Stolen Scent: The Rise Of A True Luna

In the Arms of Desire

Lyra POV

I couldn’t believe I had actually made love with Jaxon.

Last night had been overwhelming and utterly pleasurable. I never thought my first time could be like that. I always imagined it would be Darius, my mate, who would take my virginity the morning after we consummated our marriage.

I had been saving myself for him all this time, waiting for the day he would come to claim me as his and take me to his palace, where I would become his Luna. Then I would be his forever.

But all of that crumbled when my own friend stole my essence, my scent, my entire being, and Darius didn’t even bother to listen to me. I was certain that by now he had already married Calista and consummated their marriage.

Didn’t he ever stop to think that she wasn’t his true mate? Last night, my head was spinning, my thoughts racing a mile a minute. I was still so angry, so resentful about what had happened, about the future that was always waiting for me but was stolen so cruelly.

But then Jaxon’s arms felt so inviting—this Alpha who wasn’t even mine. When he held me with his strong arms, I felt so safe, so protected. When he looked at me with those clear eyes, seeing right through me, as if he could see my soul, I felt so understood.

Only Jaxon truly understood me because we shared the same pain—the pain of betrayal and rejection. So I didn’t hesitate. I gave in to that fleeting heat, to the pleasure of having an Alpha appreciate and enjoy being with me. And to be honest, I didn’t regret it one bit.

“Are you awake?” Jaxon’s voice was a husky, lazy grumble. It was the next morning, but the sun hadn’t even risen yet. It was cold in that clearing, and the fog hung heavy over the entire forest. We were still in the small but cozy tent. Despite the chill outside, in Jaxon’s arms, I felt warm and comforted.

“A little awake,” I replied with a soft giggle.

“Couldn’t sleep?” he asked, his warm breath brushing against my earlobe, sending shivers of delight through my body. His heavy arm was draped over my waist, my head resting on his other arm. We had slept spooning, my entire body pressed against his, my backside nestled against his groin, as if our bodies completed each other.

“Quite the opposite. I just woke up, just… thinking about what we ended up doing,” I answered.

“Are you, in any way, regretting what happened between us last night?” he had to ask, given our delicate situation.

I lifted my head to look at him. His clear eyes searched mine, his stubble grazing my bare shoulder. “I don’t regret it at all. In fact, it was the best night of my entire life…” I was almost embarrassed by my own words.

He let out a soft chuckle, as if releasing the breath he’d been holding. “I’m relieved to hear that, because to be honest, I enjoyed it a lot too,” he said, and that piqued my interest.

“Really? You actually enjoyed it?”

“Uh-huh. I enjoyed it a lot. I didn’t think it could be so perfect with someone who wasn’t my mate.”

I smiled at him, a genuine smile. I couldn’t explain it, but Jaxon knew how to say just the right things. The way he looked at me, spoke to me, as if he truly appreciated me… I knew my self-esteem was at an all-time low. How could it not be? I’d spent my whole life being mistreated.

From an orphan in the pack to being rejected by my own mate. No matter how hard I tried, people never valued me. I didn’t even think of myself as a beautiful werewolf. So why would I expect an Alpha, who wasn’t my mate, to be as interested in me as Jaxon was showing?

He was now caressing my face. “Just so you know, I’d love to do it again.”

“Would you really?”

“Only if you want to, baby.” He kissed the top of my shoulder.

I gasped, my heart nearly leaping out of my chest. Then I kissed him.

This time, I was the one who kissed first. His mouth was warm and inviting, his tongue silky, moving with the skill of an experienced Alpha, and I loved that about him. I loved the way he touched me, the way he guided me.

“Alpha…” I moaned into the kiss, surrendering completely to his heat.

He knew exactly what to do. His hand slipped under the blanket, finding my core, where he rubbed his large, strong fingers against my folds, pulling me into an intense wave of pleasure that spread through my entire body, making my eyes roll back and drawing incoherent moans from me.

Meanwhile, his demanding, hungry mouth worked, kissing and sucking along my jaw as if he wanted to devour me whole. “Oh, omega… why are you so irresistible? You’re driving me crazy…” His already deep voice grew even deeper, huskier, as if he were sick with desire for me.

For me.

Not for Calista or any other woman.

It was for me. He wanted me even without my essence, without my wolf’s scent. He wanted me anyway.

“Take me, my Alpha… take me for yourself,” I whispered through shaky breaths, giving myself to him, parting my legs a little more to grant him full access to everything he wanted from me.

I felt his finger enter me first, followed by the thick, large length of his virile member. A gasp escaped my throat along with a moan.

After last night, I had realized that s*x involved pain, but with Jaxon, it was so pleasurable. I could only moan in ecstasy as his size stretched my core, even though it hurt too. I simply couldn’t control my moans, and honestly, I didn’t even want to be loud.

But even if it wasn’t so bad, we were in the middle of the forest. There were no other campers nearby, and besides, an Alpha was with me, causing all of this, so it was completely understandable.

Before I knew it, I was taking his firm, steady thrusts, my body rocking up and down, my breasts bouncing wildly, completely out of control. My body was almost on top of his as he held me with his strong arms, and I caught a glimpse of his power in that moment.

“Goddamn it, you are so hot,” he grunted.

“More, please…” I begged, completely lost in the moment.

And in that moment, I knew nothing else mattered except him, me, and our bed of love.