glance. She made her way out of the pack mansion, keeping her head high, ignoring the stares and whispers that followed her. Once outside, she stepped into her sleek black car, started the engine, and drove away from the Green Eyes Pack, her expression unreadable.

Behind her, Luna Beatrice stood frozen, her hands trembling at her sides, teeth clenched in fury.

Moments later, Alpha Nathan stepped out of the bedroom, adjusting his shirt. He didn’t even look at his mate.

“Stop bringing that disgusting breeder here!” Beatrice yelled, her voice shaking. “You’re embarrassing me in front of the whole pack! They’re gossiping about it!”

“Shut up!” Nathan snapped, his voice thunderous. His eyes glared at her coldly. “I will do what I want. You don’t control me, and you sure as hell don’t control who I bring to my room.”

Alpha Nathan didn’t wait for a response. His jaw clenched, eyes still burning with fury, he turned on his heel and walked away, leaving Luna Beatrice standing alone in the hallway. The door slammed shut behind him, echoing through the walls.

Beatrice stood frozen, her breath shaky. Slowly, her face crumpled and tears spilled down her cheeks. She clutched her chest as if trying to contain the pain clawing at her insides.

“She’s just a breeder…” she whispered to herself, voice cracking. “A filthy, low-rank breeder…”

Her body trembled—not from sadness, but from anger. Wiping her tears away with the back of her hand, she stared at the closed door Nathan had just walked through.

“I’ll make a way to remove that Giselle,” she hissed to herself. “I don’t care how many packs want her. She’s not coming back here… not ever again.”

Luna Beatrice stormed out of the bedroom, her heart pounding with a mix of rage and humiliation. She marched through the pack mansion, her heels clicking sharply against the polished floor, echoing her fury. The pack members she passed exchanged worried glances, sensing the storm that raged within their Luna. Beatrice ignored them all, her vision tunneled on her anger towards Alpha Nathan and that insufferable breeder, Giselle.

She pushed open the heavy wooden doors of the mansion's library, the room filled with the scent of old books and leather. The library was her sanctuary, a place where she could lose herself in the stories of others and temporarily escape the politics and dramas of her own life. But today, the familiar sight of the towering bookshelves and comfortable reading nooks did little to soothe her.

Beatrice paced back and forth, her arms crossed tightly over her chest, her mind racing with thoughts of revenge and humiliation. How dare Nathan bring that woman into their home, into their bed? The pack was already gossiping; she could feel their judgments and whispers like physical blows. She was the Luna, and yet she was being made a fool of in her own home.

As she paced, she felt a presence behind her. Strong arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her back against a firm chest. She started to struggle, but a familiar voice whispered in her ear, "Shh, it's just me, Beatrice."

She relaxed slightly, recognizing Beta Lester's deep timbre. His hands moved from her waist to her breasts, squeezing gently as he kissed her neck. Beatrice turned her head, allowing him better access, her anger momentarily forgotten in the familiar heat of their forbidden passion.

Lester's lips captured hers in a hungry kiss, his tongue invading her mouth. She pushed against his chest, but he was insistent, his hands roaming her body, igniting a fire within her. He backed her up against the nearby sofa, his movements urgent and demanding. With a swift motion, he lifted her, setting her down on the sofa before kneeling between her legs.

His fingers hooked into the waistband of her panties, pulling them down slowly, his eyes never leaving hers. Beatrice's breath hitched as he exposed her, her body already responding to his touch. Lester leaned in, his breath hot on her ear as he whispered, "You're so beautiful, Beatrice. Let me make you feel good."

He didn't wait for a response, his fingers finding her center, stroking and exploring. Beatrice gasped, her head falling back as pleasure coursed through her. Lester's fingers moved with practiced ease, knowing exactly how to touch her to drive her wild.

"Yes," she panted, her hips moving in time with his strokes. "Make me cum, Lester."

He obliged, his fingers moving faster, his thumb circling her sensitive nub. Beatrice's body tensed, her breath coming in short gasps as she chased her release. Lester's other hand gripped her breast, his fingers teasing her nipple through the thin fabric of her dress.

"Cum for me, Beatrice," he murmured, his voice low and commanding.

Her body obeyed, waves of pleasure crashing over her as she cried out, her nails digging into the sofa cushions. Lester slowed his movements, drawing out her orgasm, a satisfied grin on his face as he watched her come undone.

As her body began to relax, Lester removed his fingers, bringing them to his mouth and sucking them clean. Beatrice watched, her chest heaving, her body still throbbing with residual pleasure.

"Now," Lester said, his voice a low rumble. "Tell me what has you so upset."