EXCERPT Luna Baby Wolf
Chapter 1
Seadon
“My father’s going to kill us!”
Even as Alex, my fiancé, uttered those words, he had a wide smile on his face. I beamed back at him, enjoying the feel of being next to him while he continued to hold my hand, knowing that he would never let anyone harm me.
“One day, you’ll get us in trouble,” he said.
“Shh! It’s not like you had any other important meetings for the rest of the day,” I countered while we snuck into the side entrance of the mansion.
“You’re such a bad influence, Seadon…”
Grinning, I replied, “I know.”
My chest fluttered as Alex’s dark eyes trailed over the length of my body before flashing me a playful smile. The fact that he was a powerful and busy CEO, yet would drop everything that he was doing if I called, always warmed my heart.
Like today, Alex had skipped work to come home early because I begged him to.
With hurried steps, we swiftly navigated through the large manor located deep within the Weightless Forest. My eyes quickly glanced at the beautifully decorated halls, admiring the high glass windows that gave an amazing view of the mountain range.
Once we got married, I would move into this mansion and live with Alex.
Fate had deemed that Alex and I be together.
In fact, things could not have been more perfectly aligned.
While Alex was the heir to the Woolf pack, I was the granddaughter of Lesedi, a well-respected elder of the Wilson pack.
As such, we each had important roles to play within our respective communities.
Our marriage would see the two packs becoming a single unit, creating one of the largest and most powerful werewolf alliances within the region.
Upon reaching Alex’s bedroom, we giggled while shutting the door behind us.
“Give me a moment. Let me go–”
Not to be deterred, I tightened my grip on his hand and pulled him down, cutting off whatever else he was going to say.
Alex grunted as I flipped us around so that I was now on top of him.
Without wasting another moment, his right hand reached out and cupped the back of my head.
His fingers tunnelled into my hair while he kissed me passionately, lashing his tongue against mine, urging me to kiss him back.
It did not take long for me to give in to him, and I moaned when I felt him tugging at the hem of my summer dress.
Breaking away from the kiss, he pulled the loose material up and over my head. I exhaled upon feeling his palms move to slowly cup my naked breasts, enjoying the way he savoured the feel and weight of them in his large hands before using his fingers to tease my nipples into hard points.
“Please…” I whimpered.
“Always so impatient,” Alex chuckled deeply while shifting us so that he was now sitting up.
I groaned when he took one of my nipples into his mouth, sucking on it hungrily before giving the other one the same attention. With his lips, tongue, and teeth, he knew exactly how to set my body on fire.
My fingers burrowed into his thick dark hair, silently pleading for more.
Arching my back, I felt as though my skin was ablaze, and I grew impatient, wanting to feel more of him. So, with fumbling hands, I started to pull at his jacket, shirt, and tie, wanting to feel his bare chest against mine.
With his shirt open, I brought my hands up and stroked the well-defined muscles of his chest, enjoying the fine dusting of hair against my palms before reaching my hand down to undo his belt.
His body was built like an Alpha’s, strong and commanding, and the fact that he was trembling slightly under my hands made me feel so powerful.
After lowering his zipper, I reached my hand in, and I sucked in a breath at the feel of him. No matter how many times I had seen Alex naked, I was always excited by the size of his arousal.
“Go on then, undress me…” Alex instructed with a grin.
Biting my bottom lip, I did as I was told, my eyes hungrily taking in the sight before me.
Alex’s body was perfect, taut, and ridged, and I always found myself mesmerised by the cut of his abs which tapered off into a V-shape.
I unconsciously licked my lips as I watched his manhood curve up against his belly, the tip glistening in the afternoon light.
Reaching down, I gently touched the tip of his erection with my fingers before wrapping my hand around his impressive girth.
Alex groaned low in his throat as he lay against the mattress while I kissed my way down his body, nipping at his smooth skin with my teeth. Once I was at my desired destination, I bent down to kiss the head of his shaft before running my tongue along the underside.
I did this a few times before finally taking him into my mouth.
“Fuck, Seadon, just like that…”
Not wanting to rush things, I paid attention to what I knew he liked, enjoying the way his body jerked. Keeping our eyes locked, I took as much of him as I could into my mouth before slowly releasing him, only to start the process all over again.
I was so lost in the moment that I was caught off-guard when Alex unexpectedly pulled me off him.
Just as I was about to protest, he said, “Your turn!”
Flipping us around, I found myself on my back while he tore my panties off and spread my thighs wide.
Putting one leg over his shoulder, he gently kissed the side of my knee, moving his lips lower until he leaned down and kissed the apex of my thighs. His skilled mouth and tongue had my entire body shaking, and I began chanting his name.
The feel of him putting one finger inside me had my legs quivering, and when another finger joined the first, my muscles clamped around him.
He knew exactly how to touch me, and my orgasm came out of nowhere, wracking through my body while my hands fisted in his hair, my screams echoing off the walls.
