CHAPTER 12 : " The Alpha's Lust "

Selene & Ryker finally surrender to the bond that’s been tormenting them. The night burns with raw desire, soul-binding heat, and emotional surrender.

The moon was high and pulsing, swollen with silver fire, and Selene couldn’t breathe.

Everything had cracked her illusions, her strength, her carefully built walls. And Ryker stood in front of her like a wildfire with fangs, burning hotter than anything she’d ever known.

> “Say it,” Ryker said, voice low, guttural. “Tell me you want this.”

Her chest rose and fell fast. Her pulse throbbed in her neck. The ache between her thighs had been building for days, but this...this was something else. This wasn’t lust anymore.

This was need.

> “I want you,” she whispered, stepping forward. “I want all of you. No more holding back.”

A growl rumbled from deep in his chest.

Before she could blink, his mouth was on hers; devouring, demanding. He lifted her like she weighed nothing, slammed her back against the nearest wall, and kissed her like she was the air he needed to survive.

Her legs wrapped around his waist on instinct, and she moaned when she felt the hard, hot press of him through his pants.

> “You’re playing with fire, Selene,” he rasped, trailing his lips down her throat, licking, nipping. “You sure you’re ready for what I’ll do to you?”

She dragged her claws through his hair, tugging his face back up. “Then burn me.”

Clothes tore.

Her dress shredded under his hands like paper, and he groaned when her bare skin was revealed, warm and flushed from arousal. His mouth found her breast, sucking until she gasped, his teeth scraping sensitive skin.

Selene clawed at his shirt, yanking it over his head, drinking in the sight of his sculpted chest, the scars that told his stories, the power in every muscle.

> “I’ve imagined this,” she whispered, eyes dark with desire. “You... like this. Above me. Inside me.”

That broke him.

Ryker carried her to the bed, dropped her on the sheets, and yanked her thighs apart. He kissed down her stomach, slow and teasing, until his mouth reached where she was wet and throbbing.

Selene arched, a cry escaping her lips when his tongue slid over her folds; slow, deep, possessive. He devoured her like he’d been starving for years.

> “Mine,” he growled against her. “You taste like heaven and sin.”

Her hands tangled in his hair as he sucked, licked, swirled his tongue over her clit, pushing her closer and closer to the edge until she was gasping, trembling.

> “Ryker—!” she choked out, just before the orgasm hit her like a crashing wave.

Her vision whited out. Her thighs clamped around his head. And he kept going, relentless, until she was crying out again.

He didn’t stop.

He moved up her body, kissing every inch, grinding against her slickness until she begged.

> “Please,” she whimpered, breathless. “I need you inside me.”

His voice was rough, desperate. “You have no idea what that means, Selene. I’m not just going to take you. I’m going to mark you. Bond us.”

> “Then do it,” she said, locking eyes with him. “Bind me to you. Make me yours." 

He entered her in one, deep thrust.

They both cried out.

Selene’s nails raked down his back. His hips rocked into hers, hard and slow, dragging out every inch until she was writhing beneath him.

> “You’re so tight,” he growled. “So perfect. Fuck—Selene…”

She lifted her hips to meet his rhythm, crying out with every powerful thrust. The air filled with slick sounds of skin against skin, heavy moans, and the slap of bodies.

Sweat dripped. Their scents tangled. The bed creaked under them, headboard slamming against the wall.

> “Faster,” she gasped. “Harder! don’t hold back.”

He didn’t.

Ryker grabbed her hips, slammed into her with brutal force, burying himself deeper, faster. Selene screamed his name as the second orgasm ripped through her, clenching around him until he swore.

> “I’m going to...fuck! Selene.... I’m coming...! "

He bit down on her neck as he came, fangs piercing skin. She gasped, and in that instant, everything shifted. Power surged between them like lightning.

Her body exploded with heat, pleasure, pain, and bonding.

They were connected. Souls locked. Mates by more than fate now.

They lay tangled in the sheets, bodies slick and still trembling.

Selene looked up at him with hooded eyes, brushing his chest with her fingers.

> “You marked me,” she whispered.

Ryker nodded, brushing her hair back.

> “And I’d do it again. No more running.”

But then, his jaw tensed. That glint of fear returned.

> “There’s something I need to tell you,” he said, voice low.

Her heart skipped.

> “What is it?”

He hesitated, fingers tightening around the sheets.

> “I wasn’t just sent to protect you, Selene…” His eyes darkened. “I was sent to kill you if you ever unlocked your full power.”

Selene was still panting, her thighs trembling from the last wave of pleasure, but Ryker wasn’t done...not even close.

> “You thought I’d stop after one round?” he murmured against her skin, lips dragging across her jaw. “You have no idea what you’ve awakened in me.”

He flipped her onto her stomach in one smooth move, his strength leaving her breathless. He pressed a hot, open-mouthed kiss between her shoulder blades, tracing the spot where he’d marked her with his bite.

> “You’re mine now,” he growled. “Every. Damn. Inch.”

His hands slid down the curve of her back, gripping her ass possessively. She arched into him with a soft moan, gasping when she felt him hard again, already throbbing against her inner thigh.

> “Again?” she asked, breathless, teasing.

