WHO IS IN CONTROL?

DIEGO'S POV

I pulled myself up from my custom-made bathtub and unto my wheelchair which I had left right beside the bathtub. Three years ago, I'd had my bathroom remodeled to better suit my needs. The bathtub was high enough that I could lower myself into it and also raise myself out of it, with the support of my arms.

I flexed those arms now as I reached for the towel. I trained hard to keep fit and also strengthen all my other muscles. If my legs were going to be useless to me, at least my arms can become strong enough to support my weight whenever I need that.

Simply tossing the towel over my lower body, I wheeled myself out the door. Then I stopped in my tracks.

Who the hell is that on my bed? I wondered. My eyes were already seeing red before I got close enough to see her clearly.

I swallowed. Hard. I fought it with my mind but my manhood had a mind of its own. It stood at attention under the towel, as if it was saluting the mouth-watering sight in front of me, throbbing almost painfully.

Then she chose that moment to let out a moan. My breath started coming out short and fast. My wolf threatened to take over. If that happened, I wouldn't be able to control myself anymore.

Forcefully, I snapped out of it. Instead, I channelled all that sexual tension into rage as I questioned, “What the fuck are you doing in my room?”

She bounced off the bed. I didn't give myself a chance to admire her body in that sinful gown she wore. I barrelled on, “Are you deaf and mute? I asked you what you were doing in my fucking room and on my fucking bed!”

I still can't believe that with my raised voice, all she did was to turn around and start ogling me like I was some piece of chocolate that she wanted to eat up. When her tongue flicked out and licked her lips, I lost it.

My arms pushed my chair to her side. When she sat again on the bed, her dress moved up, exposing her half-milky half-rosy laps to my wolf's excitement.

I didn't even know when my hand landed on those laps. It was as if our bodies spoke their own language and her body was calling to my body. I traced my way up her thighs, watching her as she shut her eyes and inhaled deeply.

My fingers brushed her underwear and oh goddess, she was damn wet! How easy it would be to just slide in a finger, maybe two…

What am I doing? I screamed at myself. Before I could cross the point of no return, I grabbed her shoulders and jerked her to my face. Her eyes popped open.

“Get out.” I grinded out through clenched teeth.

She looked terrified as she scrambled up and fled my room.

“You just always have to punish yourself and deny me of any pleasure.” My wolf scolded.

“She's not the one for us.” I retorted. “No one is. When she sees the full extent of my scars, she’ll just turn tail and run, exactly like Lisa. I'm not allowing any she-wolf get close enough to hurt me ever again.”

It took several minutes for me to get my body under control again, but I still couldn't shake her image from my mind.

I decided to distract myself with work. I dressed myself with significant effort and headed to my desk. Although I had my sizeable office downstairs, I still got a work desk right here in my room because I wanted to be able to work at anytime without going far.

Pulling out the pack case files ,I tried to keep my mind on the problems raised by various members of my pack. They looked up to me, as their alpha, to keep law and order within the pack. This was one aspect of my job that I thought my Luna would take care of, but Lisa proved unworthy.

Now, I had to combine this with the running of my many businesses. Anyway, having so much to do kept me too busy to worry about she-wolves and lunas.

Three sharp knocks on the door interrupted my unsuccessful attempt at working.

I groaned. “This girl must have a death wish. And a lot of guts to come back here.” I muttered.

But it was actually Mother that I saw at the door.

She barely got through the door before firing at me, “What did you do to Fibi? Poor thing is shaking so badly and she can't even explain herself. What on the goddess’ green earth did you do to upset her so much? Aren't you tired of being this grumpy wolf that everyone runs away from? I've tried hard for you but you're just so adamant!”

I scoffed. Yes, her words almost made me feel guilty but I hardened my heart.

I spat angrily, “Of course she won't be able to explain herself. Coming in here dressed like a slut, and trying to use sex to worm her way into my life. Is that really the kind of she-wolf you chose for your son, Mother? A whore?”

Color me surprised when a palm landed on my cheek. Did Mother really just slap me? I can't recall the last time, if ever, she raised her hand against me. And now she hit me? For that trash? I couldn't get my mouth to close.

Maintaining her aura as if she wasn't the one who just committed violence, she corrected me, “Fibi is your wife, not a slut. She's your Luna, not a whore. The earlier you accept that, the better for you.”

She started leaving but turned back to him. She added, “And in case you didn't realize, this is her room too, so I'll have her maids bring her things in. She'll be back here in a few minutes. Make sure I don't have any reason to come back too.”

I was still too stunned to argue.