His Luna

Step back

The smell kept on lingering around the area, and it was pulling to the place where it came from, which is on the other side of the wall, at the end of the pathway she is traversing. The cold wind of the night bumped into her face, and everything was quiet. The trees on the side stand tall in their mightiest forms as the stars gave them light. It was so dark, the moon did not show up, but the stars were not hidden by any clouds, and they were showing her the light. She knew that the smell was familiar, and she smelled it back before on the ranch. The familiar feeling of longing and seeing the person erupted inside her. She was not ready to see him. She was not prepared to face those deep gray eyes that made her heart beat faster. The bond that was pulling her went stronger as she was nearing the end of the path and since she blocked her inner wolf, it was quiet in her mind which was a good decision for her to think rationally as much as she could. She was looking for a particular place to throw the trash bags she was carrying. As she took the last step on the path, Kirsty gasped as she felt herself being forcefully pressed against the cold, rough surface of the wall. The shock of the sudden contact jolted through her body, momentarily paralyzing her. The hands that held her were firm and unyielding, their strength evident in the unrelenting pressure. Her heart raced, adrenaline surging through her veins. Panic and fear threatened to overwhelm her, but she fought to maintain her composure.

Slowly, her eyes adjusted to the darkness, and she could make out the silhouette of a man standing before her. As her vision cleared, she recognized those deep gray eyes that had haunted her dreams and waking moments alike. It was him. The one she had longed for, the one she had hoped to avoid.

“Mate.” The man whispered, and she knew whose voice it was.

Draken's grip on her tightened, his face hidden in the shadows. The intensity of the moment was palpable, the unspoken tension stretching the air thin. Kirsty's mind raced, searching for answers, for an understanding of why he had taken her so abruptly.

The moment she opened her eyes to meet his, he immediately brushed his lips into hers. She felt that all the nerves inside her body were electrocuted. And she loses all the energy she had inside as she felt the soft brush on her lips as the man was kissing her slowly. For the first time in her life, she was torn between fighting back and giving in to something she was planning to go against with. As the bags of trash clattered to the ground, the sudden noise shattered the fragile bubble that had enveloped them. Reality crashed back in, and she was jolted out of the electrifying moment they had shared. Startled, she instinctively pulled away from his kiss, her eyes wide with a mix of surprise and confusion. Her mind raced to comprehend the whirlwind of emotions that had coursed through her veins just moments ago. The soft brush of his lips against hers had sent shockwaves through her body, awakening desires she had long suppressed. Her heart pounded in her chest, and her thoughts became a chaotic mess. The man before her watched her with a mix of concern and longing, his own emotions laid bare. They both stood there, frozen in time, grappling with the intensity of their unexpected connection. But as she looked into his eyes, she saw something that tugged at her resolve. There was an undeniable sincerity, a genuine yearning that resonated within his gaze. It was as if he too stood at a precipice, teetering between holding back and surrendering to the pull of their undeniable connection. He brushed his lips once again.

Kirsty's heart raced within her chest as the reality of what had just transpired settled in her mind. The sensation of his lips against hers lingered, sending shivers down her spine. It was a moment she had longed for, an experience she had yearned to understand, and now it had become a part of her story.

In that fleeting moment of connection, she found herself overwhelmed by a rush of emotions. Confusion mingled with curiosity and a sense of vulnerability washed over her. She had instinctively tried to pull away, seeking a moment of respite to process the depth of this newfound intimacy. Leaning her head back against the wall, Kirsty's mind whirled, trying to comprehend the implications of what had just occurred. Her thoughts were a jumble of questions and uncertainties.

Draken responded to her unspoken cue. He gently withdrew from the kiss, breaking the physical connection that had consumed them.

As the lingering taste of his lips faded, Kirsty found herself torn between conflicting emotions. She had experienced something beautiful and exhilarating, yet she also felt a tinge of unease. The man's actions had revealed a side of him that was raw and uncontrolled, a side that had momentarily overshadowed his usual composed demeanor.

He, too, was caught in the whirlwind of emotions that had unfolded between them. Though he had relinquished control, his desire for Kirsty still burned within him. It was a flame that threatened to consume his senses, compelling him to surrender to the overwhelming force of his feelings.

As the weight of their connection settled upon them, a mix of emotions swirled within their beings. He could sense her hesitation, her inner conflict, and it caused a ripple of uncertainty to pass through him. With his forehead still pressed against hers, he released his grip on her shoulders, his hands now hovering in the air, unsure of where to rest.

