The Alpha's Chosen Luna

Chapter 10

Sharon Rivers

“She dares to steal my man from me?!” I growled, pacing back and forth in my chambers. The faint glow of the moonlight sipped inside the room, illuminating the perfectly pink and purple decorations.

That was supposed to be my position, my man and my life, I had taken so many shots for him and now…Some spoiled princess from Red mist pack and suddenly, she gets my alpha.

I let the cold wind brush against my skin, biting through my skin pores at each passing second.

“I deserve him, not her!” I growled, slashing my claws at curtains till they were dangling like threads.

A slight knock on the door caught my attention, I let out a deep breath and pushed my hair backwards in one swift motion. In a few steps, I dragged myself towards the door knob.

They knocked again, this made my wolf stir curiously. I sniffed in hopes I may catch a scent, but whoever it was, they successfully blocked their scent from my reach.

Only a few betas in black mist pack were about to do that, and I knew just the person who'd dare come on my door step.

I opened the door, and before …stood Marcus, with the same grin on his face that he gave whenever something interested him.

“I didn't expect you to be up, did your little plan fail?” He said, walking inside without being welcomed.

“Ha ha…Very funny, what do you want Marcus? shouldn't you be busy trying to be the perfect wolf under Benjamin?” I snarled, taking a seat on the luxurious sofa that sat facing the world outside. Wolves howling at the moon, soft echoes from the woods to the mansion.

“I am just here for one simple thing, Black mist pack now has a Luna, I don't want you sniffing around Alpha Benjamin, unless you have a death wish.” Marcus said, stepping closer till he was inches behind me, his big hand choked my throat, making me feel every wave of pain.

I struggled and pushed under his choke hold, gasping for air until he let me go.

“What the f**k is wrong with you? (Coughs profusively) Are you going to be the Alpha's little puppet all your life? At least I am trying to get what's rightfully mine.” I snapped, rubbing my neck gently to ease the pain.

“Puppet? I am the strongest warrior black mist has, what about you? A slut trying to ruin this kingdom. So listen, before things get worse for you, I suggest you go back to wherever you're coming from. Right now.” Marcus said, crossing his arms on his chest.

“And what if I refuse? Do I have to remind you that I still contribute to the pharmacy drug supply for this pack? You need my alliance.” I challenged.

Marcus stared at me for a long time, before taking a step backwards and glaring at me with the most judgemental look he had prepared for me.

“You are not getting rid of me, not even your new Luna can stop me.” I coo'd. I stood up smoothly, then presented myself in front of him. “Are you scared I may replace you?”

“This isn't over, otherwise I expect you to be gone before the next full moon.” Marcus groaned.

He walked out of the room with his heavy boots leaving water trails on the floor. Which made me question a lot of things, like where he was coming from.

I knelt down and touched the soil, it didn't look like it was from black mist. The scent it carried was intoxicating, which is something I didn't up before I opened the door for him.

“It seems I am not the only one having plans…..” I muttered silently, wiping the dirt off my fingers.

“Red Mist is no ordinary territory.”

**Benjamin's pov**

I watched her perfectly pink p***y staring straight at me, part of me wanted to stop… But the thought of her dying under the poison's wrath was not something I was willing to experiment with.

I traced her finger on her beautiful c**t, it was so beautiful, partly hooded and begging for my tongue to caress it.

She laid down with her arms supporting her wait, staring at me weakly.

I buried my mouth on her c**t, rolled my tongue all over her beautiful and tasty c**t.

Her moans filled my ears, the way she said my name is nothing I have ever heard before. I'd listen to it all night if I could.

Each time I touched her, her body shook and pulled closer to me.

“Benjamin.. alpha….” She moaned.

I tried to convince myself that I am only doing this for duty, to save her …But I couldn't escape her beauty, the way it tormented me thoroughly.

The lights dimmed lower as I changed the position into thrusting into her, making her grab the bedsheets tightly.

I gripped her hips harder, with my fingers digging into the soft flesh as I sank deeper, inch by torturous inch. Olivia’s walls clenched around me like hot silk, fluttering with every slow hot thrusts I gave her.

The magic poison still lingered in her system, I could feel it in the faint tremor of her limbs, the way her breaths came too fast, too shallow, but right now, all that mattered was pulling her back from the edge, anchoring her to me with every stroke.

