FULL MOON
1512 Words
HAILEY
Four weeks. Four long, painful weeks of ignoring Ryan. Four weeks of pretending his presence didn’t claw at my resolve, or the memory of his touch didn’t haunt my nights.
Tonight, I was determined to keep it that way.
The full moon hung high in the sky, its light filtering through my window as I locked the heavy steel door to my chambers. My heart had arrived with brutal intensity, my skin burning, my body aching with a need I refused to acknowledge.
I paced the room, the ache building with every passing moment. The primal part of me screamed for release, for the touch of my mate. But I wouldn’t give in. Not after everything he’d done.
I pressed a hand to my chest, willing the bond to quiet. The mark he’d left on me four weeks ago pulsed faintly, a reminder of his claim and the bond we now shared. The connection was stronger tonight, the full moon amplifying every sensation, every emotion.
“Damn it,” I muttered, collapsing onto the bed.
The room was soundproofed, reinforced with steel, and hidden deep within the pack house—a sanctuary I’d prepared for this exact moment. I had ordered Logan to keep Ryan away.
“Don’t tell him where I am,” I’d commanded, my voice sharp.
Logan had hesitated, his loyalty torn, but he’d ultimately obeyed.
The air in the room grew heavier, the heat unbearable. Sweat slicked my skin, and my breaths came in shallow pants. I bit down hard on my lip, trying to suppress the whimper that threatened to escape.
I could feel him.
Ryan.
He was close.
The bond flared suddenly, a surge of possessiveness and determination crashing into me like a tidal wave. My pulse quickened as his scent—woodsy, masculine, intoxicating—invaded my senses.
“No,” I whispered, scrambling to my feet.
The sound of footsteps echoed outside the door.
RYAN
Her scent hit me the moment I stepped into the lower corridors of the pack house. It was intoxicating, laced with the unmistakable allure of her heat. My wolf Ares roared to the surface, demanding I find her, claim her, soothe her.
I’d been going out of my mind for weeks, her coldness cutting me deeper than any blade. And now, with the full moon heightening every primal instinct, the thought of her suffering alone was unbearable.
Logan was waiting outside the reinforced door, his stance rigid.
“You shouldn’t be here,” he said, his voice steady despite the tension in his eyes.
I stared him down, letting the full weight of my Alpha presence wash over him. “Move.”
“Ryan—”
“Move, Logan,” I growled.
"We might be friends but you should know when to back down, I am your king, now (Ares takes over) Go be with your mate"
He falls to his knees immediately, not a single wolf can withstand nor disobey Ares.
The guards stationed further down the hall didn’t dare intervene.
I placed my hand on the steel door, feeling the faint hum of her presence on the other side. She was fighting it—fighting us.
“Hailey,” I called out, my voice low but firm.
No response.
My patience snapped.
With a forceful twist, I broke the lock and pushed the door open.
HAILEY
The door slammed against the wall, and there he stood, his tall frame silhouetted by the moonlight. His eyes glowed with the golden hue of his wolf, his chest heaving as he stepped inside.
“Get out,” I said, my voice trembling.
His gaze locked onto mine, his expression unreadable. “No.”
I backed away, my heart pounding. “I told Logan not to let you find me.”
“And you think I’d let anything keep me from you?” he asked, his voice rough, primal.
“You don’t get to do this,” I said, my hands balling into fists. “You don’t get to barge in and—”
My words faltered as he closed the distance between us. The heat rolling off him was unbearable, mingling with my own until I couldn’t tell where mine ended and he began. Amenia claws forward; his wolf is in control, just as mine is.
“I can’t stay away,” he murmured, his voice softening. “Not when you’re like this. Not when you’re in pain.” His wolf gives him reign back and so does Àmenia
His hand reached out, brushing against my cheek. The touch sent a shockwave through me, the bond flaring to life.
“No,” I whispered, trying to pull away.
But he didn’t let me go.
“Hailey,” he said, his voice raw with emotion. “Let me help you.”
“I don’t need your help,” I said, though my voice lacked conviction.
His lips curved into a small, sad smile. “You’re burning up. I can feel it.”
Tears pricked at my eyes as the truth of his words hit me. The ache was unbearable, the pull of the bond impossible to resist.
“I hate you,” I whispered, my voice breaking.
“I know,” he said, his forehead resting against mine. “And I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you. But right now, you need me.”
His lips captured mine, the kiss desperate and all-consuming. I tried to resist, but my body betrayed me, leaning into him, craving the relief only he could provide. My clothes were gone in mere seconds, my hair twisted in his fingers, and we were suddenly naked, I tried so hard to resist, I didn't want to give in, not like this, not after everything but I lost to the feeling of the bond, my head is thrown back, I have no idea how I end up pinned under him but I'm far too gone to care.
“Ryan,” I gasped as his hands gripped my waist, pulling me closer.
“I’ve got you,” he murmured against my skin.
He laid me down gently, his touch both tender and possessive. Every kiss, every caress, every whispered word eased the unbearable heat coursing through me.
Suddenly, his fingers were on me. I tried moving away, but Ares took over. "Stop, Hailey. I know you're hurt, but you should know when to fold; let Amenia out" I tried to resist his command, but immediately, my first orgasm snapped through me, and Amenia took over.
"You don’t just get to get what you want, not after everything you've both done; you saw him, experienced it all with him and should have done better" Amenia, human form, flips Ares into the form of Ryan over, straddling him.
"Spitfire he was wrong but let it go right now, you need us" He suddenly flips me over and his tongue is in my earlobe, I squirm and his fingers are back in me, his mouth on my hardened pebbled n*****s and his tweaking the other n****e and I just make incoherent noises as our humans take over again and for the first time I notice the length and width of his girth, and I'm suddenly scared but he bites down on my n*****s and I am lost and as another orgasm rips through me, his d**k cap nudges my entrance and suddenly he breaks through my hymen and I scream so loudly while the whole pack howls, the bond immediately snaps in a little closer and there is so much unbearable pain then suddenly the pain changes to so much pleasure as my teeth feel strange and I bite into his neck close to his tattoos and suddenly he bites down my shoulder blade and I feel so intoxicated and high not able to differntiate reality from the non-physical and he suddenly picks up his pace and I've left a babbling mess.
"Ryan, please, stop, don't stop, harder, faster......
He picks up at a furious pace, and I'm scared I might break, but that doesn't happen. I just lost my mind. Suddenĺy, his girth grows larger; he's knotting; no, I don't want that, yet; I'm not ready. I try pushing him off but he doesn't budge he just keeps knotting and suddenly he comes with a loud howl that has the whole pack house quaking, suddenly it starts raining heavy snow, I could mind link with everyone, hear everything, my abilities increase ten more folds but I couldn't reflect on that as Ryan continues going even after cumming I exhale thinking it's about time I rested but he simply makes me kneel backwards and have a go all over again.
Ryan doesn't stop till the early morning when I finally sleep off, but suddenly I hear a loud horn. Someone broke into the pack house, but I'm too exhausted to find details.
When he finally claimed me, the bond roared to life, the connection between us solidifying in a way that left no room for doubt.
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