She looked deep into his eyes, searching for answers, seeking reassurance. In that fleeting moment of silence, their unspoken desires hung in the air like a delicate thread, teetering between the boundaries of temptation and caution. The pounding of her heart echoed in her ears, a reminder of the magnetic pull she felt toward him.

He opened his eyes, breaking the intimate connection of their foreheads. His gaze was filled with a mixture of intensity and vulnerability, baring his soul to her. It was as if he was silently pleading for her to trust him, to take a leap of faith into the unknown.

She felt torn between the intoxicating allure of their connection and the rationality that urged her to consider the consequences. The intensity of their encounter had taken them by surprise, igniting a fire within them that they had never experienced before. But now, faced with the aftermath of their actions, uncertainty clouded her thoughts.

“I…I have to go.” Kirsty's voice trembled as she uttered the words, barely audible yet laced with a heavy sense of resignation. Even if she wanted this, even if she just wants to spend her time with the man she called her mate, the problem of being a rogue and disguising herself as a member of the pack was hindering her. To deceive her mate was not a burden she was willing to bear. The thought of withholding the truth, of hiding her true identity, weighed heavily on her conscience. It gnawed at her soul, tearing at the seams of their budding connection. She could not bear to live a lie, especially not with the one she held so dear. Their two worlds were wholly opposite and spending the rest of their lives with each other would be impossible in their situation.

While she may not have been well-versed in the intricate rules and dynamics of the pack, she had heard whispers and seen glimpses of the Alpha's disdain toward rogues. It was common knowledge among the pack members that the Alpha held a deep-seated aversion to those who wandered outside the boundaries of their established order.

In the hierarchical structure of the pack, the Alpha held immense power and authority. Their word was law, and disobedience often resulted in severe repercussions. The very idea of her mate being subjected to the Alpha's wrath filled Kirsty with a sense of dread and helplessness. She knew all too well that the Alpha's fury could be swift and merciless.

As she mulled over the possibilities, her mind conjured vivid images of her mate being cast out, banished from the pack, or worse. The weight of responsibility pressed upon her shoulders as she contemplated how her presence in his life could potentially endanger him further. It was a tormenting realization, for her desire to protect him clashed with the profound bond that had already begun to form.

“Where?” His deep voice made her feel goosebumps down her spine, and it made her feel good. Her heart was telling her to just let the moment flow but her mind was saying otherwise.

She didn’t answer him.

The man opened his eyes, and she noticed that gold ring around the man’s pupils. He was aroused and she knew it well. She couldn’t deny that she started to feel the same, but she was suppressing herself. She was not ready for everything that had just happened.

The man looked down at the trash bags that fell on the ground. And it was a cue for Kirsty to push the man and it made him step back from her and she took the chance to hold once more the bags of trash. Kirsty was about to leave the place but the moment she took a step, the man delicately held on to her arm, and his other hand lifted her chin up so that their eyes could meet.

“I…I have to throw these.” She said unknowingly. She was referring to what she was holding. The man was not moved by what she said, and he just looked deeply into her chocolate eyes.

He remained unmoved, his eyes fixed on her, peering into the depths of her chocolate-colored orbs. His response caught her off guard, his words piercing the silence that hung between them. "You are new here," he stated, his voice holding a trace of surprise.

“I-“

Her mind raced, trying to make sense of his words, but she found herself unable to form a coherent response. It was as if the world around her had faded into insignificance, leaving only the two of them standing in that moment. Confusion and curiosity battled within her, vying for control over her emotions.

“It doesn’t matter now that I found you.” "It doesn't matter now that I found you." The weight of his words settled upon her like a gentle caress, leaving her breathless and uncertain of what lay ahead.

Her heart thudded against her chest, its rhythm faltering at his declaration. His gaze held such depth, such unwavering conviction, that she couldn't help but feel a magnetic pull toward him. There was an unspoken connection, an invisible thread that seemed to bind them together, transcending time and circumstance.

“I should go-“

"No," he asserted, his voice carrying an undercurrent of longing. The word hung in the air, a resolute refusal to let her slip away, to allow the moment to pass unexplored.

And then, in an act that defied reason, he leaned forward and pressed his lips against hers once more. It was a kiss that held the weight of a thousand unspoken desires, a collision of souls that merged in that fleeting moment. As their lips met, time seemed to stand still, the world around them fading into obscurity.

In that instance, she felt her resolve crumble, her inhibitions dissipate into thin air. She surrendered to the intoxicating allure of the kiss, allowing herself to be consumed by the undeniable chemistry that crackled between them. It was a moment of surrender, of letting go of the uncertainties that had plagued her.