Chapter Three

Logan's POV

I never planned for this to happen, it happened suddenly. How did Aella find out about my relationship with her sister? I am a lover of women, and get laid with any pretty one, so long as they are willing to have sex with me, and end it at sex. 

Lenna's case was different, fortunately and unfortunately. I watched Aella with fear gripping my heart when she fell to the floor, her lips moved but I didn't hear her.

A part of me wanted to rush to her side and save her, how was I even going to go about it—saving her? Lenna smiled, there was a mischievous grin she gave, and I knew I should ask her if she had a hand in what happened to Aella. 

“She is gone.” The oldest wolf in the Pack, confirmed after some time.

“She is gone!” Carina shouted, not hiding her excitement.

In her face was a triumphant look. Truly, Aella was gone: what made her leave like that? I wondered as I reached for her body where it laid. “I'm sorry.” I found myself muttering, I was happy too, I would live life as it pleases me without being controlled like the baby I am not. 

The ceremony went on, but without Aella as the bride this time. Lenna had rushed out of the scene with her mother, who told me, “wait.” Of course, I waited, with a tad bit of idea of what would be done. At least, I liked her: making her the Luna of the pack would not be a bad idea.

“This is your bride.” Carina said when they emerged from wherever it was they went to— their room, definitely. Lenna looked different, from moments ago, when I saw her in that usual dress. Now, she was stunning, her smile was captivating, not as Aella's, anyway. 

“Thank you, ma.” I greeted Carina. No bands were fixed on her wrist, unlike Aella's. The wolves watched all this while, saying nothing: children who could not take the pain of watching Aella's body on the ground, sobbed, so did old women who liked Aella when she still existed. 

Hurriedly, her body was taken out of the scene, to the part of the pack built for burying bodies. Quickly, a casket was made after the ceremony: my bonding with Lenna, a woman I never and will never imagine I would get married to, despite the spark of love I claim to have for her. 

One month ago, we started out as 'my-wife-to-be' sister, and ended up in my bed days later. She claimed to be in love with me, and proved to be by spending nights with me in my room, giving me the sugar I always want from her gender. 

“Marry me.” She beckoned one night after a round of sex. I moped at her, laughed out loud and shook my head.

“Are you kidding me?” I questioned. “You of all people know I am engaged to your sister, and our ceremony comes up anytime soon.” 

“We can make it work, don't you think so?”

“Logan!” Someone called loudly, causing me to jerk off from my train of thoughts. I looked at the woman standing right in front of me and nodded. 

“Are you okay?” My new wife asked. We moved to a part of the pack, men had already dug up the earth and waited on me to perform rituals I should perform for the dead before they are buried. 

I took the incense burner and did the usual. It was a long time ago when I did this last: we hardly lost a wolf in the pack since the war from many years ago, and the death of Aella's Father two years ago. 

Our pack was the most peaceful, literally.

I finished the small ritual, Aella's skin changed a bit in the coffin, and she was kept in the already dug earth. This time, women wailed, children screamed at the top of their voices, not because they knew who Aella was, but the sight of a burial ground may have irritated them. 

I mean, it was a long time ago since we dug up the earth to bury a wolf. 

I walked to my room with my bride as a guilty feeling washed me from head until toe from my insides. The thoughts of Aella resurrecting from that grave made my toe curl, and I managed a smile when Lenna watched me. “Is anything the matter?”

What choices was I left with? I needed a Luna, badly, although Lenna was not such a bad choice, her beauty was manageable and still does not mean I would not see other women. I definitely will make out with more women when the right time comes. 

“I'm fine,” I smiled, reaching for her on the bed where she sat. “Come on, let's do something.”

“Of course,” she cried, with a spark of laughter. “This is all I want us to keep doing until the year ends, Logan.”

I chuckled, I just couldn't help it: the sight of a beautiful woman, well-endowed and sexy looking. Lenna touched me on my chest, unveiling a pack of emotions I kept hidden since the beginning of my Matching with her—since the moment Aella was confirmed dead by the oldest wolf in the pack. 

I stiffened when her hand reached my groin. Lenna never wasted time to go straight to the main business, I fell back on the bed and watched the woman, my new wife, climb on me. The bed was big, big enough to contain two sets of lovers and a soft moan escaped from my lips when she kissed my neck. 

“Touch me.” She whispered with her voice, husky.

“Touch me.” She said, this time it was more of a command than a mere request. I raised my hand to hold her butt, trailed an invisible line to her breasts, there were small, taut hard nipples there on Lenna's chest. What more: I grabbed her this time, a signal that said 'I am horny, very horny. Let's do this already'. 

She smiled, sexily, undressed almost immediately, revealing every part of her. Her endowed self glittered, even in the dim-lighted room, Lenna reached for me on the bed again, I closed my eyes when she climbed over once more.

“Ready?” She questioned, laughing softly. She knew what she was doing, she knew. The sexy smile on her face was torture, my hands felt numb even with holding her: I nodded, didn't stop nodding. 

My apparel was almost a hindrance. “This has got to go!” I cried, yanked off the garment in a hurry, letting Lenna take her place over me for the last time. My groin entered her at a slow, but steady pace, I am huge and long, an achievement I have made as a man.

“Argh!”

I wasn't done when I entered her. It was my turn to show how manly I am and can be during sex: my hand reached her and I swapped positions with her. Our eyes met, I smiled and asked. “Are you ready, my Lady?” 

She was ready, she said with moving lips. I barely heard the words she said, probably because my brain refused to function at that point, and all I understood was 'sex'!

In a rhythm, I came out and entered the pretty woman. She moaned softly, wound her legs around me with her small hands holding my head. In, I went, and out, I came again, my pace increased in seconds, and I was close to spilling nature inside her.

Do I have to spill? I questioned myself, seeing a different face in the face of the woman I married. 

It was none other than Aella's.