Alex moved up the bed, his lips brushing against mine, “Taste yourself…”
I moaned as he kissed me passionately while lifting my hips. There was a throbbing stretch as I felt him slowly enter me, one that I always welcomed.
He started slowly, pulling all the way out, then pushing back all the way in.
“You feel good!” I moaned.
I could hear him rasp in agreement while his lips moved towards my neck, tenderly kissing the spot where he had bitten me on the night when he claimed me as his mate years ago.
After a few minutes, Alex increased his speed, and my hands stroked along his back, my legs tightening around him, urging him on. Everything felt so intense that I began to feel almost light-headed when he sneaked a hand between us.
The touch of his thumb against my clit, coupled with his precise strokes, had my back arching as I exploded around him, crying out in pleasure. I soaked him and the sheets beneath us.
While I revelled in my post-orgasmic bliss, I suddenly felt myself being rolled onto my stomach, and I moaned at the stretch of him entering me from behind.
It would only take a few strokes before I heard him grunting with his release, an unexpected warmth filling me soon after as he whispered how much he loved me.
“I love you too,” I smiled into the sheets.
Alex moved to settle against my side, pulling me into his arms, “You know, Seadon, I can’t wait to–”
His words were lost as the loud banging against his bedroom door drew our attention across the room where his younger brother barged in.
“Sorry to disturb you, love-birds, but there’s an emergency meeting between our two packs taking place right now! Hurry up and get dressed,” Jeff urged, picking up his brother’s discarded clothes to hand them over to him.
Pulling the satin sheets over my body, I kissed Alex and whispered for him to hurry back once everything was sorted.
“Oh no, Seadon, you need to get dressed too,” Jeff stated.
“Me? What for?” I asked, my brow furrowing.
Only the top werewolves were needed in such meetings, which usually included the elders of the packs and sometimes the heirs.
My family had always played an important role within our pack.
Since my parents died when I was very young, I was raised by my grandparents.
As I grew older, I would attend a few meetings here and there, but many of the Elders had a problem whenever I tried to voice my opinion.
As such, to not ruffle anyone’s feathers, my grandfather would usually not require me to attend many of the meetings.
Especially with Alex being my fiancé, meaning that he would someday rule both packs, my grandfather thought it best to spare me the headache that was sometimes involved.
Jeff’s voice pulled me from my thoughts, “Your grandfather won’t be back from his trip in time, so you need to fill in for him.”
“Seriously? Can’t they postpone the meeting until he returns?”
Sensing my apprehension, Alex leaned down to cup my cheek, “Don’t worry; you’ll do great.”
“Uh-huh, you know how some of the Elders get whenever I speak up at these meetings. It’s why I stopped attending as frequently in the first place!” I huffed.
Interjecting, Jeff said, “Well, you have no choice, Seadon; seeing as you’re his only grandchild, you need to attend in his place.”
Grumbling, I threw the covers off and hastily began getting dressed.
About half an hour later, we were all seated around a large round table, and I wished that I could have been next to Alex, but unfortunately, the seating arrangement was organised based on pack and rank.
So, I had to remain on the side of the Wilson pack while Alex sat next to his father and uncle with other members of the Woolf pack.
Alex’s father, Thomas, called an order to the meeting, and the entire room fell quiet when the skull of a werewolf was placed on the wooden table.
To kill a werewolf in itself was hard, but to kill one while in its wolf form was almost impossible.
The skull looked like it had been freshly dug up, and there were unmistakable claw marks gouged into the back area of the parietal bone into the occipital bone. It was obvious that the person received a lethal blow to the back of the head from another werewolf.
“Outrageous!” Jason, a member from the Woolf pack, exclaimed.
To which Nathan, the Wilson pack’s Alpha, asked, “Who would dare do such a thing?”
Everyone knew about the Iron Law that had been put in place aeons ago, which prohibited werewolves from killing their kin.
My throat suddenly felt dry, and I could not help but wonder what type of person would be so bold to break the sacred law among our people. Not to mention, the thought that such a person could be living among us sent a chill up my spin.
Werewolves were considered to be on top of the food chain, having no natural enemies, but how would one protect themselves against a potential pack member?
Such questions swirled around in my head, threatening to consume me, and my eyes flitted between Alex and the skull in front of me.
The expression on my fiancé’s face seemed troubled, his scowl deepening while Alpha Thomas claimed that this was the skull of the previous leader of the Woolf pack, who had been reported missing over a year ago.
Murmurs soon flowed around the table.
“You all know what this means?” Thomas asked, his deep voice silencing the room. “My older brother did not abscond his duties and abandon the pack. He was murdered, and I will have justice!”
Until we had definitive proof, right now, every adult werewolf within the Weightless Forest was a suspect, and I could not help the unsettling feeling that churned at the pit of my stomach as Alex’s uncle, Bertram, stared at me.
It was clear that, in his eyes, I, too, was a suspect.