The Alpha King's Foreign Luna

Chapter 16

LANA POV

"Lana... Lana..."

Deep voices reached through the fog of her sleep. She stirred, but refused to wake up, burrowing deeper into the bed.

"Lana! Lana!"

Her confused mind refused to acknowledge the voices.

"Souma... Ren... No... I'm still sleepy... Five more minutes." She murmured to them.

"Lana?!" A loud echoing in her ears startled her.

Jolting up, she stared into the blackness and she saw the image of a dark-haired man barely covered by the blanket.

Lying on his stomach, she saw a glimpse of his broad shoulders, round bottom and long muscular legs.

Her sluggish brain supplied at last.

"Oh! s**t!"

She looked around the room and moaned at last night's events that came flooding back to her. Dazed, her eyes looked out into the window. It was already dawn, the first light of the morning was already peaking through the windows. She pressed her forehead against her knees, shaking her head and moaned.

"Oh Goddess, no."

It wasn't a dream. It was real. She can still feel the evidence of their mating last night. Her whole body is sore and the lower part of her private feels numb. She took a whiff of her skin and wrinkled her nose as --she reeked of sex...

She threw back the covers and got out of bed and slowly made for the bathroom. Standing in front of the mirror, her stomach gurgled in agitation. Nervous and upset, she couldn't concentrate on anything. She braced her hands on the bathroom sink, shut her eyes closed, resting her head on the mirror, wondering what she was going to do next while searching for answers.

She opened her eyes and looked down at herself, her knees quaked, she shook her head in disbelief seeing a bunch of light bruised love marks down her cleavage, breasts, flat belly and shapely thighs. She massaged her neck and she hissed as she felt the stinging of her skin from the place where he marked her, the wounds still bruised and sensitive.

When did he mark her?

Unable to recall, she put her hands on her head, threading her fingers to her hair. Her unruly curls are matted with dried body fluids and she tugs them in frustration.

It needs a good brushing and a healthy application of shampoo.

She looked at herself in the mirror. She was a mess. Her red lipstick and black mascara smeared all over her face. With a low moan, she ran her fingers under her eyes trying to remove the stain.

How many times have they done it?

Frustrated at herself, she scrambled into the shower and douched her head underneath it. Her fingers curled into claws and scratched every inch of her hair with shampoo. Working with the body wash, scrubbed every nook and cranny of her sore body with all her might. She glanced down groaning, she dreaded to scrub her body down there, she felt a little bit of stinging in her still sensitive womanhood from the contact of the wash cloth with soap. Biting her lips, she rinsed away all the bubbles and let the warm water run along her sore muscles.

She got out of the shower, her skin scrubbed pink and clean. She now noticed how the bruised love marks on her body started to fade a shade even paler. She then reached for the towel and dried herself. She searched the bathroom for a hair drier and found one on the cabinet under the sink and proceeded with drying her hair as she ran her fingers, trying her best to untangle the unruly mane. When she was done, she wrapped herself in one of the provided bathrobes she found hanging on a rack on the bathroom wall.

Taking a deep breath, she gave a silent prayer hoping that her mate was still asleep as she quietly came out of the bathroom.

He was still lying in the same position she had left him. And for a panicky moment a soft moan escaped from his slightly parted lips as he shifted flat on his back. Tugging the blanket covering him, she watched the show of rippling muscles beneath his smooth skin, her eyes trailed down on the slightly covered morning woods of his manhood. Her eyes widened in surprise as her face warmed up, reminded of last night's heated passion.

His huge?!

How did that thing even fit in there?!

She stood there for a while mesmerized as she watched his chest slowly rise and fall. She couldn't believe it, that this man who she had shared a very long passionate night was really her mate.

The soft light seeping through the window is now hitting his face. The morning rays glinted in his lustrous sleep-ruffled jet-black hair.

For the past few years she'd been staying in an Asian country. She had only ever seen pretty pale eastern men. But to her at this very moment, her mate seemed to be molded from a different cast.

She loved how his olive skin tone glistened in the light of the day, a sign of his rude health. His broad shoulders were part of his burly physique. He had an aquiline nose that complimented his well defined cheekbones and concrete jaw. With the short time they had spent together, she can say that he has a debonair personality and she found that pleasing about him, which is a contrast to her uptight upbringing in the Minamoto Clan.

