The Fake Luna

Chapter 10

Sia.

I adjusted my skirt—stupid thing didn’t even help.

Sh!t. That man can control my body and I can't control his. I expected him to pop up or something. He has immense control on me.

And that’s just when I’m in human form.

If he ever finds out I’m a siren... he could do much worse.

I slipped into my heels and leaned back in my chair.

Well, at least I climaxed. That’s a small win, right?

Then I caught a scent in the air—sweet, almost like blackcurrant soda or juice maybe.

Hey?! I know that scent, where do I remember it from?

I gasped.

You've got to be fücking kidding me—

The door burst open.

“Alpha Killian, you can’t go in there—she’s busy filing paper —”

Blair's voice cut off as she stood behind him.

Killian marched in, eyes burning. That look. The one that said: you are so fücked. He had that.

Blair smirked and pulled the door shut behind him.

Now it was just me. And wolf-guy looking like Tarzan with a grudge.

“You! You did something, didn’t you?” he growled.

“Me?” I blinked innocently. “I’m just working. You okay? You look… hot. I know you miss me, but you don’t have to interrupt my very busy day just to get a hug.”

He tugged at his tie, eyes locked on mine as he walked over.

It happened fast. Like too fast to react.

He swept my documents off the desk in one aggressive motion, papers scattering like confetti. Then he laid me across the desk.

At least he spared the monitor.

My skirt? Ripped.

Stockings? Torn straight down the middle.

His mouth latched onto my clït like he owned it, tongue lapped on my püssy lips.

I tried to cry out—but nothing came.

A bond gag?! He must’ve placed it without touching me.

I arched up when his tongue slid deeper,thrusting me with it.

His hands roamed upward, squeezing my brëasts like he needed the contact just to breathe.

I came hard in his mouth.

He stood, licking his lips, stepping back like nothing happened.

“Don’t touch yourself without my consent,” he said coldly. “I don’t like being controlled.”

And just like that, he turned and left.

But his words clicked in my mind.

So… I can control his body too?

This mate bond isn’t so bad after all.

Especially not when his mouth feels like healing and salvation rolled into one.

~~~~

Luckily there was an extra skirt, in the changing room.

Blair kicked the door shut with her heel and sauntered in like a cute curious cat.

“Girl, you look like someone just ate you for lunch.”

I blinked. “He did.”

She froze, one brow arching. “Wait. You’re serious?”

When I told her what happened, her eyes widened. “Shït! Alpha Killian went down on you? In this office?”

I slowly nodded. “On the desk. Tore my skirt. I couldn’t even scream. It’s like… he gagged me without touching me.”

Blair dropped into the chair opposite me, setting the coffees down like they didn’t matter anymore.

“Well, damn,” she muttered. “That means the mate bond flipped on him. That’s rare.”

“What do you mean flipped?” I asked, leaning in.

She smirked. “You know how the mate bond usually makes us go all gooey for them? Legs weak, pänties off, throat dry, 'take me, Alpha' vibes?” She made a dramatic gesture like she was swooning. “Yeah. You? You reversed that sh!t.”

I stared at her, very lost.

Blair leaned closer,“See, you’re not just some random girl. You’re a damn siren. That means your aura is already touch-me-marry-me-f!ck-me energy by default. Add the mate bond? That’s like plugging a sëxy nuclear bomb into his nervous system.” She said, lowering her voice like she was about to tell me the juiciest gossip in the pack.

“ Uh huh…” I nodded slowly grasping what she's saying.

“You climaxed without him, right?” she said, casually sipping her coffee. “Dominance spark. You basically told the bond, I don’t need him to finish me.”

“But I didn’t do it on purpose.”

“Doesn’t matter. The bond doesn’t care about intent. It’s magic, both emotional and primal. His wolf felt it and freaked out. Next thing you know, he’s in here, growling and tongue-deep in your hoo-ha trying to reset the balance. Alphas hate losing dominance. When you climaxed, he did.”

My mouth fell open.

Blair grinned wickedly. “Oh, babe. You have so much untapped power. I mean, if your ørgasm can summon the Alpha to your desk like a hørny genie, what else can you do?”

I didn’t have an answer. But suddenly, the idea of testing it didn’t seem so bad.

She winked. “Word of advice though—don’t push too far unless you’re ready to get bent over something hard. That man doesn’t like losing control.”

I shifted in my seat. "So... you're saying I could actually control him?"

Blair stood, tossed her empty cup in the trash, and smirked over her shoulder.

“I’m saying... you just discovered your joystick. Have fun playing with it.”

~~~~

I gently swung in my seat, letting Blair’s words marinate.

Marilyn, you bïtch, I thought to myself, this life of yours is perfect... aside from your creepy half-brother and a possessive Alpha who thinks your thighs are his personal playground.

Suddenly I felt a whoosh in my mind. This was the ocean call. Someone misses me.

I opened my siren link. It’s like a mental phone call… but temporary.

