His Human Luna

Bloodmoon Pack

10 PM

Ravenna’s POV

They said an omega’s place was on her knees. Scrubbing and begging.

That was what Luna Selena whispered into my ear as she pushed me into the dirt that evening, her perfume choking me more than her words.

“Pitiful slave, a dog the Alpha should have left for dead. Remember that.” She sneered, her nails digging into my chin as she forced me to look up at her.

With heavy steps, I dragged myself back to my tiny room, wiping the tears on my face with trembling hands. The shame stung deeper than the bruises on my skin. Nobody cared I existed—nobody, except him. He was the only person who cared about my life, the

only one who chose to love me, a low life Omega.

Suddenly, the window creaked. I froze, holding my breath. But I already knew it was him. His scent, like pine and storm, filled the room before I even turned. It wrapped around me, pushing away the cruel voices in my head like ashes blown into the dark.

“Ronan…” I gasped quickly as I turned.

The Alpha’s son. My mate.

He stepped inside my room gracefully, but tonight, there was no smile, no teasing smirk, none of the warmth he usually carried just for me. His eyes were darker, and the expression on his face sent a shiver down my spine.

“What’s wrong?” I whispered, moving closer, though fear trembled inside me. “You look… different.”

His eyes met mine, and instead of speaking, he pulled me towards him, giving me a tight, desperate hug, like he was afraid I’d disappear.

“Talk to me,” I whispered, resting my cheek against his chest, his heartbeat pounding in my ear. “Whatever it is, we’ll face it together. You know that.”

He spoke in a low, shaky voice. “Ravenna… I’m in trouble.”

His words made me shiver, but I held his face and made him look straight into my eyes. “Let me carry it with you. We are in this together.”

His eyes searched mine, full of torment. And instead of answering, he kissed me. Rough, hungry, as though every secret in him poured into my mouth.

I melted against him. For years, we’d hidden from the pack, stolen touches, stolen nights, and still I burned for him like the first time. His kiss was urgent, and I gave in, sliding my hands into his hair and tasting the storm on his lips.

Stay with me tonight,” I whispered against his lips. “Don’t speak. Just feel.”

He groaned, and his mouth found my neck, his hands slowly lifting the hem of my nightshirt. His hunger was sharp, but I didn’t pull away. After a long day of pain and loneliness, I needed to feel wanted and needed.

“Gosh, you are driving me insane,” he muttered, his breath hot as his lips trailed down my chest. “I can’t stop thinking about you.”

“Then don’t,” I gasped, arching into him as his fingers found my nipples. “Just… love me.”

The heat between us increased.

He moaned against me, gripping and spreading my thighs apart. He kept sucking until I was shaking, crying out his name as my orgasm shot out in waves.

He rose from between my legs, lips and face wet with my cream. His blue eyes had turned dark with my cream. His blue eyes had turned dark with something feral. Tonight, he seemed different. He didn’t seem like he was making love to me—it was more like he was making lust.

"I am not done," he whispered.

He pulled me up, tossing the nightshirt over my head. The cool air met my nipples, causing them to peak out. He didn't waste time before wrapping his hand around one and squeezing it roughly, then the other—sucking hard, biting just enough to make me gasp.

"Ouchhhhhhh," I moaned with my eyes closed, feeling the thrill wash down on me, and it seemed like I was going to cum for the second time tonight. "Please fuck me, now."

He didn't answer. Instead, he pulled back and kissed me hungrily—I tasted myself on his tongue. He kissed me hard, biting my lower lips until they almost started bleeding, then he pulled back. Then his lips trailed down my neck, pressing a kiss to the spot where he once marked me.

He undid his belt and freed his dick. It was hard, thick, already dripping. He stroked himself slowly, watching me with that intense Alpha gaze that made my knees weak.

"On your knees," he commanded.

Of course, I obeyed. Who am I not to? I dropped to my knees in front of him, his cock pointing directly to my face.

He placed his hand at the back of my head, guiding me forward and brushing the tip of his cock over my lips. I opened my mouth, taking him in, inch by inch, my tongue swirling, my lips sealing around him.

"Just like that," he groaned, thrusting deeper. "Choke on it...."

I felt his cock hitting the back of my throat, tears forming at the corners of my mouth. His hand gripped my hair harder and I felt pain throbbing from my scalp. He thrusted in and out of my mouth, his pre-cum and my saliva dripping from the corners of my lips, the scent of his arousal filling my nostrils.

I love the way his hips bucked, the way he let out an animalistic growl, muttering my name like a prayer. When he was close to orgasm, he pulled out and flipped me over. My ass arched backward, and I was in doggy style—it was his best style because he'd be able to go deep inside me.

"Now. I need to be inside that tight pussy."

And then he thrusted into me with a growl, filling me completely. I cried out, gripping the sheets, my body trembling as he slammed into me again and again, my hole tightening around his dick. It was rough. Wilder than ever. Desperate.

His dick slammed into me continuously, and my pussy made a loud smacking sound as he controlled my pace with his hands on my waist.

"Ronan, please........" I begged, feeling my pussy on fire, almost ripping apart.

But instead, he thrusted deeper inside me and I felt wave over wave of his orgasm inside me. When he pulled out, I collapsed forward.

He collapsed beside me, both of us drenched in sweat and breathless. My thighs were still trembling from the force. He wrapped his hands around me and pulled me into his chest.

The silence stretched between us before I broke it, muttering, "You were rough tonight. Are you okay?"

He placed a gentle kiss on my forehead. "I just missed you so much."

“I missed you too love,” I whispered, brushing my lips to his collarbone.

“So tell me. Why were you looking sad earlier?” I asked gently, my eyes locked onto his.

He sat up slowly and held my hands. “Raveena, please, only you can save me from this trouble.”

I pushed myself up, clutching the sheet to my chest. “Save you? Ronan, you’re the Alpha’s heir. The whole pack bows to you. How could someone like me save you?”

He looked at me then—broken, fierce, afraid. The boy who carried the world on his shoulders, the man who carried me in his heart.

But anyways, I lifted my head slowly. I should hear whatever he had to say. "What is it?"

He stared at the ceiling for a long moment. "There was a warrior. One of the Crescent Moon delegates. I… I killed him.”

“What!”

He gripped my hands, eyes wild. “It wasn’t supposed to happen. I lost control. And if anyone finds out, Ravenna, they’ll use it against my father, against me, against us.”

The air left my lungs. My mate. My secret. My love… a killer.

And I didn’t know if this was the night I had gained him completely, or lost him forever.