Impasse

4

Maiya

It had been almost a week since Miguel had confronted me at the bakery; it had also been that long since I had been able to talk to Noir and Christian. I'd been missing them like crazy, but only able to show it when I was alone, which wasn't often. Miguel hadn't left my side since bringing me back to the pack house. I'd think it was cute if I knew he was doing it because he missed me. The tight grip he had on me was to make sure that I couldn't and didn't run away, but I think we both knew that if I wanted to get away I could, so he took extra precautions.

Upon my arrival to the new pack house Miguel had ordered his Beta to install a number of security systems on each floor. There were windows and doors that, if you didn't have the code, would send off an alarm notifying him immediately. I was the only able person in the whole house who didn't have the code...

I was present for every meeting, meal, celebration, etc. The only time I was allowed to myself was when I was in bathroom. I would take hour long showers just to have my allotted alone time. To think, cry, to think of my escape plan; to any unmated wolf it would sound horrible that I was planning on running away from my mate for the second time but I couldn't picture a life of fighting anymore, and besides... packs aren't something I was use to anymore.

Miguel had been pulling me everywhere I hadn't had time to adjust and become re-accustom to pack life again. For so long it had only been Christian, Noir and myself but now it was me and at least 200 others. I wasn't use to being called Luna either. I knew that with Miguel being my mate that title would one day be mines but, back then, I wasn't sure if I wanted to be Luna and now I was positive that I wasn't fit for the role. A Luna was suppose to want to be their protector and lead her pack with the Alpha and then lead them alone when he isn't able to. I didn't fit that description.

When I was in the pack, I was nothing but a femme wolf who had no parents and was ranked the lowest member of the pack until I became the pack's lead fighter. I was never the prettiest wolf nor was I the most feminine by any means. I wasn't skinniest, matter of fact I was really thick in some places. My hair was way too curly, and I was never much of a makeup kind of girl. The only thing that I had down to the T was protecting myself and others who couldn't.

“Maiya,” Miguel called through my bedroom door. We weren't quite on the sharing rooms level; I didn't know if we ever would be.

“What?”

“Can I come in,” he asked.

“No,” I called back from the bed. I pulled the covers over my head when I heard the door opening even though I said no.

“Maiya. Come on look at me.”

I stayed how I was. All I could think about was punching him in the face. How dare he come and demand me to do things? I had been locked up in this damn house for days! My wolf and I were going crazy. We had never been locked in a house for days and it was hell... I needed to stretch my legs (all six of them) and run.

“Miguel, deja... por favor,” I asked desperately. {Miguel, leave... Please.}

I just needed to be alone. Although my wolf and my heart called out to Miguel, my head was still thinking about Noir. I was wondering what he was doing and if he was still out looking for me. I felt guilty for being with Miguel, my mate, and thinking about another wolf. It felt like I was betraying him.

“No can do love. It's time for you to move anyway. You can't be Luna if your not actually with me Maiya.”

His tone was lighthearted. He was in a good mood, which only made my foul more even more so.

I tossed the covers from over my head and glared straight into Miguel's eyes.

“Damn it Miguel! I don't want to. I don't want to be Luna! I don't want to be here. I've been trapped in this f*****g house for almost a week. I'm not use to this. I'm use to being able to roam as I liked. Now I cant because I'm stuck here with you. A place that I don't want to f*****g be,” I ranted.

“Bien tienes remedio Maiya! TÚ ERES MÍA,” he shouted causing me to flinch a little. {Well you have to Maiya! YOU ARE MINE!}

With blinding speed, I ripped myself from the bed and hurled Miguel into the wall. Growling at him as I pinned him there. By law he was suppose to be stronger than me, but I was different, not able to abide by the laws of the pack.

“Yo no soy tu posesión Miguel! Soy tu compañero. No me debe! Y haría bien Recuerde!” {I am not your possession Miguel! I am your mate. You do not own me! And you'd do well to remember that!}

I was still growling at him. My anger had not yet subsided when he decided it would be alright to kiss me. I wanted to melt into the kiss but my pride wouldn't let me. He was trying to prove a point, his point, he was trying to show me that I belong to him and only him. I snatched my face away from his lips and threw him to the other side of the room. He hit the wall with a hard thud, making a huge dent appear where his body was. I thought that he'd be hurt, but he stood to his feet with a huge grin on his face.

That smile... what the hell did he have to smile about? Why was he so happy? He slowly sauntered back over to me, forcefully shoving me against the wall, pinning my hands above my head. If I was being completely honest with myself I loved this position.

He leaned into my face. I could smell his sweet, musky man scent. His arousal scent began seeping through his regular scent. Slowly. It was teasing me, trying to make me give into him. I still refused.

“Si desea reproducir áspero, rugoso podemos jugar a mi compañero poco sexy,” he purred. {If you want to play rough, we can play rough my sexy little mate.}

He ran his nose along the length of my neck, tickling me and nipping on the marking spot. My legs weakened at the feeling, but still I fought that urge to submit.

“Desea.” {You wish.}

I swiftly brought my leg up and tried to, but failing horribly, to knee him in his privates. He caught my knee between his legs and leaned in closer than before.

“Hago todas las noches,” he whispered softly. {I do, every night.} His pink full lips only seconds away from touching mine. I had to think of something fast.

Just let it happen, my wolf said.

He does not own me.

