The Luna's Possessive Alpha

☾☾☾SASKIA'S POV☽☽☽"Really, I am so proud of you, Saskia." He says, leading the way into the house after the wolves have returned to the training quarters with the excuses of ridding the adrenaline rush built up from the fight by getting in some practice.I had only scoffed at their lies as it was clear that no practices would be held. Not when the secret door in the challenge court existed, and I was certain as I had caught them throwing loud, illicit parties a few times—even joined them a couple of lonely days when I was drunk deep in the sorrows of my single life."You know that, don't you?" The Alpha asks unnecessarily as he paces around the poorly lit room, which has served as the spot where he does his meditations for as long as my memory holds true. And it suddenly hits me all over in a rush how much I hate the echoing emptiness of it all."Thank you, Alpha," I reply placidly, without a trace of emotions on my face. I want him to be proud of me, but not for this. Not for agre

☾☾☾SASKIA'S POV☽☽☽The snow is thick and up to my calves in profuse blankets of wet ice crystals. I trudge forward through the sea of blinding brightness while cringing at the thought of my shoes losing the glue holding their soles after this ordeal."Am I the sole person here who thinks it might not be too late to escape?" Wade groans as his left sneaker gets stolen off his foot by the thick, pale field."I wish." I huff then grin at the sight of him hopping on one foot as he shakes his now wet shoe. Serves him right. I think as I make my way ahead of his loitering figure and towards the supermarket a few metres ahead of us.If I could, I would escape; maybe run away to a new country, or a new continent or even a new world. I honestly wish to find a place yet undiscovered by the cruel, selfish reaches of humans and supernatural beings alike.The planet earth has been gradually destroyed by its creatures for ages, and it saddens me to see the consequences slowly unveiling themselves

☽☽☽MIKAEL'S POV☾☾☾Ah, a mhuirnín.She is fighting me—my darling. I can't help but be amused. Piscín fiáin. A very wild kitten she is. She butts heads with me straight on, but at the same time, she is fleeing. I see her trying to escape from me. What a sight... It reminds me, say, of prey running from a predator.In the meantime, it's alright, almost fun and games for the racing deer. But as soon as it stops, for a mere second, to rest or to catch its breath, the beast swoops in on it for devouring.It will only be a while before she tires and returns to where I want her to be. Then, I will consume her like a fire does a moth.I've met women like her before. Women so painfully beautiful, it physically hurt a man. They act tough at first, pretending and denying their attraction to me, but eventually, they give in.At the end of their charade, they are on their knees begging. It does not take them long to realise that I am the one who can save them; sex was usually, merely, a gatekeepe

☾☾☾SASKIA'S POV☽☽☽"Let go of me!" I rip my arm from his vice-like grip, then wince at the pain that accompanies the forceful act. I keep forgetting of the strength this man has."Behave!" He barks, his rough hand remoulding their grasp on my arm. His eyes flash amber, and his clasp on me tightens, almost entirely cutting off the blood supply in my arm. When they regress back into pale blue orbs, his clutch loosens, restoring blood flow in the limb."I am not a child. I am an adult." I ground out, my chest rising up and down while my breath bounds out in leaps. My arm stings and I watch the angry red lines take form in circles. "Do not tell me what to fucking do!" My chest hurts with the rage filling it up, expanding my lungs, pressing against my diaphragm."Then act like a bloody adult," I take into record that in his anger, his voice has lost the drowsiness it ordinarily bears. Now, it reeks of pure, unadulterated ire. "You have offended me twice today, Luna. There will be severe c

☽☽☽MIKAEL'S POV☾☾☾"It's not funny at all." She glares at me, flapping her fabric-sheltered hands. They are invisible as the sleeves swallow them up. I think it to be a cute image, but she unmistakably hates it. "How am I supposed to do shit with the sleeves this darn large? And do not freaking put your teeth on display." She warns. I smile only to spite her and because it's quite enjoyable when she's annoyed as her subtle Southern accent strains through in her speeches."I'll smile when I want to, piscín." Apparently not in the mood to spit out retorts anymore, she swivels away from me and works on rolling up her extensive jacket hands. Immediately finished, in a short half-leap, she's off the car and onto the ground.She unfurls, reaching for the sky then to her side, her nubile body bending into weird shapes, which I delight in imagining making her hold for hours. She's doing this on purpose. No one stretches this way... In such a way that triumphantly stretches the fabric of my t