Bound by Moonlight

Tension Beneath the Surface

Garrick POV

There’s something about the way she flinches that gets under my skin.

Selene.

Even her name tastes wrong in my mouth. Too soft. Too pure. She doesn’t belong in my world. Not really. But f**k, how I want her to.

She haunts the halls like a ghost — all bruises and silence, too fragile for the weight she carries. A constant thorn beneath my skin. A constant temptation I can’t sink my teeth into.

Because of her.

My Luna. The cursed fated mate bond that keeps me leashed. Bound to a woman who’s more useful as a political figurehead than anything else. She gave me sons. Gave me order. But not what I wanted.

Not what I craved.

Selene was a mistake the Moon Goddess should never have made. She’s not supposed to exist in my orbit — not with those eyes, that scent, that fire in her even when I’ve beaten it down again and again.

And yet… I can’t stop watching her.

Touching her.

Dominating her in the only ways I’m allowed.

I can’t f**k her. The bond won’t let me. But I can still mark her with fear. With bruises. With shame. I can still make her mine in every way that matters — even if it’s through pain.

And she knows it. That’s the best part.

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When Marius delivered the news that Lucan Draven accepted our invitation, I masked the satisfaction it stirred in me. The Lycan Alpha — the king above all alphas. Powerful. Controlled. Dangerous.

If anyone can help with the rogue issue, it’s him.

But that doesn’t mean I trust him.

Lucan’s packs haven’t suffered like the rest of us. His borders are secure. Untouched. Either he knows something I don’t, or he’s hiding something. Either way, I plan to find out.

Let him come to Blue Moon. Let him see our scars. Maybe then he’ll finally commit warriors, resources — anything to reinforce our collapsing defenses.

The rogues aren’t feral anymore. They’re coordinated. Too many. Too fast. Too precise. There’s something behind them. Someone. And I’ll be damned if I let my territory fall before I root it out.

Still, there’s a whisper of unease I can’t shake.

Selene’s scent lingered after she left my office. Sweet. Wild. Like the woods after rainfall. I nearly lost control again. My hands on her skin. Her warmth under my palm. The curve of her thighs…

Fucking hell.

The arousal that burned in me after Selene left refused to fade — a storm without an outlet. My body ached with the denial I faced every day, and my bond snapped with frustration. I needed to own something. Someone.

“Come to my office. Now.” I pushed the command through the mate bond, laced with dominance. My Luna would obey. She always did.

She entered within minutes — dressed in one of her elegant robes, her scent laced with subtle perfume. Her eyes flickered with curiosity, perhaps even caution.

“Shut the door,” I ordered.

She complied wordlessly, lips parting slightly as she studied the way I leaned against the desk — sleeves rolled, tie loose, drink in hand. I knew what she saw. Power. Hunger.

I reached my hand out and pulled her on to my lap as I had done Selene. As I grasped her thigh my touch sent shivers of agonising pleasure through my Luna, I could smell her arousal as I neared her core.

She let out a soft moan and I instantly silenced her, Selene never made a sound and right now in my head I was touching Selene and about to find my release.

She didn’t tremble.

She didn’t burn with defiance like Selene did.

Still, she was mine. And she would serve.

But in my mind…

I saw Selene.

I imagined the wildness in her eyes. The sharp intake of breath. The soft, untouched heat of her lips as they trembled beneath my dominance.

I started massaging her c**t before I took my other hand and released a breast - my Luna’s breasts were smaller than Selene’s and not as buxom. Still I pushed past it, fondling, gripping, and pinching at her pebbled n*****s.

When I lifted the Luna to her feet and bent her over the desk, it was Selene’s body I envisioned — her spine arching beneath me, her scent blooming in fear and forbidden arousal. I gripped my Luna’s hips hard, hard enough to bruise, and pushed into her with brutal force, each movement fast and possessive.

She took all of my length without making a sound, only flinching when I entered her. Again and again I pushed in to her, every movement controlled and for my maximum pleasure, She gasped. Whimpered. Moaned my name.

I didn’t hear it.

All I saw was Selene, face down, hair tangled, breath shaking.

Each thrust was a claim I couldn’t make. Each release a lie I told myself — that this would be enough.

It never was.

I could feel her walls tightening around my hard c**k and I knew it wouldn’t be long before I tipped her over the edge and she came cumming all over me. I was nearly there, I thought of Selene and how tight the walls of her warm p***y would be, how I imagined her thighs gripping around my waist would feel, how I desperately wanted to break her in and put a pup inside of her, in that instance I came undone, my juices pumping in to my Luna while she pulsated around my c**k, riding out her orgasm.

I came crashing back to reality and pulled away, adjusting my trousers, eyes fixed on the flames dancing in the hearth.

The Luna remained where I left her, flushed, silent, catching her breath.

“You may go.”

She hesitated for a heartbeat, then left without a word, her eyes searching my face as if trying to understand what I’d taken from her this time.

She wouldn’t find it.

Because I hadn’t taken anything from her.

Not really.

Everything I wanted was locked in that damn laundry room — broken, shackled, silent.

And still completely out of reach.