"Goddess, he really is handsome!" she thought.

He does resemble his older brother, only he has more boyish features than Killian.

"K-Killian! O-oh s**t, s**t! I forgot about Zuki?!"

Horrified that she had forgotten about the princess and the twins, panic and hysteria churned through her mind as cold sweats started to form on her forehead.

Stumbling back to a chair, she braced her elbows on her knees, rested her head on her hands and tried to calm her tumultuous thoughts.

Minutes ticked past as she tried her hardest to mind link Zuki. But she cannot reach her, something is blocking their connection. She stilled and tried for the twins next.

"Souma! Ren! Where are you?"

It took sometime before the two answered her back.

"You! Where are you?!" The twins asked in unison.

"I'm in the pack house. I'm with my mate! I met him last night!"

"..." (Silence) "Were being detained. Alpha King's order." Souma explained calmly.

"What?! If you are held captive, where is Zuki? Is she safe?"

"With him," Renji replied.

"Wait. I'm confused. How are they together? Did he kidnap her? You two were supposed to watch her!"

"We were. Marion spiked our drink." Souma explained seriously.

"Marion is working for Killian?"

"Obviously."

"Can't you escape? You have to save Zuki from him."

"We can. But we have no plans to escape." The twins abruptly answered in unison.

"Wh-- why?! You promised to protect her, you made a blood oath to her father!"

"Our oath specified --to protect her. She isn't in any way of danger. She told us before she summoned us last night that she would no longer run away from the mighty Alpha King, so she went to go meet with him." Souma said, explaining this to her.

"She never told me this..." She said as she felt a little tug in the chest, because Zuki kept an important thing from her.

"She tried reaching you." Renji said grimly, waking her up from her sulking.

"She d-did?" She said, sounding confused.

"Yes. She kept trying Lana." Souma said seriously.

"I-I'm sorry... I met my mate and it spiraled down from there. Where are you specifically? I'll come to you."

"We don't know."

"Argh! I need to go see Marion and find out what's going on."

"..." Another silence.

"Wait for me. I'll get you both out."

"No need."

"No! J--just wait for me. It's the least I could do after I ditched the three of you last night."

"Suit yourself."

"Wha--what?! H--hey! Hey!"

Damn. Those arrogant twins. Why did they block me? Are they trying to get even with me?

Her thoughts trailed off from the twins as she glanced back again at her sleeping mate.

Should I wake him up?

I can't just leave him here.

But, I also needed to go find Marion. Argh! What should I do?

She saw him stir, not quite sure what lured him out of his deep sleep. Did she speak her thoughts loud enough to wake him up?

He stretched full and long like a dark feline, confused by the morning sun hitting his face. He searched with his hands palms down feeling and grabbing the empty space beside him. He jolted up and called her name.

"Lana?" His eyes skimmed about the room looking for her.

Her head jerked when their eyes locked like magnets.

"Good morning."

Dexter's throaty voice rolled over her like another layer of warm fabric. Capturing her response, she blushed, managed to shyly smile and greet him.

"M-morning."

"You were watching me sleep?"

"Guilty as charged." She responded as she felt her heart beat quicken when he flashed her a charming smile. "You are a deep sleeper."

He frowned at her and opened his arms to her, inviting her back to bed. "Come... Let's sleep some more."

She fought the urge to jump back in bed with him, but she reminded herself that she needed to go see the twins urgently. Because, once she's covered by those sturdy arms cocooning her in luxuriant warmth. She will never want to leave.

He looked at her confused about her hesitation to join him. He tilted his head, questioning her.

"Consider me your wake up call." She managed to utter.

He groaned and buried his head deeper in the lumpy silk pillow.

"No... I'm not a morning person." He answered, grumbling, while his head was still buried in the silky pillow.

A nervous chuckle escaped her lips, and she looked at him, peeking at her with one eye while his dusty rose lips pouted.

A mischievous glint escaped his eyes as he raised one hand to her, lazily saying.

"Then, help me up..."

She gave his request some thought before approaching him. "If you promise to get up --really, get out of bed. I will help you!"

