The Wild Alpha & Forced Luna

Desire is a feeling like any other among the mortals. They wish for something or someone strongly and readily move on when lady luck doesn’t favour them. They start to fancy new objects, different places and different people as quickly as they breathe. For the ones blessed by the Moon Mother, desire is holding a burning piece of coal inside their heart, where it keeps blazing with the untameable eternal fire and slowly devours the beast of the night with longing, craving and love.

A kind of love that can tear one apart from inside and transforms the muted lust to pure animalistic instincts. In the realm where legends from stories are real, there are no fleeting lovers but mates who crave each other’s body and soul till eternity. They protect each other ruthlessly from anyone who tries to tear them apart.

Niya lay still on the bed, her tiny body almost lost in the big, woolly blankets. She was nervous, her lips trembling and then stretching into a thin smile. He was here. Her mate and her Alpha. He entered the tent, bending down his tall figure to avoid the top of the entrance. His still eyes glazed down her body, her face, lips, her neck and then his gaze got more intense as he looked at the sheets cradling the lower half of her body, as if mentally already ripping through them to get to her softness.

He was on top of her at lightning speed, like a wolf chasing prey. But he was soft, barely pushing down his weight on her thin body and putting up two fingers to brush away her silver hair from her face. Every second seemed to stretch into hours as they gazed at each other. A droplet of sweat trickled down his forehead to land in the middle of her chest.

“Are you ready?” He asked her, concern laced through his voice, which was bursting with excitement and lust.

Niya grabbed the back of his neck and swept up to kiss him, which was answer enough for the Alpha. He trapped her easily in between his strong arms, pinning her down with comfortable pressure. His hand travelled up her loose shirt, the coolness of it making her flinch with pleasure. His long fingers reached the roundness of her breasts and he couldn’t take it anymore, squeezing his eyes shut, and savouring every last bit of warmth from her supple skin.

“I want you…” She whispered softly against his ear.

The night is dark like an untimely eclipse which is unusual as the sky is graced by the Moon Mother in her full form. There is a storm brewing with dark clouds swirling and blocking blessed light to grace Clan Winterfrost on a very special occasion. Everyone in the clan was gearing up for a celebration to welcome the second child of their Alpha Herald when rain started to pour down and a thunderstorm dampened the spirit.

Herald is pacing before his doorstep, muscles taught in tension and jaws clenched with anticipation when a youngling comes braving the storm. He transforms into his human form entirely drenched and Herald recognizes him as Donny, one of the new werewolves to complete his shifting in the last full moon.

“The Crone is asking for you urgently Alpha. '' He says with eyes big as saucers and an underlying nervousness as if he has been practising the statement the entire way.

Herald looks at the locked door of his cottage and contemplates for a second