Chapter Four

He furiously rammed his cock into me as deep as it would go, pausing briefly after each thrust, savouring the moment. He kept his eyes on my face as I jolted from his movements.

“From this moment on, you are my Luna. You belong…to me!” he panted. “You will accept me as your Alpha and serve”.

I kept my face a mask of fury and stared right back at him, my dark orange wolf eyes burning away the grey. It was taking all I could to not moan into the dawn. His large cock filled me completely, triggering feelings I had never experienced with Mason. A shockwave of pleasure pulsated from my pussy across all my nerve endings and I felt on the cusp of an orgasm. He pulled my legs over his shoulders and kept pummelling his hips into mine, and I couldn’t help but gasp as he reached even deeper than before.

“Give in to it” he murmured, hot breath tickling my ear.

“No” I said shakily, defiant until the end.

“I have taken you, it’s over. You don’t need to fight me anymore” he said, voice heavy from his own coming gratification. “you are my Luna, and I am your Alpha”.

He slowed his pace down, grinding into my pelvis at the end of each thrust. I pursed my lips together to contain a moan and he noticed. He loosened his hold on my hands and intertwined his fingers in mine, gently pushing them into the soil while he explored my mouth with his tongue. I couldn’t help but respond in kind, and we kissed passionately while he forced his length inside me as far as it would go again and again, lifting me higher into ecstasy. He felt me starting to cum and quickened his pace as my pulsating orgasm gripped his cock tightly, triggering his own, and we cried out into the dawn as we climaxed together.

We lie there in a sweaty heap for a few moments as we recovered and I tried to come to grips with my loss of liberty and pride. I felt shell-shocked.

“Get off me” I mumbled, attempting to push him off. In the light of day, he seemed almost weary of it all. He looked down at me with a softer expression than before, his piercing blue eyes spellbinding in the natural light and face flushed from his efforts. The lengths of his shoulder-length hair had fallen forward in our scuffle and his short stubbled beard looked unkempt. He was without a doubt the sexiest man I had ever seen. I quashed the voice inside urging him to take me again.

“Nova, it is done. You must accept it. I am sorry we had to do it this way, but it is for the good of the pack. Besides, you can’t say you didn’t enjoy it” he said, with an ill-timed smirk that even he seemed to know was stupid. He cleared his throat awkwardly and scratched at his stubble, smoothing it down to his chin.

I gave him a disgusted look, and with one last almighty shove he allowed me to push him off. I searched for what was left of my dress in the bushes and wrapped it around me. His seed trickled down my leg as I stood there and I cursed myself for giving in to a moment of weakness. He was standing now with his arms crossed watching me intently.

I looked him dead in the eyes and said in a low, deadly voice, “You may have taken my body, Wyatt, but you have not earned my love or loyalty. You are not my true Alpha”.

His weary expression turned to white hot rage in an instant.

“I see we have some work to do yet, Luna. No matter, I can do this as many times as it takes!” he fumed, stepping towards me in all his handsome naked glory. I was about to shift into my wolf form when howls broke out from all around us. Wyatt’s Beta and Zeta wolves entered the clearing with some other soldiers and they all quickly shifted to human form. They looked from my scattered remnants of clothes, to the disturbed earth, and finally to Wyatt’s bloodied face and I saw the realisation in their faces. Wyatt’s Zeta, Jared, a weathered man in his mid-forties burst into laughter and couldn’t contain himself.

“So she came willingly, eh boss?” he taunted.

Wyatt gave him a wilting look and raised an eyebrow. “She came around”.

“It is done then?” Wyatt’s Beta Carter, asked with a curious look. Wyatt gave a small nod in response and Carter breathed a sigh of relief. “Finally, now things will get a bit easier with Meridian. They know she’s a loose cannon Alpha, feels like they were just waitin’ on her to call them up to fight again”.

I was opening my mouth to give a snarky response when Wyatt jumped in for me.

“Careful now, that’s my Luna. She’s a pain in the ass I know it, trust me. But I can’t have my own men talkin’ crap about her”.

Carter immediately bowed his head with a muttered “Alpha” and I stifled a giggle. I certainly was not happy with this latest turn of events, however, watching the jumped-up Beta getting put in his place pleased me greatly. Carter then turned in my direction and got down on one knee with his head bowed, muttering “Luna” and the others in their group followed suit.