Her heart skipped a beat when he flashed her his most charming smile.

"Yeah... probably."

"No! I mean, please get up. I need to go see my family."

"Family?"

"Yeah. We're not blood related. But, they are my only family. I was adopted into their clan when my parents died."

"I'm sorry for your loss..."

"It's ok. I've already moved on. But, they really need my help right now!"

"Why? What happened to the Princess and the twins?"

"Wait! How did you know I was talking about them?"

"I just got back from Japan. My brother sent me there on a mission to investigate this girl he met five years ago --which happens to be Princess Mitsuki."

"Really?! So you knew it was me when you saw me last night."

"Yes. I recognized your face."

"Then you know that your brother sent Souma and Renji to prison."

"No. I was not informed of such a plan..."

"Well, then, the more reason for you to get out of that bed and help me get my brothers out of there, this instant!" She said, yelling at him.

"Hey, honey... Relax. I'll help you out. Ok? Just... give me a minute. I need to take a shower."

"Hurry up!"

"Everything will be alright. I'm sure my brother had his reasons for sending the twins there." He looked straight into her eyes and sighed "Please... just relax, don't leave this room. I'll just take a quick shower."

She could see that he was hesitating about leaving her to take his shower.

She thought to herself that she was being unfair to her mate.

She stared at him intently and said, "I'll be waiting. Just don't take too long."

"Promise me..."

"Yes. I promise."

He scanned the room and frowned. Picking up her ripped undergarments and soiled gown.

"I don't think I have anything decent in here for you to wear," He confessed.

"It's alright, I always bring my spare clothes with me." She half smiled at him.

"I don't remember you bringing any."

She motioned her hand palms down on the ground and summoned a liquid-like shadow from where she stood. This shadow acts as a trans-dimentional storage space from which she can pull weapons and other objects, as well as, hide herself within it, when making tactical attacks on her enemy. Living as a member of the Minamoto Clan, their strict way of training has enhanced her life-force energy and she was able to develop this technique further. In battle, she acts as a keeper of weapons for the twins and Zuki. Zuki has entrusted her with keeping her naginata, also known as the woman's spear, as well as' the twins' spare katana. Her shadow also acts as a diversion for their enemies, transforming into a quick sand, immobilizing them.

She dipped her hand inside it, the shadow's black surface rippled like water from her touch and she grabbed a few articles of clothing and some shoes from the space within... Showing them for him to see.

"See? Spare clothes."

"Wow! I've never seen anyone do that before. Is it just clothing you keep in there?" He asked, peeking inside the shadow in an excited voice.

"No. I can hide most things. Except for big ones like a car or such. It's usually Zuki who can teleport those things."

"Can I touch it?"

"What?! You want to touch it?"

"Yeah you know. Put my hand inside it the way you did."

"I don't know? I've never seen anybody try before."

"Well then. Let's see... Summon it again."

She chuckled at his childish request.

She called to her shadows again. This time she called for a much bigger one.

Fascination illuminated all over his face as the shinning black ripples of the shadows illuminated his even much darker eyes. He kneeled on one knee and touched it. He chuckled as he felt the gooey-like texture of it.

"It's kinda ticklish..."

Ticklish? It didn't even cross her mind that her shadows gave off a ticklish sensation.

"It does. Huh."

"Yeah. Can I try and put my hands in now?"

"I don't know. Can you?"

"I mean, I can touch it. It probably likes me."

"Ha! Ha! Ha! It's not some kind of pet! I don't think it's even alive."

"Well. You know the movie, The Blob? It kind of reminds me of it."

"Hmn... It does?"

"Yeah. Maybe your shadows have emotions too... You know, like some other form of entity. I don't know, maybe I'm just not making any sense."

It amazes her that he can really touch her shadow, much more dip his hand into it. Is it because he is her mate, that he can possibly do these things? She thought that she was the only one capable of doing so. She tries to think, but finds no conclusive answers.

She then saw him push his hand further down into the depths of it and was feeling something within.

Her face colored when he pulled out a white lacy thong, lifting it in front of his face for her to see.

"White? Don't you think it's an unusual color for a thong?" He asked teasingly.

She snatched the thong from his hand in embarrassment and said, "I also have other colors. Thank you!"

