Mated To The moon Goddess

Mating heat

Hazel’s POV

I sat on the edge of the bed, fingers resting lightly against the sheets.

Everything here felt… foreign.

The weight of a body.

The pull of breath filling lungs.

The faint ache of muscles after movement.

Even silence was not truly silent.

Thoughts bled through the walls—constant, overlapping, unfiltered. Every mind in this pack moved at once, their emotions spilling into the air like noise without sound.

Curiosity.

Fear.

Desire.

Loyalty.

I heard all of it.

There was no barrier.

No distance.

No control.

Being confined to one form… one moment… one body—

It was unfamiliar.

Uncomfortable.

I exhaled slowly, steadying myself.

Marcus thinks he can uncover my secret.

A faint, knowing thought curled at the edge of my mind.

He does not know that I am the one they once called divine.

The moment Eric left earlier, I already knew what had been said. Nothing in this place was truly hidden from me.

Except him.

Marcus.

My gaze lowered slightly.

That silence where his thoughts should have been…

It was not normal.

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The door opened.

Marcus stepped in.

I did not turn immediately.

“Someone lacks manners,” I said calmly.

His voice followed, even and controlled.

“Do not forget, this is my pack, Hazel.”

I finally looked at him.

He moved like he owned every space he entered.

Which, in truth, he did.

“I brought something,” he said.

My eyes narrowed slightly.

“A contract,” he continued. “For the marriage.”

Silence settled between us.

“Sign it,” he said. “We will announce tomorrow that you are their Luna.”

Direct.

Controlled.

Unwavering.

I studied him for a moment longer than necessary.

Then I reached for the document.

Ordinary paper.

Heavy consequence.

I signed.

Without hesitation.

“Don’t you think married couples are not supposed to live in different rooms?” he said.

His voice was flat, like it was already decided.

“Follow me. To my room.”

I wanted to hesitate.

Just for a moment.

But I stood anyway.

And followed him.

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The space was… intentional.

Dark elegance.

Clean lines.

Controlled power disguised as order.

Everything reflected him.

Even the silence here felt disciplined, like it had been trained to behave.

“You will find your clothes in the closet,” he said.

“I will be in my study,” he added. “Next door.”

Then he left.

The door clicked shut behind him.

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“Who leaves on the night of their wedding?” I muttered under my breath.

The room felt even larger after he was gone.

Still.

Watchful.

I lowered myself onto the edge of the bed.

For a moment, I just sat there.

Then I let it happen.

I did not call it emotions.

It was older than that.

Deeper.

A shifting inside me—like a veil being lifted from a realm I had always kept sealed.

The part of me that listens.

Not just to words.

But to everything beneath them.

The prayers not spoken aloud.

The thoughts people try to bury.

The truths they think no one will hear.

And then—

It came rushing in.

Not one voice.

Thousands.

⸻

“Let the Alpha choose me…”

A she-wolf, trembling with hope.

“Please, I just want to survive this year…”

A pack guard, exhausted, praying without sound.

“If she is truly the Luna, may she not destroy us…”

Fear wrapped in obedience.

“Marcus… don’t let him break again…”

A thought so quiet, so buried, it almost slipped past me.

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I inhaled sharply.

Too many.

Too loud.

Too alive.

Their thoughts pressed against me like waves against thin glass.

And beneath it all—

Something else.

A presence I could not name.

Not thoughts.

Not emotion.

A gap.

A silence that did not belong in a world full of noise.

Marcus.

Even without hearing him, I felt it.

That absence where every other mind spilled open.

Like a locked door in a burning house.

My fingers tightened slightly against the fabric of the bed.

Interesting.

Very interesting.

⸻

I slowly exhaled and lowered the connection again, sealing it back down.

The voices faded.

Not gone.

Just… distant.

Controlled again.

I leaned back slightly, staring at the ceiling.

So this is what it feels like to be among mortals again.

And yet—

Not all mortals were the same.

Not him.

Marcus Pierce was not like the others.

And that silence of his…

It did not feel empty.

It felt guarded.

Like something inside him was watching me back.

The weight of it all began to settle into me.

Slowly.

Quietly.

Is this how humans feel when exhaustion catches up to them?

I murmured the thought under my breath.

My body felt heavier with each passing second, the unfamiliar pull of fatigue grounding me in a way I was not used to.

Eventually, I let myself lie back.

Just for a moment.

⸻

Sleep came quietly.

Without warning.

Without resistance.

⸻

Marcus’s POV

I stepped into the room and found her already asleep.

Completely still.

Breathing slow and steady against the silence.

For a moment, I just stood there.

Watching.

Then I moved toward the bathroom, needing to clear my thoughts, to reset whatever this day had done to me.

Cold water.

Control.

That was all I needed.

When I returned, I sat down on the opposite side of the bed.

Careful.

Measured.

But even from a distance, I could feel her presence pulling at something in me.

Hazel looked different like this.

No defiance.

No calm challenge.

Just… stillness.

Soft in a way she never was when she was awake.

My gaze lingered longer than I intended.

Then it happened.

A shift.

Subtle at first.

Then sharp.

My fangs ached.

Deeply.

Instinctively.

My wolf stirred beneath my skin, restless—dragging its claws across my control.

Mark her.

The thought hit without permission.

Immediate.

Possessive.

Dangerous.

My jaw tightened as I exhaled slowly through my teeth.

What the hell—

I looked away.

But it didn’t stop.

Her scent filled the space between us.

Her presence pressed into my senses like something I was not meant to resist.

My hand curled slightly against my thigh.

No.

Not now.

Not like this.

I forced my breathing to steady, locking every instinct back where it belonged.

But even as I sat there in silence…

One truth remained undeniable.

I was no longer unaffected.

And that was a problem.

A very dangerous one.

And then—

It hit me.

Sudden.

Unrelenting.

Heat.

Not physical warmth… something deeper.

Instinctive.

Primitive.

The kind of pull that stripped thought down to survival.

My control tightened instantly.

My jaw clenched.

The urge to touch her rose without permission.

To claim her.

To end the distance between us completely.

My wolf surged forward, restless, clawing at my restraint like it had been waiting for this moment all along.

Now.

The word wasn’t mine.

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Across the bed, something shifted.

Barely noticeable at first.

Then again.

Hazel moved.

Slowly.

As if pulled from somewhere deeper than sleep.

Her lashes fluttered.

Once.

Twice.

And then—

Her eyes opened.

⸻

The moment they met mine, the air changed.

The connection snapped into place like something that had been waiting for this exact moment to awaken.

And I felt it.

She felt it too.

The heat between us wasn’t one-sided anymore.

Her breath caught slightly.

Not fear.

Recognition.

Awareness.

Her gaze sharpened, focusing fully now—locking onto me with a stillness that matched the silence pressing between us.

The room no longer felt like a room.

It felt smaller.

Stronger.

Alive.

Every instinct in me screamed to move.

To close the distance.

To claim what was right in front of me.

But I didn’t.

Neither did she.

We just stayed there—

caught in something neither of us had fully named yet.

And the worst part was not the heat.

It was the certainty underneath it.

This was not going to fade on its own.