Jean-Boy

He keeps thrusting into me, as if we've got all the time in the world. He keeps filling me up over and over again, and it wasn't his load yet. It must be the water that's being pushed into my core, but nonetheless, I could feel every bit of it inside my body.

Holding him by his strong shoulders, I ask,

"You look y-young, Bloodmond. How old are you?"

I know how old he is.

He is the infamous Jean Bloodmond of the Bloodmond pack.

Well...The story had been told like this:

There was an incident which happened to the young Bloodmonds which split the twin brothers from one another. I wouldn't go into the details, because I could never understand the plight of revenge over a mother who killed thousands of innocents, and is deemed a demon.

Jean loathes his brother. That's all I know.

They were teens when this had happened, eight years ago.

"I'm twenty five," he says, leaning in to kiss my lips. I could die right now, right here in his arms without a regret. I could feel my eyes rolling to the back of my head as he kisses me like a rabid male on a rut. He's sucking the soul out of me, way too harshly.

I want to pass out...but there's something going on with my body which gives me a sort of masochistic pleasure.

My wounds were healing.

At the speed of light.

They were healing the moment I gained consciousness too. However, the speed was too much as I feel the tingles over the areas on my hand and thigh.

"What the fuck..." I break away from the kiss, still having him pumping into me recklessly as I look down at my wounds.

I see only the scars which are left behind.

"I felt it too," he suddenly voices.

"We're connected already?"

"Yes," And he proceeds to kiss me again.

I accept it with wide arms. Because why not?

A hot male, over size feet tall and the biggest dick I've ever taken is my mate. My forever fated.

And not to mention...he is THE Jean Bloodmond of the Light Bloodmond pack.

Yes, you're right about that.

Jean leads the Light Bloodmond pack, while his brother, a morally grey man leads the Dark Bloodmond pack.

They adhere to their titles so well.

"Is this the scar...?" I finally meet his eyes. Once again.

But I cannot hold my gaze into those accursed eyes. They were almost as grey as the coldest version of burning ice. They were so grey, that i could mistake his pupil as his whole iris.

He was the most beautiful man to exist on this planet.

Even more than what other werewolves describe him to be.

Strong, wise, calm and almighty.

That's how we all have come to describe Jean Bloodmond.

I don't want to talk about his brother, however.

Because I don't want Jean to pale in comparison with his twin brother, Jacob Bloodmond.

We have sex in the lake for more than half an hour. Three rounds of him as the load and my arousal is all over our bodies, we chuckle.

"The lake is impregnated, too." He jokes.

Oh...The way he laughs.

I couldn't help but smile at how cute yet mature he looks while laughing like a child. He pulls himself out of me, to which I respond with a small moan. Yes, I was still horny for him.

"Let's get washed up and go home." He says in a soft voice, holding my hand. I stay quiet the entire time as he pours water on me and touches me with the purest intentions of getting me cleaned up. He even applies a pigment over my hair. It was some wild soapnut he just plucked from the tree's branch beside us.

All this while, I stayed numb.

"You don't speak much, do you?" He asks, breaking me away from my chain of thoughts.

"No, I do not." He chuckles at my response.

"Straightforward, I see. I like you already, my new mate."

"But you haven't marked me yet. You're disrespectful to my needs," I say with the most gentle furrowing of eyebrows in my face ever.

I've never made a cute face that could make a man laugh, like I am doing to him right now. He suddenly leans in and kisses my cheek while saying,

"How soft are these cheeks, Lesley. You do take care of yourself, I see." I don't reply to that. And the following other questions either.

"Lesley...?"

"I have to tell you something." He turns me around in the water with the intention to wash my back,

"I am a rogue alpha. You- you should reject me." I say, fear bubbling within me.

Because for the first time ever in my life...someone was treating me right.

His energy makes me feel safe and calm. A feeling I've never felt even once before in my life. I was always having a guard up against my heart and my mind. To save myself from unraveling pain which comes after.

"I know," his voice responds from behind me.

"And I'd love a strong Luna for my pack. You know the story, right?"

Yes, I do.

The Bloodmond brothers are soon going to war with each other.

And it's only natural that each party seeks more and more strong soldiers - even if they are rogues from abandoned lands and packs - for a stupid personal war.

The humans are shaking in their timbers, trying to negotiate with either of the brothers. Only to be put back into their place about their species.

Even the vampires are staying out of this issue now. For their own benefit. Oh, that species is thriving!

"So I am just a simple war machine for you too now." I state sadly. I couldn't help it! His words make me feel the exact same way and I don't want to repeat my fate here as well. I might as well reject him if he forces me into this war.

