The wrong luna

He had fallen in love with her when she first drew the curtains, on his sick bed, she had warmly smiled at him, assuring him that he'd survive. Her Amazonian figure sat well on her wafer-thin body. She had a decanter shaped waist and her complexion had an impeccable, ochrous hue. Her pencil-thin eyebrows eased down gently to her black, beetle’s-leg eyelashes. A sculptor could not have fashioned her seraph’s ears and pixie’s nose any better. When she broke into a smile, her beguiling, oyster-white teeth lit up the room. It could jolt anyone like an electric current when that megawatt smile gave him her full attention. Filed to perfection, her Venus-red fingernails ran through her nougat-brown hair. Spools of it plunged around her photogenic face and hid a swan’s neck, elegant and smooth. He loved her nebulous, Eden-green eyes which were a-sparkle with the ‘joie de vivre’. They were like two beryl-green jewels melted onto snow. He first met her during an exotic trip around the wolverine society, he never understand his feelings if it was love at first sight. The moons delicate light had just turned the world a-flame with silver. When she had held his hands during his downcast days, cater for his lone wolf. No one wanted to be with him but she was there. When he began to recover, he always came to check on her, intentionally and reminding her of the great wars. She was the only female that loves the sound of battle and they liked similar things. Her giggles tingles in his head. At times, she was nice, at times cold when she gets serious. She had made his heart flutters and for the first time, he felt his heartbeat. He barely to speak to other and she broke him out of his self-centered shell. She was the only one who matches his narcissist behavior and he gets jealous when he sees her friendly acts with another male wolf. She seems so brave, being the only female human who dedicated her time to be a war-nurse. She was a prisoner in this wolverine society and he vows to make her his and protect her. He will buy her freedom. He never wanted to be a ruler but she made him zealous, to become an alpha which he did. When he had buried his pride and bluntly told her he wants her as his, he got a rejection but he wasn't one that gives up easily. First, he created unforseen circumstances and rescues her, he became a close friend, dumping old habits to win her over. Miraculously, she accepts him and invited him over to have a bath with her. He stole her first kiss in the river and under the moonlight. Her calamine-pink lips tasted like rose petals. It surprised him that they were plump and botox-boosted as she had a demure, timorous personality. She whispered to him in a dulcet voice as sweet as any songbird. He had mated her that night as the moon goddess bares them witness. Weigh and lurching at her nakedness, her toned skin, glowering as she lustfully gaze at him. Those were his favorites memories of her. Her soft moans in his ears, he took her virginity, he wasn't wild, teaching her. When his hungry d**k rubs her walls, she flinches. The satisfactory groan he exhaled out when he thrust her p***y gently enlivened him. When her hand touches his chest and begins to fall in excruciating slow designs. His beast was let lose and she was frighten taking multiple bites and his claws digs into her flesh. He would never forget that night esctasy. It erotic s*x lasted for three days as she never complains but only cried as he devours her. The 3rd day was at his mansion, she was wild, making him hard again. In a few minutes he rolls her over and plunge his d**k inside her p***y. The great bed begins creaking. Her breath became short as he felt she might die but she was enjoying the overwhelming esctasy. Her panic and disgust, she thought, were under control, and all her thoughts were on helping him have what he so dearly wanted and to make him love her all the more. He let her take control as he was proud she was learning. It was in this spirit that she slid her right hand down between his groin and hers. He lifted a little to let her through. She found his testicles first and, not at all afraid now, she curled her fingers softly round this extraordinary bristling item she had seen in different forms on dogs and horses, but had never quite believed could fit comfortably on adult humans. Her voguish clothes still kept captive an aroma redolent of cinnamon and meadow-fresh mint. It lingered in the room long after she had gone. He finally had her to himself, she was one tough lady winning off the other alphas who fights for her. She was his trophy and the only one who could keep his vicious beast tamed. She was a doctor to him heart. He introduced her as his alone, gave her access to his world and she was his life. The freedom she so much desired was granted by him. There was no secret he never told her, his family were against their relationship but her warm heart won them over. Little did he know that she would be the reason for his death. Having the perfect time to plot his murder, her innocent gaze and deceiving eyes. He became her victim, to assassinate and take all his wealth, escaping to her world. He wasn't left alone, she had burn down his castle and his family were affected. It's been 8 years since his existence was erased. However, he had the perfect surprise for her. Here he was under the rain with an umbrella staring at her as she holds the roses he sent as a wedding gift. He took a glimpse at his time and let out a sided smile. The glassy wall of this hall was plastered with rain. He guess her eyes hadn't noticed someone outside. She looked elegant, bold and dashing in that white dress. The look on her face bares nervousness. Waiting patiently for her groom to appear because there was an uproar among the guests. She was nervous folding her lips and blushing hard. Certainly, they were curious to why her fiance was delaying. However, she maintains her smile. Usually, it was the groom who waits for the bride not the other way around. Her sweat dripping gently on the make-up. She felt a sharp pain on her thumb. Suddenly, she realizes the bouquet had thorns, while her eyes settled on the thorns, the door glides open as he walks down the aisle. Her cheeks flushes red as she folded her lips shyly. Every guest eyes shifted to the groom in question. He was walking in with 10 bodyguards behind him and a sword which he nosily drags. The clanging sound of a metal made her jumpy as she gently rolled her eyes only to find him cartwalking towards her. Her breath ceased as she must be seeing a ghost. She stuttered almost falling if she hadn't held her balance. Her eyes searches around as fear enveloped her. She felt restless, shaking her head and moving backward. Her bridesmaid held her and beckons she stays calm and smile. None of the guests seems shocked as she was. Her hands trembles as he drew closer to her. Where was her groom? Why was he here? Once this man got closer to her, he gave the sword to one of the bodyguards who held it with dignity. The sight of that sword sent panic flooding her body. She seems confused, wondering who this man was. This groom sniffs as he wanted the formality to end quickly. At least, his wolf was in exile for a moment until he sense her. The pope heaves a sigh, at least, the old would round up this forever wedding. Reading the vows, he asked the groom who stares at her with fury. The old man hadn't even completed his lines when the groom responded. "I do" The bride was yet to give a response. Her palm were bleeding the more she tightens her grip on the bouquet. "Who are you?" She mutters shivering, terrified and gazing around. Where is her groom? She breath heavily trying to control the tears that had gathered in her eyes. Cold run down her spine as she gurgles. "Something's wrong!" she yelps and immediately, everyone stood up and applauded them. No one cares to know what she mutters, all that matter was that her lips uttered some words, or they probably knew but ignored it. It rained petals on them as he let out a devious smile at her. He forcefully took her fingers and stuck the ring in her finger. She wasn't thinking straight as her heart skips, petrified. Placing his hands on her cheeks, he drew her face forward and lavishly kissed her. Twirling her tongue to his taste in anger. She felt he would drain every soul left in her, she tried to break out of his hold but he was too strong. He terminated the kiss as she tried to get a hold of her breath, tears began to gush out of her eyes. She was panting heavily. His touch was real but then who was this man in question? What was happening? He must have gotten to the wrong hall. She exhaled softly, trembling in his hand. Her lips couldn't roll out a word. "Didn't I tell you, no one will take you away from me? Not even the moon goddess" His husky voice resounded in her head.