“Hey, sweetie, guess what?!” my mother’s voice rang in my head, sweet and ecstatic.

“Your father managed to speak to King Fero. The oceans are on our side. He accepted to pardon you!”

That’s… nice.

Except I’m not going back any time soon. Land life has heels, iced coffee, and ørgasms. I didn't do all this to get some pardon from that old bozo to return home. What will I do when I get there? Farm pearls? No way.

“That’s great news,” I replied, cautious. “But how was that possible?”

“He gave your hand in marriage to Prince Nate,” she said brightly.

WHAT?! I sat up.

“Him?! Mom, no. No one asked me about this! I don’t want to marry Nate. He used to bully me at Blue Academy!”

And by bully, I mean he once telekinetically flushed my seashell bra down a whirlpool. I had to use my hair to cover my chest.

“I don’t like him. He’s weird. He collects fish teeth and talks to barnacles!I will not marry that puff fish!”

“He’s the Prince of the Northern Sea, Marilyn. Don’t you see what a great opportunity this is?” she argued, voice rising. “It’s been decided.”

“Well I didn’t decide that. I’m not going back. That’s my stand.”

Her voice dropped slightly. “Even if you don’t come home, it’s been decided. He’s coming to land. Any day now. He’s... very motivated. And happily agreed to marry you.”

Motivated?Oh no. That means he’s probably shirtless and carrying a conch shell engagement ring.

“He can marry Lana or Ariela,” I snapped. “Those two practically did synchronized swimming just to impress him.”

She hesitated. “He decided it’s only you. And he’s handsome now. Has those eight-packs you like, clean shaven chest and—”

“I like men with pot bellies and hair on their chest, Mom.”I lied

Silence.

“I’m not marrying Nate.”

She sighed dramatically. The kind of sigh only ocean mothers can do, all echoey and tidal.

“Okay, sweetie. As you say. I can’t do anything. Just... be prepared. He’s coming for you.”

The link splashed closed.

Fück. Argh.

Damn you, Nate! Why couldn't you just be a tilapia in a salt water sea?!

~~~

I kept flipping my pen between my fingers, heel tapping a restless rhythm on the marble floor. My head was spinning. Nate… Just great!

“Well… that’s bad news,” Blair said, cautiously. “This Nate guy… why do you hate him? I’m sorry—it’s just that I’m new to all this.”

She sounded nervous.

I glanced at her. She really didn’t need to be afraid. I’m not Marilyn, not the version of her, who randomly slapped people for blinking wrong.

“Nate’s the Prince of the Northern Sea,” I said, sighing. “We went to school together. He was the worst—cøcky, spoiled and mean. A notorious bully. He once tied someone’s tail to a shark for fun. I cannot marry him. He sücks.”

Blair gave me a look. The curious kind, I knew that face.

Lemme guess… She wanted to see what he looked like.

“Come,” I said, rising to my feet.

She followed without question. I led her to the bathroom mirror. Poured a small splash of water over its surface and wiped it clean with my hand.

Instantly, Nate’s image flooded the glass.

He looked different from how I remembered. His dark hair was longer now, brushing past his shoulders. His body was all pure muscle and rock hard abs—eight-pack. Show-off!

Yeah, yeah. He was handsome. But that didn’t erase the träuma of being called "barnacle-brain" for two straight years.

“Whoa,” Blair gasped. “He’s kinda hot.”

“Yeah, but I don’t like him,” I snapped. “In fact, I want him far away from me.”

If only Blair were a siren—I’d totally play matchmaker and dump Nate on her.

We walked back into my office and sank onto the couch.

“I need to move the wedding forward,” I said quickly. “I have to make Killian take my v!rg!nity before Nate finds me.”

Blair blinked. “Wait—what?”

“If Nate finds me while I’m still a v!rg!n, he can drag me back to the ocean as his wife,” I said. “And I can’t go back, Blair.”

“Didn’t Killian mark you though? Doesn’t that make you his fated mate? Isn’t that enough?”

“Sadly, no.” I shook my head. “Killian might be my new ‘owner,’ but Nate’s a Prince. He can override certain bonds. He has royal privileges.”

Blair looked horrified.

“If I get hurt and Killian’s not around to protect me,” I continued, “Nate can challenge that he’s a better mate. If Killian ever rejects me—even out of anger—Nate gets me by default. And if Nate manages to get a drop of my blood before I lose my v!rgin!ty, he can present it to the ocean court. If I refuse to return, the ocean will come to land.”

Blair’s eyes widened.

“This is bad.”

“Yeah. Very,” I whispered.

She took a long breath, then reached out and held my hand.

“Okay. I’ve got you. I’ll move the wedding to tomorrow. You tell Killian you need to push it forward because of your launch—say you’ve got two designs ready for reveal. I’ll handle everyone else.”

She gave

my hand a squeeze.

“Marilyn didn’t have family. Just that creepy half-brother. But you’ve got me now. I’m here for you.”

A small smile tugged at my lips.

Blair really was the best ally a girl could ask for.