Dom’s POV Ana walked beside me, fighting to urge to jump my bones and I have to say it was an exciting experience. Feeling her heat put me into an animalistic state of wanted to please her again and again. I had already did twice. Once against a tree and the second was up against the side of someone’s home. She tried her best to stay quiet but I’m certain that whoever lived there definitely heard us. We were no just a few blocks away from her home and I could feel her need boiling over. It was making my own pool to the surface as well. She sighed deeply, looking up at the clear night sky. “Hesterwood... I’ve been wondering about it for a while now. Other packs had names that surround the moon. Why is yours named what it is?” She asked, clearly trying to distract herself from her building desire. A small smile played on my lips. I could entertain her, but when we get back to the house, I will have her in every room and every position. “That's a question I haven't heard ask
Anastasia’s POV His movements were painfully slow. I was a panting mess and I could already feel how damp my panties were. I needed to feel him now. His hand finally pressed against my pussy and I moaned loudly. The sound echoed through the trees, and he shuddered at my need, his jaw clenching as he met my eyes, black pupils covered the orange, leaving a thin ring. I could tell Amos joined the party. He leaned forward, nuzzling my neck. My skin heated under his mouth. He kissed along my neck and shoulder until he hovered over my mark. Hunger was radiating out of him, and I was drowning in it. I clutched at his broad shoulders, my hips arching into his hand as he cupped me. I could feel my heart beat in my clit. I needed him now. “Please.” I moaned, despite for him to satisfy me. The tension that was building inside of me was now painful. My senses were heightened, and my nerves vibrated with anticipation. His lips caught my earlobe, sending trimmers through me. “I got
Anastasia’s POV "I don't need to," he snapped back. "I know what they're capable of. I've seen it and you have too! So why are you defending them? Why did it have to be him? After everything! What they took!”“It was the wolves, not the Lycans, Aron.”“And you think because they don’t walk on all fours that they are different? We were lucky it was the wolves and not the Lycans!” I wanted to argue, to defend Dom, to make Aron understand that my mate wasn’t the monster he thought he was, but I knew it was futile. His hate ran too deep. "I just… I want you to be happy, Ana," he said, his voice softening slightly. “I just can't understand why you would choose him. Why you would choose a Lycan over your own people? So that’s what he thought? That I chose him? "I didn't choose him, Aron," I said softly. "We're fated. If I had a choice in it, I wouldn’t have chose him." He scoffed, shaking his head. "Fate? You really believe in that fairytale bullshit?" I closed
Anastasia’s POV I smiled to myself as I approached the Sanctuary. It’s been three days and so far, we have the foundation done. Although there were no solid walls and windows, I could already see how beautiful it was gonna turn out. "Hey, Ana- I mean, High Priestess." Elara's voice chimed, pulling me from my imagination. Of course I could feel her before she arrived, and I knew she had a surprise for me. Rowan was with her too but his energy felt a bit more annoyed. "We have a gift for you." I urged to face them. My heart warmed. They were both pushing make shift wagons. Must be more material. Perhaps some wood and stones. "What is it?" I asked, I liked surprises. They finally reached me and my breath caught. I knew what it was just off one glance. It was peace’s of the elder grove. I could already feel the hum of our ancestors. "While you were busy making sure all the books were recovered, a few of us went to take as much as we could from the elder grove" she expla
Anastasia’s POV "Cyrus," I said, stopping abruptly, my voice sharper than I intended. "Yes, Luna?" Cyrus responded instantly, snapping to attention. I sighed. "I appreciate the gesture, truly. But I have to get back to the witches. I can get there on my own." Cyrus’s face fell slightly, and I immediately felt guilty. “But I swore an oath. To protect you, to serve you. It could be dangerous going back on your own." "And I appreciate that," I acknowledged, trying to keep the exasperation from my voice. "But I'm perfectly capable of protecting myself. And I’ve made the trip here and back on my own quite a few times already. Besides," I added. "Dom might need you here. I mean, you are the Beta. You're needed here more than I need an escort to familiar territory." He hesitated, his gaze darting between me and the floor. Finally, he nodded. "As you wish, Luna. But if you ever need anything, anything at all, I’m only a mind link away." "Thank you, Cyrus," I said,
Dom’s POV ‘What a softy.’ Amos chimed, making it even harder for me to hold back from laughing. "Luna," he began again. "I…I owe you an apology." I could feel her discomfort but she didn’t seem like she was gonna reject him. That brought me relief. I listened to his awkwardly apologize and Ana’s discomfort disappeared and was replaced with amusement. It was nice to be able to feel her this way. It made it so much easier to walk around with her out of my sight. I definitely took some of the worry away. After a while, she accepted his protection and left. I stepped out into the hall, looking in Cyrus’s direction. He was standing at the top of the stares looking down. I could tell he wanted to go with her but he refused his assistance for now and was heading back to the east with the witches. I approached him, slapping my hand on his shoulder. “Still think she’s charmed me?” I asked with amusement. Guilt coated his face and he immediately apologized. “No need. We