MATED

CHAPTER FIVE

The word didn't come from his voice, but from the primal depths of his consciousness, echoing in Elena’s own mind.

Justice’s expression shifted from cold indifference to raw, bewildered hunger. He didn't know who she was. He thought she was Vivian. But his wolf—the most powerful predator in the kingdom—had just recognized its other half.

The ceremony was a blur. Elena could barely hear the priest’s voice over the roar of blood in her ears. Every time Justice touched her—guiding her to the altar, sliding the ring onto her finger—another wave of heat crashed over her. It was an agonizing, beautiful tension, a magnetic pull that made her want to throw herself against him and never let go.

When the priest declared them husband and wife, Justice didn't give her a polite, social kiss. He reached out, gripped the back of her head, and yanked the veil back.

He stared at her. The confusion was evident. This wasn't the woman he had seen in the photos. This woman had a softness to her, a hidden depth of sorrow and strength that Vivian had never possessed. But the scent—the intoxicating, floral-and-earth scent of her skin—was undeniable.

"Who are you?" he whispered, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down Elena’s spine.

"I am your wife," Elena replied, her voice trembling but determined.

Justice’s eyes narrowed. He leaned in, his lips brushing her ear.

"You aren't Vivian."

Elena froze. The game had started sooner than she expected.

"Does it matter?" she whispered back.

Justice let out a low, guttural sound—half-laugh, half-growl. He didn't call for the guards. He didn't scream for the priest. Instead, he swept her off her feet, carrying her bridal-style toward the exit, ignoring the confused murmurs of the crowd.

He didn't take her to the reception. He took her straight to his private estate, a fortress of glass and stone nestled in the mountains. The car ride was silent, the tension between them so thick it felt like a third passenger. Justice didn't look at her, but his hand remained firmly clamped on her thigh, his thumb rubbing slow, rhythmic circles into the silk of the dress.

The moment the doors of the master bedroom slammed shut, the restraint snapped.

Justice turned to her, his eyes now fully gold, the wolf dominating his human facade. He didn't speak; he simply lunged.

He pinned her against the heavy oak door, his body a wall of heat and muscle. His mouth crashed onto hers in a kiss that tasted of desperation and ownership. It wasn't a gentle exploration; it was a claim. His tongue forced its way past her lips, sweeping through her mouth with a hunger that left Elena breathless. She groaned into the kiss, her hands flying up to clutch at his shoulders, pulling him closer, needing the friction.

The exchange of saliva was frantic, a sloppy, passionate collision of teeth and tongues. Elena felt a surge of desire so intense it felt like a physical ache between her legs. She had spent her life being diminished, but in Justice’s arms, she felt seen. She felt wanted.

"I don't know what game you're playing," Justice growled against her neck, his voice vibrating through her entire frame. "I don't know how you got into that dress. But my wolf doesn't lie. You are mine."

He gripped the bodice of the wedding dress, the delicate lace screaming as he ripped it open. The pearls scattered across the hardwood floor like tiny white raindrops. Elena gasped as the cool air hit her skin, followed immediately by the searing heat of his palms.

He scooped her up, carrying her to the massive, silk-sheeted bed. He dropped her onto the mattress and stripped his clothes off with a violent efficiency. When he stood over her, Elena saw the full extent of him—a masterpiece of scarred muscle and raw power. His cock was thick and engorged, pulsing with a need that mirrored her own.

Elena reached out, her fingers trembling as she touched the head of his member. A bead of clear pre-cum glistened at the tip. Justice let out a choked sound, his hips jerking forward.

"You have no idea," he rasped, "how much I've wanted a scent like yours."

He moved between her legs, his knees forcing her thighs wide. He didn't use a condom; the mate bond demanded total union. He positioned the broad head of his cock against her soaking wet entrance. Elena was drenched, her pussy throbbing, the walls of her vagina pulsing in anticipation.

With one powerful, decisive thrust, Justice buried himself inside her.

"Ah!" Elena screamed, her back arching off the bed.

The sensation was overwhelming. He was too big, filling her completely, stretching her to the absolute limit. The friction of his thick shaft sliding against her tight walls created a loud, wet squelching sound. It was the sound of two halves of a whole finally clicking into place.

Justice didn't slow down. He began to pump, his movements primal and relentless. Each thrust was a hammer blow of pleasure. The sound of their bodies colliding—the slap of his balls against her buttocks—filled the room.

"You're so tight," Justice groaned, his face contorted in a mixture of pain and ecstasy. "God, you're so fucking wet for me."

He reached down, his thumb finding her clitoris and grinding into it with a rhythmic pressure. Elena lost all sense of time and space. There was only the feeling of him—the way his cock hit her cervix with every deep plunge, the way her internal muscles clamped around him in desperate spasms.

The sounds were vulgar and raw: the shlicking of his cock sliding in and out of her drenched heat, the air being pushed out of her lungs in ragged gasps, the wet, slapping sounds of skin on skin.

"Please," Elena sobbed, her nails digging into the muscles of his back, leaving red furrows. "More... please, Justice, more!"

He obeyed, his pace accelerating into a frenzy. He shifted his angle, lifting her legs over his shoulders to dive even deeper. The friction intensified, the heat between them reaching a boiling point. Elena could feel the build-up, a tightening coil of tension in her lower belly that threatened to shatter her.

Justice’s breathing became a series of guttural snarls. He was close. He could feel her walls pulsing around him, milking him, pulling the seed from his core.

"I'm going to fill you," he roared, his voice sounding more like a wolf than a man. "I'm going to mark you as mine!"

With a final, violent thrust that buried him to the hilt, Justice froze. His entire body stiffened, his muscles locking as he erupted inside her. Elena felt the hot, thick jets of his cum slamming against her cervix, wave after wave of searing liquid filling her.

At the same moment, Elena’s own orgasm hit. It was a blinding explosion of white light that radiated from her clitoris to the tips of her toes. Her pussy clamped down on him in a series of violent, rhythmic contractions, squeezing every last drop of seed from his cock.

They collapsed together, a tangle of sweat-slicked limbs and heaving chests. The room was silent except for the sound of their synchronized breathing and the distant chime of a clock.

Justice didn't pull away. He stayed inside her, his weight a comforting pressure. He shifted, kissing her forehead, his gold eyes slowly fading back to grey.

"I don't care who you are," he whispered, his voice raw. "You aren't leaving this house."

Elena closed her eyes, the scent of cedar and rain enveloping her. She had come here for revenge, intending to use Justice Kane as a tool to destroy her sister. But as she felt the steady beat of his heart against hers, she realized the game had changed.

She had stolen the Alpha, but in doing so, she had found the only place in the world where she truly felt like she belonged.

However, as she drifted toward sleep, a cold thought flickered in her mind. Vivian was still out there. And Vivian wouldn't stay gone for long. The war for the Luna’s crown had only just begun, and the bloodline secret that slept in Elena’s veins was a fuse waiting to be lit.