“Benjamin…” Her voice cracked, raw and needy, nothing like the sharp, defiant Luna she’d been earlier tonight. This was pure surrender, and it lit something feral inside me.

I leaned down, caging her smaller body beneath mine, my chest pressing against her breasts until her hardened n*****s scraped against my skin with every roll of my hips. I captured her mouth in a bruising kiss, swallowing the whimper that escaped when I bottomed out and ground against her c**t in slow, filthy circles.

“You’re mine,” I growled against her lips, the words ripping out before I could stop them. “Say it.”

She arched, nails raking down my back hard enough to draw blood. The sting only made me thrust harder, deeper, chasing the sound she made when I hit that spot inside her that turned her moans into broken cries.

“Yours… Alpha… please…”

That word—Alpha—snapped something in me. I hooked one of her legs over my shoulder, opening her wider, and drove into her with punishing rhythm. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the room, mingling with her gasps and the low, animal growl building in my throat. Her p***y gripped me so tightly I could feel every ripple, every desperate pulse as she climbed higher.

I slid a hand between us, thumb finding her swollen c**t again. I rubbed tight, relentless circles while I f****d her harder, watching her face contort in pleasure-pain.

“Look at me,” I ordered.

Her lashes fluttered open, eyes glassy, pupils blown wide. Moonlight caught the tears clinging to her lower lashes, and something possessive and vicious twisted in my chest. She was beautiful like this—wrecked, claimed, mine.

“Benjamin—I’m… I’m going to—”

“Come for me,” I snarled, pinching her c**t just enough to send her over. “Now.”

Her body seized. A keening cry tore from her throat as her orgasm crashed through her, walls spasming so violently around my c**k that it dragged me right to the edge with her. I f****d her through it, relentless, drawing out every shudder, every pulse, until she was trembling and oversensitive beneath me.

But I wasn’t done.

I pulled out slowly, watching the way her p***y clenched around nothing, glistening and swollen from me. A dark satisfaction curled in my gut. I flipped her onto her stomach in one smooth motion, yanking her hips up so her ass was presented to me like an offering.

“On your knees,” I rasped.

She obeyed instantly, shaky arms pushing her chest off the mattress, back arched in perfect submission. I spread her cheeks with both hands, admiring the slick mess I’d already made of her before lining myself up again.

This time I didn’t ease in.

I slammed home in one brutal thrust.

Olivia screamed—half pleasure, half shock—fingers twisting in the sheets. I wrapped one hand in her hair, pulling her head back just enough to see her flushed face, lips parted, eyes rolling.

“Too much?” I taunted, even as I rolled my hips in deep, punishing circles.

“N-no… don’t stop… please don’t stop…”

That was all I needed.

I f****d her like I was trying to imprint myself into her very bones—hard, fast, possessive. Each thrust shoved a fresh moan from her throat. The bed creaked violently beneath us; the headboard slammed against the wall in time with my rhythm. I could feel my knot swelling at the base, thickening with every stroke, begging to lock inside her.

“Not yet,” I gritted out, more to myself than her. I wasn’t ready to knot her tonight, not when the poison still hummed under her skin, and not when I hadn’t said the things clawing at my throat. I was determined to complete our seal. our bond.

Instead I reached around, fingers finding her c**t again, rubbing in frantic circles while I pounded into her from behind.

“Come again,” I commanded. “Milk me. Take every f*****g drop.”

She shattered a second time, harder than before. Her scream muffled into the pillow as her body convulsed, p***y fluttering and squeezing so tightly it ripped my own release from me. I buried myself to the hilt, hips jerking as I came in thick, hot pulses deep inside her, filling her until I could feel it leaking out around my c**k.

I stayed locked there, breathing ragged, forehead pressed to the back of her neck as aftershocks rolled through both of us.

For several long moments, neither of us moved.

Then I slowly pulled out, watching the way my c*m dripped from her swollen, reddened entrance. Something primal and satisfied rumbled in my chest.

I gathered her limp body against mine, turning her so she faced me. Her eyes were half-lidded, cheeks flushed, lips kiss-bruised. She looked thoroughly ruined—and completely mine.

I brushed sweat-damp hair from her face, thumb tracing the curve of her jaw.

“You’re safe,” I murmured, voice rough. “I’ve got you.”

She gave a tiny, exhausted nod, curling into my chest like she belonged there.

And f**k if she didn’t.

I pressed a kiss to her temple, holding her tighter as the moonlight spilled across the tangled sheets.