> “You think I’d be satisfied with one taste?” he growled. “Not when you’ve spent weeks teasing me. Not when your body feels like heaven.”

He positioned himself behind her, dragged the head of his length through her soaked folds, and pushed in again...slowly this time, letting her feel every scorching inch.

Selene moaned into the sheets, back arching, as he began to thrust..deep, controlled, steady. Her walls clenched around him, slick and hot, milking him already. She was still sensitive, her body overstimulated from the first orgasm, and now every thrust had her spiraling.

> “Fuck,” she gasped. “You feel so...ah! ...deep.”

> “Say my name,” he grunted, slapping her ass just hard enough to make her cry out. “Say who’s making you come.”

> “Ryker—!” she screamed, nails tearing into the bed.

He picked up the pace, thrusts harder, more desperate, fingers digging into her hips. The bed was slamming into the wall, rhythm wild, her body bouncing against him with every hard stroke.

Sweat dripped down their backs. Her skin glistened in the moonlight pouring through the window. The room reeked of sex, heat, and wolves.

> “I can’t—” she gasped. “I’m going to—”

> “Come for me,” he growled. “Let me feel you break again.”

And she did.

Her body shattered around him, muscles clenching, pleasure flooding through her like fire. Ryker groaned, thrust once more, and came with her, burying himself deep, their bodies locked in a perfect, primal rhythm.

He collapsed on top of her, panting against her shoulder, their chests rising and falling together.

They lay tangled together, her fingers tracing lazy circles over his chest.

> “I’ve never…” she started, breath still shaky. “I’ve never felt anything like that.”

> “It’s the bond,” he murmured, kissing her hair. “It amplifies everything. The need. The high. The soul-deep hunger.”

She looked up at him, eyes searching.

> “And it’s not just sex, is it?”

He shook his head. “No. It’s everything. It’s power. It’s pain. It’s love, Selene.”

She swallowed. That word. Love. It wasn’t supposed to terrify her, but somehow, it did.

> “I’m not ready for love.”

> “That’s fine,” Ryker whispered. “But I’ll wait. And while you figure it out…” His fingers slid between her legs again. “I’ll keep doing this.”

Her breath hitched as he slid into her again, slow, lazy, teasing strokes this time. Not rough. Not wild. Just... deep. Intimate. Perfect.

Selene and Ryker’s bond is sealed. But passion always comes at a price.

The third time they came together was different.

No urgency. No dominance. No chasing the high of lust.

Just connection.

Ryker kissed her like a man who knew this might be their last quiet moment. His hands cradled her face like she was sacred. Selene moved beneath him like the moon moved the tide; fluid, graceful, inevitable.

Their bodies moved in rhythm, hearts syncing, breaths catching in perfect time.

And when they both shattered again, they didn’t scream. They breathed each other’s names. Soft. Reverent. Like a prayer.

Later, curled in his arms, Selene stared at the mark on her shoulder... his mark. The bond pulsed inside her now, a constant thrum of power and emotion. It gave her strength, but also... fear.

> “He’ll know,” she whispered. “Cassian. He’ll feel it.”

Ryker's arm tightened around her waist. “Let him.”

> “He won’t let me go quietly. You know that, right?”

> “Then let him come.” Ryker’s voice was hard now. Alpha-deep. Dangerous. “Let him try to take what’s mine.”

She turned to face him, heart pounding. “If he challenges me in front of the council, I’ll have to fight him.”

> “Then fight. Show them who the real alpha is.”

Selene exhaled slowly. “I’ll have to kill him.”

Ryker didn't flinch. “Then do it.”

The room fell silent, but the weight of those words settled between them like thunder.

She rose from the bed, naked, glowing with power, and walked to the window. The moon hung full and heavy in the sky, casting silver light over her bare skin.

> “Tomorrow,” she said quietly. “I challenge Cassian before the council. No more hiding. No more games.”

She turned to face Ryker, eyes blazing.

> “I’m going to take my throne.”

And then, before he could speak, a sharp knock echoed at the door.

Selene reached for a robe, senses on high alert.

The scent behind the door was familiar.

Too familiar.

Beta Lucien. Bloody. Panicked. And alone.

She flung the door open, her voice sharp. “What happened?”

Lucien was breathless, eyes wide. “Cassian’s already called the challenge.”

Selene's breath caught.

> “When?”

> “Tonight,” Lucien rasped. “He’s at the Stone Circle. With the elders. Waiting for you.”

Selene’s heart pounded like war drums.

> “He’s not waiting to be challenged…” she whispered. “He’s forcing it.”

Lucien nodded. “He knows you’re stronger now. He wants to end it before you realize what you’re capable of.”

Ryker was already up, yanking on his clothes. “Then let’s go.”

Selene didn’t move.

Her eyes narrowed. Shoulders straightened. Power hummed beneath her skin like lightning.

She looked at Lucien and said, with icy calm ; 

> “Tell Cassian his queen is coming.”

Get Ready for chapter 13 

The moon will witness blood. Her throne will be soaked in it. Let the world see what happens when an Alpha Luna is done being broken.

 It is going to be brutal, epic, and filled with vengeance, dominance, and maybe a twist or two that’ll have your jaw on the floor.