No, but he owns your heart. And the sooner you realize that and forget about Noir, the happier you will be, she explained.

Apart of me knew she was right but I wasn't one to submit to an arrogant jerk so quickly. If he wanted us he'd have to literally fight me for us. I smiled at the thought of a challenge. Even when we were younger Miguel and I were almost evenly matched, but I was faster and stronger. My wolf didn't comment on the fight so I figured she liked the idea of us playing roughly for affection.

I tried to relax so I could soften my face. As it softened, to me it felt like I wasn't doing a thing, I could see Miguel's eyes lighten. He must have seen something new in my eyes because he released my knee and loosened his grip on my hands. I gave him my sexiest smile that I had in my bag and leaned forward, leaving a trail of kissing from his jaw all the way down to the crook of his neck. He let out a guttural growl from the back of his throat and he became more lax in his grip. Seeing my chance, I used my weight and threw him against the wall, holding his arms above his head.

“¿Tú quieres papi?” {You want me papi?}

I could see the visible shivers as chills ran down his body. “Si,” he groaned out. {Yes.}

“Luego tienes que tomar ella... pero yo no hacerlo fácil para usted.” {Then you have to take it, but I won't make it easy for you.}

Before I could even let out a gush of exhaled air, he had me back against the wall. He firmly pressed his body against mine, grinding into me, causing my clit to become hard and throb in pleasure. I moaned as I heard him inhale my arousal scent. He lifted me higher on the wall making me wrap my legs around his waist.

In a fluid motion he ripped off my shirt and bra. He took a moment to admire me first before he attack my breast with fervor. I tried to release myself but my body was betraying me. It loved the feel of my mate kisses any and every place he could get his lips on. He brought his face up to my marking spot.

“¿Qué te pasó no haciéndolo fácil para mí,” he asked with a smirk. {What happened to you not making it easy for me?}

I replied with a deep growl. I knew what his next move was going to be. He was going to mark me. Apart of me was filled with over flowing joy and the other was completely and totally frightened at the thought.

Relax. It will be fine, my wolf said trying to soothe me.

Worry and panic must have been showing on my face also because Miguel's tender side began to come out. He kissed all of my worry lines, trying his hardest to smooth them out and then he went back to my neck. Preparing it for the bite mark that would be there forever.

I'm not ready to be Luna of a pack. I don't even know if I am ready to be a full time mate. Not to mention a mother, I ranted.

You are ready. You took care of Noir and Christian for years. Cooking, cleaning, fixing and nursing them to health like a mother would... you are ready Maiya.

Are you sure, I asked.

I wasn't ready to believe in myself fully yet. All of this was new to me. I didn't have someone to teach me the ins and outs of mating and parenthood. I learned what I knew now on my own.

I relaxed into Miguel's hold. Ready to let go of everything other than him. I was sick of running from something that was apart of me. I loved Noir, but he couldn't give me that fulfilled feeling that Miguel supplied. Besides, I'd never see Noir again.

“Tú eres mía Maiya... no se puede luchar contra ella ni puede detenerlo. Juntos formamos parte. Llámalo destino destino o cualquier otro hombre puede pensar. Eres mi compañero. Usted puede pensar ningún otro lobo, con ningún otro lobo y mataría a quien se atrevió a tocarte,” Miguel whispered in my ear. {You are mine Maiya... you can't fight it nor can you stop it. We belong together. Call it fate destiny or whatever else humans can think of. You are my mate. You can think of no other wolf, be with no other wolf and I'd kill the one who dared touch you.}

I melted completely into him. Ready and waiting to accept him and my present and future.

“Alpha,” someone called from behind the door. Miguel let a deep growl rip from his throat.

“What?!”

“There is a rouge on our land,” the voice said. I believed it belong to the Beta of the pack, whose name I had forgotten.

“Take care of it Louis. I am kind of busy at the moment,” Miguel called back to him.

I whimpered at how close Miguel was and how far away my potential happiness had become. His hot breath tingled the sensitive skin on my neck. The noise I made must turned Miguel on even more because he went right back to grinding into me as he lower his face towards my neck. It seemed like he was moving extra slow because as soon as he opened his mouth to bite me Louis spoke again.

“He's asking – or rather demanding you Alpha. He said it had something to do with our Luna.”

That statement caught both of our attention. Miguel released me slowly and then running to my dresser pulling out a bra and shirt. I quickly tossed the pieces on and jacked open the door. My face was still a bit flushed and my scent hadn't gone away completely yet, so I'm sure Louis was trying to resist the smell.

“ What does he look like,” I asked. Louis looked at Miguel questioningly first, when Miguel nodded he turned to me.

“He was tan skinned, tall and lean build...” He had continued to describe him, but I had tuned him out.

How did he find me? I made sure to leave no scent for him to follow.

Forgetting about how I was barely wearing clothes, I ran down the stairs and towards the front door leaving Miguel and Louis with what I knew to be questioning eyes. Lucky for me, a band of fighters had been preparing to go outside and I made it to the door before it had completely closed. I could hear Miguel behind me calling for me to stop and for all the male wolves to look away. Once I reached outside to where I fighters were, I had to push my way to the front. Only to be stopped dead in my tracks.

“Maiya.”

“Who the f**k are you,” Miguel shouted from behind me. Wrapping me in his protective arms. I didn't mean to, but I leaned further into his hold. Noir had caught that movement and growled.

“She's mine,” he growled.