"Lesley, what are you talking about? I want you with me in my pack, not because of your powers.

But rather...I want you to become the reason for my return. I want you to force me to come back to you after this war, Lesley. I want your face reminding me every moment, every second in that battlefield, that I have someone waiting for me, at home."

I turn around, softly.

His warm smile melts my heart as I close my eyes and cruelly utter,

"That is all fantasy, Jean. We've only met today, right now. I am just a bed warmer to you too, right?"

My words don't get anything out of him, but an odd response where he shuts me up with a kiss. He brings me close to his warmth as I shudder at the feeling.

Yet, I don't feel any sort of lust coming from him. At all.

"You're the one I come home to, Lesley. You won't be my concubine. I promise."

"Promises don't end well, Jean."

"But I'll make them end well. Please...don't reject me. I've been without a mate for seven fucking years, Lesley. Please..." he begs me.

"I...I need some time, Jean. But I'll stay in the woods until then-"

"Absolutely no way. Jacob is going to snatch you away from me. This lake is the one shitty thing we share in territory. We need to get out of here, as soon as possible." He says suddenly and makes me panic.

"J- Jacob will be here?" Nope. I gotta get the fuck out of here too.

Running away with the clothes almost just hanging over our shoulders, we reach the fence of his territory as I begin smelling asphalt and some other mineral compounds. It was smelly for my nose.

"Good protection methods by the way," I say and watch him wear a lone underwear back on his body.

Uh...that leaves a lot of room to ogle on, Mr. Jean.

I don't want want other women looking-

Wait.

Hold the fuck up.

Am I acting jealous in my head right now?

"Quit being jealous over something that won't happen, Lesley." He quickly reads my thoughts and replies as I stay there dumbfounded.

"How the hell-"

"I am part Demon, Lesley. I have powers which go beyond fathom for the mind." As he says, a strand of darkness and despair hangs onto his words. Maybe he never wanted to be born as a demon.

Or maybe, he never wished to be born at all.

I can't tell, actually.

I don't know Jean Bloodmond that well, yet.

"Come," he invites me into his pack as I catch a few stares of people around the huge pack house.

"No. I want to go back—"

"And get yourself killed in the worst way possible by my brother? You wouldn't want that, Lesley. Especially after he knows who you're paired with." He warns me harshly, and I trace back on my thoughts before finally heaving a heavy sigh.

"Fine."

The moment I took his hand, I knew my fate was going to be changed.

As we walked past the little houses, the bigger one in the middle was for the alpha and his subordinates. I could mistake this pack house as a palace. It was built like in the 1880s but even more royally. It suits the man walking in front of me, dragging me behind him.

I look around and see many bowing their heads at us. Jean acknowledges them quietly, and with a smile, yet we keep walking straight to the bigger, main pack house like in a bee line.

"Welcome home, Lesley." As he says, my gaze falls on a certain infamous man who walks out of the shadows, showing himself to us.

"Alpha Jean...is she your-?"

"Yes, Roman. It's her. I finally found her."

"Well I am glad it's a 'her'." Their energy was so calming that I couldn't help but laugh with them as well.

"Luna, please. Walk through and bless us with your—"

"Uh... I'm not a fan traditions anymore, Mr. Roman." I say to the man who chuckles.

"She already knows my name! Quite a strong one I see here, Alpha Jean." Chuckling, Beta Roman touches the muscles on my bare arms as I softly pull myself away from him,

"I've been under a training program in my pack. And was kicked out because I was too powerful for them."

"They thought you would take them over, is it?" With a frown, my mate had asked. I nodded, looking down at my feet.

"Well, I can say that you're in the safest hands in the world right now, Luna. I will call the healers and a few omega. Hope you can adjust well." Beta Roman was as sweet as they said.

"Yes, but please don't call me Luna."

Not yet.

"Alright... I'll remember your request, Lesley."

How fast do they even relay informations as alpha and Beta? This is crazy, because my father has the most illicit relationship with his female Beta and it's disgusting.

Anyway, I'm in a new atmosphere and I must force myself out of my trauma. It's no use complaining about it here.

Because they don't look like they'd understand my pain.

They've never experienced pain. Hence, keeping it all to myself.

I was escorted into a huge room beside the alpha's, as he instructed them to. However, as I entered the bathroom for a quick shower, I stared back at the three young omega females looking at me eagerly.

"Um...every heard of privacy?" I ask them.

"We are here to help, Luna!" I sighed greatly,

"For the last time, girls. I am not your Luna yet. Please." Their eyes desperately beg me to call me just that. With a sigh, I nod my head to let the girls have their way with me.

They know more about feminine hygiene anyway.

But...I never expected them to wax my pussy bald.