The Spirit Luna: Fragmented Soul

A Safe Walk Home

Regan POV

My little mate was sexy, I was having issues holding back. I wanted to devour her. My c**k twitched in my pants uncomfortably after we parted from the kiss.

My wolf would not stop begging for me to take her and mark her. I wanted to, but I knew if I did, I'd scare her away. I needed to make her trust me. She seemed naive and defensive.

Her bluntness had turned me on. The way she shied way from me, the way she seemed to get embarrassed so quickly; everything made me want her.

The moon goddess had blessed me with perfect mate.

As I led her to my car, I could feel her body tense next to mine. Curious, I peered down to she her shocked expression. My car impressed her. I felt a smug satisfaction that she was impressed by my wealth.

I pulled her forward, unlocked the door, and held it open for her. She slid in and politely nodded her thanks.

I hopped in the drivers seat and pulled on my seatbealt, ready to take her home.

The drive was short and silent. It wasn't an uncomfortable silence. I was calmed by her mere presence in the car. He scent filled the confined space, and I made a mental note not to let anyone else in the car to preserve the intoxicating smell.

Cadence’s hands were clasped tightly in her lap, and her gaze traced the window.

My wolf rumbled She’s ours, low and insistent. I clenched the steering wheel until my knuckles whitened.

Not yet.

When we reached her building, I parked by the curb.

"Give me your phone." I requested.

She fumbled in her jeans pocket and handed it over without question. Her immediate trust in me tugged at my heat. I typed in my number and called my phone.

"There. Call me. Anytime."

She simply nodded and made a movement to leave.

I got out before she could, rounding the car to open her door.

“Thank you,” she murmured.

“Always,” I said, softer than I meant to.

The night air was crisp. I walked her to the door, matching my pace to hers. Each step felt charged, every brush of our shoulders a quiet spark.

“You didn’t have to walk me up,” she said, glancing sideways.

“I wanted to make sure you got in safely,” I replied. “It’s late.”

Her lips parted slightly, but she didn’t argue. I could sense her pulse quicken, hear the small, uneven breaths she tried to steady. She wasn’t unaffected. That knowledge both thrilled and tormented me.

When we reached her door, she turned to face me, keys in hand. “Well… this is me.”

Her voice was light, but her eyes—those wide, uncertain eyes—held a flicker of something deeper. Trust. Curiosity. Maybe even the faintest echo of longing.

I shouldn’t. I knew I shouldn’t. But restraint was a fragile thing, and the moon above was full.

I lifted my hand slowly, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face. She froze beneath my touch but didn’t pull away. Her breath hitched when my fingers grazed her cheek. The connection was electric and raw.

“Cadence…” I murmured.

She tilted her face up, and in that moment, the distance between us collapsed. Our lips met again—softer this time, slower.

I deepened it slightly, one hand resting at her waist, feeling the delicate curve of her frame beneath my palm. She responded hesitantly, but each passing second drew her closer. Her hand came up, gripping my shirt as if she feared the ground might give way beneath her.

The world narrowed to the warmth between us—the sound of our breaths, the faint brush of her heartbeat against my chest. My wolf pushed, wanting more, urging me to claim her, to mark her as mine.

But I couldn’t. Not like this.

I pulled back just enough to rest my forehead against hers. “You have no idea how much I’ve wanted to do that again,” I whispered.

Her lips curved into a small, trembling smile. “I think I do.”

I laughed quietly, the sound breaking the tension. My thumb traced gentle circles against her hip, grounding me. “You should go inside,” I said finally, my voice rough with the effort to keep control.

Her gaze lingered on me a moment longer. Then she nodded. “Goodnight, Regan.”

“Goodnight, little one.”

She slipped her key into the lock and turned it. Before going in, she glanced over her shoulder, eyes soft in the dim light. Then she disappeared inside.

I stood there for a long time, staring at the closed door.

I would not rush her. I would not break her.

When she was ready, she’d come to me. And when she did, it would be because she wanted me—fully, freely, without fear.

Until then, I would be patient.

I thought about calling Jar and asking him if I could crash as his.