“Oh, get up” I demanded grumpily, and they quickly obliged. I stomped past them and shifted as I picked up my pace, running back to pack Meridian where I had started mere hours ago. Wyatt caught up in his hulking grey wolf form and tried to run alongside me but I snapped at his muzzle and paws until he finally backed off, leaving me with a loose escort of his wolves from pack Carthage. My head spun and I blinked away tears of shame as I galloped through the woods.

How could I be so stupid. What was it all for? The battles, the death…all so I could open my legs for the bastard who cut down my pack?

By the time we neared the pack base I felt like an empty shell of the wolf I’d been last night. I felt powerless and defeated, and utterly hopeless. I was the first to run through the gates of our township and sprinted straight past all the curious faces and didn’t stop until I reached the Alpha Mansion. I couldn’t bear to see their reactions after finding out that not only had I failed in running away for help, but that I had been taken by Wyatt and forced to be his Luna. I shifted back to human form at the mansion door and bolted upstairs naked, making a bee line for the Omega serving quarters I had been confined to and locked the door behind me. I went straight into the en-suite shower and turned the taps on steaming hot, hot enough to wash away what Wyatt and I had shared in the forest. It was an Alpha taking a Luna by force, there was no doubt about that.

But there had been something more, something deeper we had shared.

As I scrubbed the soil and leaves out of my hair I remembered those large, rough hands gently intertwining with mine. Those blue eyes looking into mine while he cradled my face, that kiss…too tender for just sexual domination, though that he had certainly enjoyed that.  No- I had felt his desperation to take me, not just in body but in soul. I growled in frustration and slammed my hands on the shower wall.

No. I cannot want him, I cannot accept him as Alpha. Not after he killed my pack members on the battlefield and stole everything I suffered for. Everything I earned serving for years under Mason, gone. And for him to declare me his Luna without me even being there…

I scrubbed my body and winced as the sponge came into contact with scratches and tender flesh from my tussle with Wyatt. I looked down to see bruises on my hips where he grasped me tightly while fucking me, and a thrill went through me at the memory. I examined my arms in front of me and sure enough bruises were darkening on my wrists too. I had felt defeated in the woods, yes…pissed off, too. But I had known that he would follow me when I ran away, and I knew exactly what he would do. And I did it anyway.

I stopped scrubbing and stared into the distance as the thought crossed my mind that perhaps I had run not just to get away from him, but to force his hand so that I could get what I had been wanting ever since I first saw him the day I challenged him.

This was all my fault. I could have planned better, thought about things clearly instead of playing cat and mouse with a wolf I wanted to sleep with. I should have just jumped into bed with him before and been done with it. Least then I would have gotten laid and bought more time to find a solution. Now I was well and truly fucked.

I got out of the shower and dried myself gingerly, softly patting down my tender and injured areas before twisting the towel around my hair and plopping it on my head. I walked out into the bedroom and saw a beautiful inky-blue silk dressing gown laid out on the bed with a single red rose on top and a note that read, ‘Nova- Have this as a token of my affection. I have ordered the girls to bring your belongings up to the Alpha suite. I will see you tonight. Yours, Wyatt’.

Hah, the motherfucker thought I’d be a good little Luna now he’d been inside of me. He was in for a shock.

I did, however, put on the dressing gown. Back when Mason had been Alpha the heating was never on in winter to save money (nor air conditioning in summer). Winters involved heavy layering and moving as much as possible to generate heat for fear of frostbite. But ever since Wyatt had arrived the heating head been on full blast every day turning the Alpha Mansion into a comfortably warm retreat on icy winter days. Now I could wear comfortable sleep and loungewear without freezing my ass off I was not giving it up, not even to make a point. The silky fabric caressed my skin as I flittered around the room looking for my belongings.

Goddamnit.

The Omegas had worked quickly while I was in the shower. All my belongings were now gone; there was nothing for it. I knew where they would be.

I made my way up to the Alpha suite.

It was much changed from when I had last seen it the day of the battle. The room I had left that morning was a dated Southern bedroom with second-hand furnishings, floral curtains, cross-stiches on the walls and knitted blankets on the bad. What I walked into was modern opulence.

Rich dark wooden furnishings replaced the shabby furniture occupying the room previously, and the walls had been painted a deep ruby red bar the ceiling which was ivory. The large bed was a huge four-poster the same dark wood as the desk and sets of drawers, side tables and bookshelves, and had a smooth red silky quilt set on with plush cream pillows for decoration. The brown mottled carpet had been pulled up and a fresh thick red, black and white patterned one had been placed in its stead. I couldn’t believe my eyes.

