The Chosen Luna

1 - Chosen Promise

Two years ago:

[Mara POV]

I had been dating Elijah since I was fifteen, and now on my eighteenth birthday I was hopeful that he would be my mate. I woke up in the packhouse, a decision that the alpha and luna were not thrilled about but had welcomed me into their home with open arms. What they didn’t know is that I had been sleeping in the room with Elijah every night, getting little sleep and sneaking back into my room in the early hours of the morning.

I made my way down to breakfast that morning after having met my wolf, Julia, and waited until Elijah came down from breakfast. We spent the night in passionate love-making.

“If you call that love making then sweetheart you are delusional, that was raw f*cking. But don’t let me stop you, it was hot.” Julia chimed into the middle of my thoughts.

“Hey! Keep to yourself!” I mentally yelled back at her, still a little uneasy about the idea of sharing my head and thoughts with a wolf, even though we spent our entire lives being raised as werewolves and learning that wolves are s****l creatures by nature.

“We share a mind, and you are worried about me digging through your f*cking with that sexy as hell wolf? Goddess no, I want a taste. He is yummy.” I could feel my face turning red with fluster as I listened to her words.

I didn’t shut her out per se, but I did stop listening to her s****l antics. If I had known having a wolf was like this, I wouldn’t have wanted to be a werewolf. Julia had made herself like a sister to me already though, and I wouldn’t change her now.

Elijah came downstairs, and I stared hopefully into his eyes, wanting to feel something as I watched the man who could make me feel the way I did last night to be my mate. Nothing, I felt nothing, and I felt a wave of despair and disappointment come over me. Elijah, the sculpted god of a man who I have been sharing my body with for two years, is not my mate.

He stopped in front of me, my gaze cast up at him staring into the deep abyss of his dark brown, almost black eyes, before I saw a flicker of disappointment flash across his features too. He leaned down and whispered into my ear. “This development changes nothing for the time being, pet. You are mine, and I expect you in my bedroom in an hour. I have a meeting with my father after breakfast.” At his words, the moisture between my legs pooled, and I saw him take a deep breath, scenting the air before his eyes flashed black as his wolf Atticus took over.

“Just how I like you, wet.” He growled deeply, only making my core flood more, and I licked my lips and nodded my agreement, my submissive nature taking over with ease.

Elijah quickly regained his exposure and turned to this mother and father, the Luna and Alpha of the Night Stalker pack. “Good morning mother.” He addressed Luna Nayeli, her eyes focused on the two of us as she tried to figure out what had passed between us. “Good morning father.” He addressed the Alpha after a long moment.

“Morning darling.” Nayeli said after a moment as the Alpha’s daughter skipped down the stairs, Madeline having a perk in her step as she did.

Madeline smiled at me and gave me a quick awkward side hug as she took her place beside me. “Mara, happy birthday! Are you and my brother mates?” She asked excitedly, eager to have another girl in her family as it was just her, Elijah, and her twin younger brothers.

The Alpha and Luna saved me from having to answer that awkward question with the truth, by having the omegas begin to bring in breakfast. The meals at the packhouse were always healthy as that was what the Luna wanted, but they were never delicious. What was given to us for breakfast did not look like it would disappoint us either. We were given pancakes with berries, bacon, and eggs.

The alpha’s family and I ate in silence with only polite conversation here and there. After I finished eating, I dismissed myself from the table, taking my dirty plates to the kitchen, a habit that I continued through my relationship with their son. I didn’t want them to think of taking care of me as a burden, so I tried my best to help around the house.

As I made my way back upstairs to my bedroom, I caught the eye of Elijah, who was going inside the alpha’s office for their meeting, and his voice sounded in my head through mind-link. “Go to my room, assume the position pet. I will be in shortly so we can talk.” He told me.

“Yes sir.” I returned, watching his d*ck grow harder as my words hit his mind, then I changed my direction as I made my way to his bedroom instead of my own. He loved finding out I was submissive, and I loved that I could make him feel with just my words and the reaction I could pull from his body as a result, but he could pull similar reactions from my own.

It didn’t take me long to get to his bedroom and let myself inside, shutting the door behind me as I began to strip off my clothes. I shimmied out of my pants, dropping them to the floor not needing to take off my panties as that was one rule that Elijah had for me, never to wear panties, so he always had easy access to my dripping wet core whenever he wanted it. I didn’t mind, I hated panties anyway. I dropped my shirt and bra on top of my pants after another moment. I dropped to my knees, spreading them open enough so that the cold air could move over my core, chilling me, making me shudder. I folded my arms behind my back and lowered my gaze to the floor and waited, as he asked.

[Elijah POV]

Her words made me hard in an instant, and I couldn’t wait to be inside her wet walls, where I couldn’t help but feel like I belonged, even if we weren’t mates.

My father and I sat down in his office, him behind his desk and I sat in one of the chairs across from him. He folded his arms in front of him. “Son. Mara’s eighteenth birthday is today. Is she your mate?” He asked, getting straight to the point of why this meeting was planned for after breakfast the day of her birthday.

I reluctantly shook my head. “No father, she isn’t.”

He made a grunting sound. “Then I am afraid you need to break it off with her.”

“No.”

“No, son?” He raised his eyebrows at me, as I had just challenged his authority.

I returned his gaze. “No. I have loved her since I was thirteen and she was ten. I have been dating her since she was fifteen, and even now… I love her, even knowing she isn’t my fated mate. I intend to make her my chosen mate instead.”

My father frowned, his alpha aura carefully in check. “I will make you a deal son. If she hasn’t found her fated mate by the time she is twenty-five. I will give my blessing for you to be a chosen pair. This also gives you time to find yours.”

I thought about his words and nodded the agreement. Just because I didn’t want my fated mate if it wasn’t Mara doesn’t mean Mara didn’t want her fated mate.

“Good, now onto another matter, making you the full Alpha…”

By the time my father and I finished the meeting an hour later, we had agreed what to do about Mara, and he would make me Alpha when I turned twenty-five, or earlier if I found my fated mate. If I found her before I turned twenty-five, I had to mate and mark her to gain the pack. This was an arrangement that I agreed to as it seemed fair.

I hurried to my room, knowing I had left Mara waiting for me for over an hour. Inside my room, I found her in a submissive position, her arms behind her back, her legs spread as she knelt on the ground in front of the bed with her head bowed. I kept it cold in my room, so her n*pples were perked, waiting to be clamped or sucked on. Her chestnut hair was around her in a curtain, but I watched as her chest heaved in small, shallow breaths.

I knelt, putting my hand under her chin and having her look at me. The lack of sparks only confirmed what we already knew. “Pet, look at me.” I ordered, and she complied.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.” Her voice was quiet, unsure almost, as if she wasn’t sure of what her position in my life was going to be now even though I had told her just at breakfast that it changed nothing between us.

“I have come to an agreement with my father, but I need you to agree to this too.” I told her, my tone turning serious as I watched her expression carefully. “I don’t care that we aren’t mates. I want to take you as my chosen, but I have agreed to my father’s demand to allow you time to turn twenty-five, to give you a chance to find your mate as well as me find mine. However, if you do not find your mate by that time… will you be my chosen mate?”

Her beautiful full lips that I would much rather be doing anything else quivered. “I want to be your mate. I promise I will be your chosen mate.” She vowed, making no plans for fated mates at all, making me love and want her more. As I looked at this beautiful freckled woman kneeling naked in my room, I couldn’t help but feel like the moon goddess had made a mistake not pairing the two of us together.