Alpha’s Mistaken Luna

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I might have lied to Celeste when I told her we were not going to have s*x again, because the moment we got into his house, he scooped me up and carried me into his room.

Maximus pressed me against the wall, his mouth claiming mine in a passionate, desperate kiss. I ran my hands through his hair, responding eagerly to every move of his lips until I had to pull away, gasping for air.

He lifted me onto the bed, capturing my lips again as he hovered over me. Our hands roamed over each other, taking off every layer of clothing until nothing remained between us.

This was my last time with him. I needed to feel every part of him pressed against me, to memorize it before it was gone.

I decided to focus on him first, wrapping my hand around his thick, long shaft, stroking him gently. I watched him relax on the pillow, his muscles softening under my touch. I took the tip into my mouth slowly, sliding down until I swallowed his full length. I pumped and licked, feeling him grow harder in my mouth, and he steadied me with his hands in my hair, guiding me up and down. I took him deep, to the back of my throat, until I felt the sharp release of him in my mouth.

I gasped when he turned me over on the bed, parting my thighs as he leaned down to suck on my c**t. His growls pressed against me, sending shivers racing through my body. I moaned uncontrollably, moving my hips under him as soft screams escaped me while his fingers slid inside me. I grabbed the sheets, panting, crying out at the rhythm of his tongue and fingers driving me wild at the same time. I came undone beneath him, shaking, while he licked every drop of me until nothing remained.

He lay back and pulled me on top of him, his length brushing against my folds as he guided himself to my opening. He grabbed my waist, lowering me slowly until I felt him stretch me completely. I moaned, my eyes rolling back as he filled me, and everything about him burned into me.

I began to move myself up and down his shaft, feeling him hard beneath me, and I watched him, mesmerized as he watched me ride him. My hands moved to my breasts, circling my n*****s to match the rhythm of my movements.

He groaned, his hand coming to my hips as he took over, pushing me up and down faster, harder, setting a relentless pace that made me lose control.

He turned us over, laying me on my back, and lifted my legs, spreading them over his shoulders. He thrust into me with hard, intense, unyielding rhythm, and I couldn’t hold back anymore. My mouth gasped with each sensation, screams escaping me as trembles ran through my body and shivers shook me with every thrust.

We moved together, bodies colliding in a perfect, wild rhythm until our climaxes hit us both, leaving us spent and trembling. He pulled me into his arms, holding me close, and we lay there, naked and exhausted, until sleep finally claimed us.

“I want you to stay and move in with me,” he said from behind me. He stood there shirtless in nothing but joggers while I pulled on my hoodie, trying to prepare myself to face Celeste again.

“Maximus, I…” I started, but the words refused to form.

“I’m not asking, Celeste.” He stepped closer until the warmth of his body pressed against my back.

His fingers hooked into the hem of my hoodie, pulling me just an inch closer. “I have plans for you to meet the pack. You are not going back to that apartment, and I will have Greg move your things while we are out today.”

Panic hit me hard, because everything was moving too fast and the walls of my lie were closing in.

“Just give me the rest of the week,” I pleaded as I turned to face him, my eyes already teary. “I need to go home and settle things myself. I have to talk to my sister and make sure she is okay before I commit to something this big. Please, Maximus. Just give me these last few days of freedom.”

He watched me for a long moment, jaw tight as if he was fighting the instinct to lock the door and keep me there. He finally exhaled and nodded, leaning down to kiss me, slow and firm, a kiss that felt like both a promise and a goodbye.

“Fine,” he murmured against my lips. “But I am sending Greg to pick you up on Saturday. Do not make me come looking for you.”

I nodded and turned before my legs could give out. I walked straight for the door and did not look back, because I knew the next time he saw this body, my soul would not be the one looking at him.

“I am starting to think you decided to keep my life for yourself,” Celeste said the moment I walked into the room. She sat on the edge of my bed, irritation written all over her face.

“I was trying to handle things, Celeste,” I snapped, exhaustion shaking my voice. “He wanted me to move in today. He had Greg ready to pack your things, and I had to beg him for more time just so we could finish this.”

She jumped to her feet. “He asked you to move in? To the mansion?” She paced the small room, hands twisting in her hair. “That was supposed to be my moment, Yena. You were only meant to keep the seat warm, not move into the palace and play house.”

“Do you think I wanted this?” I yelled as guilt and heartbreak finally spilled out. “I am the one lying to his face every day. I am the one he is marking and claiming while you sit here complaining about timing. We still have five days until the full moon, and I am the one who has to survive them.”

Celeste stopped and turned to me. “Do not act like a martyr. I saw the way you look at him. You like being his obsession, but remember who that body belongs to, Yena. That mark on your neck is my future.”

“You do not know what he is like,” I whispered, my voice breaking. “He does not just want a body, Celeste. He wants a mate. And when we swap back in five days, you better be ready, because he will not be easy to fool.”

“I can handle him. This was my plan from the beginning,” she said, lifting her chin. “You stay focused these last few days and do not ruin it. I will be in that mansion soon, and you will be back in your boring little life where you belong. Just keep your head down until the moon is full.”

I stared at her, really stared this time, not as my sister and not as my reflection, but as someone who was starting to lose control and grow desperate for a man’s attention she did not understand.

“Remember the promise we made,” I said quietly, and even though my voice stayed calm, there was hint of irritation . “What happens after the swap will not be my fault, so do not put that on me.”

Her mouth opened as if she wanted to argue, but I did not give her the chance.

“Maximus is not just any man you can twist around your fingers, because he has lived too long and seen too much to fall for a pretty facade. He does not just look at people, Celeste, he reads them.”

I stepped closer, and my pulse stayed steady even while my chest burned.

“So when he starts asking questions you cannot answer and when he notices the parts of me you never bothered to learn, you will remember this moment, and you will remember that I warned you.”

She stood there in silence, and for once she had nothing clever to throw back at me.

So I turned before she could recover, grabbed my bag, and walked out, leaving her alone with the truth she was not ready to face.