Three

“I'm Alex Dominic.”

“Martha Remus,” she replies, but my head was still fuzzy from how soft her ass felt in my hand.

“How did you know I'm Luna?” Martha asks, and I refrain from saying the obvious as she walks to grab the coffee flask that I never notice is laying there all the while.

“From Geri. I have been crashing with him for a few days.” I explained, recalling how Geri had warned me about her this morning but I hadn't given attention to him.

My dick jerked in arousal as I watched her down the flask at a go. My eyes on her throat, I begin to wonder what else I can push down that throat.

“SHE IS FUCKING MARRIED, ALEX.” I had to yell to myself this time, to take my mind off this impulsive sexual attraction I felt toward the Luna of the pack I was currently sojourning in.

Until I recalled how full and soft her breasts had felt against- Fuck.

“Who are you to Geri and why is he letting you be his roommate? I know for a fact that my cousin isn't that friendly.” Martha turns to speak to me.

Martha's question caught me off guard, but I couldn't help but be drawn to her fiery spirit.

"We are close friends and were flatmates in college. But I have to admit, being around you is electrifying, Martha," I say, unable to hide my attraction. She blushes and thanks me, but quickly averts her gaze.

Feeling a surge of energy, I suggest, "If you'd like, I could walk you home. It'll give us a chance to talk more." My intention is to address the Pack's conflicts along the way, given Geri's proximity to the Alpha's house. However, Martha shakes her head, insisting that she can manage on her own.

"Are you sure? It's no trouble for me," I persist, hoping for an opportunity to spend more time with her.

Martha hesitates for a moment, then looks back at me with a hint of a smile. "Alright, just this once. But don't think it means anything," she says playfully.

"Of course, just a friendly walk," I reply, trying to hide my excitement. Before I realize that Martha is staring at me, lost in a daze.

“Luna Martha?” I wave in my hand in her face.

She immediately blinks after my sudden action, raising her head to look at me from head to toe like she is trying to figure me out.

Her gaze on my body feels extremely arousing but I let her have her fun. I didn't say a word, so as not to interrupt her intense inspection until she finally spoke up.

“I would like to express an offer to you,” she said to me and immediately assumed she wanted me to warm her bed.

“I accept-

“—to spy on Alpha Lucian,”

“What….?!” I was shocked, to say the least.

Did she just say she wants me to spy on her husband?

“Is this a prank to test my loyalty, so you can see me anytime you want, or what?” I asked, trying to downplay her request to my advantage, but she shakes her head.

“No, it's not. You are friends with Geri, so nothing can ever happen between us.” She said frankly but I noticed how her cheeks flushed red.

I smirked at how certain she was that nothing could happen between us, but I knew it was for the best.

“Are you serious about your offer?” I asked and she turned to look at me with that piercing glare I so much find exciting.

“Do I look like I'm joking? I wouldn't have made this offer if it’s not important to me,” Martha retorted.

But why? Why did she need someone to spy on her husband? Does it have anything to do with the current tax boost and do I still want to get myself involved in the Pack’s conflicts?

Suddenly, I felt torn about whether to risk my long-time cover for such a suicidal mission or just refuse her offer, and mind my damn business as I should.

****

I laid back on my bed, an arm thrown over my face as I started chuckling in disbelief. After a few long moments of denial, I raised my head slightly and caught a glimpse of what was causing my so-called incredulity.

The comforter I had thrown over myself had a little tent down there, caused by yours truly, and seeing the slight wet patch at the peak, I still couldn’t believe that I was acting like a hormonal teenage boy just going through puberty.

And it was caused by one person, the lady who has been plaguing my mind so much, that I couldn’t even think straight anymore. It baffles me how affected I was, just thinking about her.

Martha. The way her name rolled through my lips was addictive, to say the least. I tried to push away any thoughts I had of her, but it was basically impossible to.

I thought about her at the oddest of times; in the morning when I was about to take a shower or while roaming around the streets, heck, even when I was taking a quick run in the woods.

It was really absurd.

Not only was she a married woman, but it was borderline inappropriate to be thinking of her in such an indecent way.

Soon, when it pestered my thoughts so much, I began to regret ever going out for a jog that fateful morning, because not only could I not take my damned mind off her, but I was also troubled by her request.

It made me wonder what Alpha Lucian was up to and why he was causing so much harm.

From the look on Martha’s face, I could easily tell that she was very disturbed and tormented.

I mean, who wouldn’t be? From all I have gathered about Alpha Lucian, he was a Grade-A asshole, pardon my French. That wasn’t the issue right now, I concluded.

With as much strength as I could muster, I peeled myself off my bed and went straight to the bathroom.

I was lucky that Geri was usually passed out by now, or else I wouldn’t have been able to explain to him why I was trying to relieve myself in his shower.

Still, I was unable to get my erection down, nor could I be able to look him in the eye, knowing that it was his cousin that I was getting my rocks off to.