She threw the thong back inside the shadow and summoned it back.

He laughed playfully at her embarrassment.

"I'd love to see them."

She widened her eyes as she glared at him. While she punches his arm. He tried to duck a few times and finally caught both her hands, pinning them to her sides.

"No. Seriously. I would love to see them on you..." He whispered, teasing her ears with his hot breath. The act sent shivers down her spine.

He then bent his head and gave her a full open-mouth kiss. She groaned in protest as he started nibbling on her lower lip.

"Won't you take another shower with me?" He asked seductively.

"I just had one..." She murmured, her voice breathless and throaty.

"Aww. Too bad. I wanted to scrub you clean..."

Her heart pounded in her chest. He tilted his head at her, his gaze dropping down the length of her partly opened robe and back up to her face again. His finger moved almost a feathery-light, traveling down to her cleavage, then inching it's way to one of her breasts, making tiny circling motions on it, barely touching her peaks. Heat coursed through her, from her spine, down to her fingertips.

"Say something." He whispered.

"Please... My brothers." She pleaded to him.

"Can wait for a few more minutes. Hmn?" He murmured.

His gaze lowered again, and she felt the heat of his hands when they traveled down her shoulders to the curve of her breasts. Slowly and carefully, and he ran his thumbs into her n*****s.

Lana gasped, arching against him. Warm dampness immediately started between her thighs. She held onto his arms, stretching herself, wanting more.

Taking her gasp as an invitation, his hands artfully reached between her thighs, his fingers skimmed her c*nt, elicting a fluttering sensation. His fingers skimmed and explored, probed and dipped, applying a little more pressure and skillfully moving on her. A trickle of wetness flowed from within her and he spread it generously all over her sensitive flesh.

"How does this feel?" He asked, whispering into her ear.

With her eyes shut, she didn't know what answer to give him. She let out a raspy breath and answered, "M-more,"

She held her breath, amazed at his artful pace, his fingers moving back and forth squeezing her cl*t, then swirling around, hitting her sensitive spot, making her gasp as she felt that with every rotation of his probing fingers her completion to orgasm hitch and hike. She thought she'd go insane with wanting as her core throbbed deep inside. Minutes later, colors flashed behind her eyelids, psychedelic swirls of sensation coursed through her sensitive cl*t as she reached the peak of her orgasm. She clung to his arm as she moaned and dug her fingers into his lean muscles and her legs and feet flexed repeatedly on the hard wood floor, her body leaning into his muscular chest. Her body shuddered and he waited for her orgasm to come down as he held her in his arms.

He kissed her ears and chuckled. "Now you need a shower."

She scowled at him. "You're a bully!"

"Ha!Ha!Ha! I've been called worse."

He laughed at her reaction and pulled her back into the bathroom to join him in the shower.

"Come. Let's go take that shower."

There, he kissed her mouth again and again while he lathered her lower body with soap.

Sometime later they were both dressed.

Dexter is wearing a grey button-down shirt paired with black denim pants, a brown belt and white sneakers. A few buttons of his shirt were left undone. He looked like he was coming out of a fashion magazine with his hair pushed back.

Goddess he's hot!

She was satisfied when she saw his face lit up when he saw her. She wore a cute bustier top with dainty flower patterns that had a bit of a puff sleeve, she paired it with high-waisted pants and ankle boots. She let her curls loose and applied a little bit of make-up.

"So? Do you know where to go?"

"I think I have an idea. We can go meet Beta Garren. He's the head of security here at The Red Crest Pack."

"How about Marion?"

"Wherever Garren is, Marion will be there. Their mates, you know!"

"Yeah! She needs a good beating after what she's done to Zuki. How can she betray Zuki and hand her over to that jerk, Killian."

He shook his head and seriously looked at her. "He's my brother, you know, and he happens to be the Alpha King."

"I know and I'm sorry. My emotions are getting the best of me!"

"Well then, mate. Let's go get your brothers."

"Yes. Thank you. Can we also go see Zuki after we get the twins out?"

"We'll try. Alpha's are really possessive, you know."

"Please..." She pleaded to him.

"We'll see..." Dexter held her hand and they both walked out the door.