After poking around the room for a while to find where my clothes, books and other personal effects had been stored the events of the night before began to catch up with me. The fatigue hit me like a freight train and crawled into the oversized bed and slipped under the covers. My body sunk into the soft mattress and the heavy duvet pressed down on me in a comfortably firm embrace. The soft fabric was heavenly, brushing against my exposed flesh like soft kisses as I got comfortable. Wyatt was certainly an asshole with questionable motives, but he had excellent taste in bedding.

Before I had time to dwell on the matter further, sleep took me.

He didn’t wake me when he came to bed. I had fallen asleep sometime around 8am with the morning sun shining through the window and woke up to a dark room lit by several black and ivory table lamps. I peered my eyes open and saw him wandering around topless, casually shifting some paperwork and books around. His chest and abs took my breath away; so chiselled, so perfect, with a defined Adonis belt that led the eyes down to his pubic area. I sighed, lamenting his good looks for the millionth time since he’d come into my life.

He sat down at the desk and called out over his shoulder, “have a good sleep?” without looking around, signing documents absent mindedly.

“Mmm” I grumbled in response, unwilling to engage with him.

“I sensed you were waking up, so I got Charlie cooking you some food. Y’hungry?”. He stood up and faced me, leaning on the desk with his arms folded watching me intently.

I clocked the familiar en-suite to my right that I had pleaded Mason for when we first got married and carefully planned my next move.

I was in the mood for a fight, but I absolutely did not want a repeat of last night’s events. Or even worse, to simply give in and wrap my legs around him willingly like I wanted to. No. I had no choice but to reject him for the future of my own sovereignty of pack Meridian. Adrenaline washed over me giving me the fuel to act as quickly as I would need to.

“Quite frankly I don’t give a fuck what you do or don’t do. You are no Alpha of mine and I am not yours to feed, fuck and use as you please” I said aggressively, and he moved towards me instantly as I had expected. He leapt over the bed with one step and was almost on me- but I was prepared. I sprinted into the en-suite and slammed the door just as he was about to land, clicking the lock that had saved me from Mason’s fists so many times before and saved me from myself now.

He tried the door a few times before leaning in close and whispering in a low voice, “you can hide for now, Luna, but you can’t stay in there forever. You’ll have to come out sometime and when you do, I’ll be here. Trust me the sooner you get your stubborn ass out of there the better it will be for you”. The warning in his voice travelled through my body and I shuddered. He was quicker to anger now than he had ever been before. I sensed he hadn’t been prepared for me to keep rejecting him after we had made it ‘official’ in the woods, and now he was hellbent on getting me in line.

Despite my predicament, I perched on the bathtub and giggled soundlessly as I heard him stomping and crashing around in the bedroom. I just couldn’t not piss him off. After everything he had taken from me, I was happy to torment him as long as he kept me a prisoner in my own home, a stranger in my own pack.

He quietened down after a while so I drew myself a bath and relaxed in scented oils I found in the rejuvenated bathroom cabinet, luxuriously soaking all my tired muscles in the scents of lavender, camomile and ylang ylang. I stayed in the tub until the piping hot water cooled to lukewarm, reluctantly getting out to dry with the fluffy white towels that had replaced the worn, roughshod hand-me-downs Mason had insisted we use. I moisturised my body luxuriously top to toe with shea body butter and brushed my teeth with a spare new toothbrush that had been left out for me. Whoever Wyatt was getting to stock the bathroom was doing a great job. Not great enough for me to stay, though.

It had been 4 hours of bathing, moisturising and hair brushing by the time I stood in front of the door and contemplated opening it. I hadn’t heard any movement for the last few hours since the bedroom door had opened and slammed shut. He had obviously gotten bored of this particular game for the night, but I knew he would make me pay somewhere down the line.

I decided to take a chance. My stomach was past the point of rumbling and now just ached in hunger, and tap water was no longer sufficient. It had been over 24hrs since I had last eaten at lunchtime the previous day. Maybe I could sneak down to the kitchen and forage for food and, if he and his men were nowhere to be found, try to make my start to Jackson to see Alpha Cole. I felt lighter, hopeful.

I slowly and deliberately turned the lock on the door, testing to see if he came bounding over. Nothing. I turned the handle and opened it slightly, peering through the gap to scan the room-it was empty. Relief washed over me and I started to make my way to the bedroom door, to food and possibly freedom.

I heard a growl to my right, and the air left my lungs before I hit the floor.