Forsaking His Luna

Mark

Arthur

Miriam, my mate, was a Siren, or at least half a Siren, since no wings had appeared on her back.

I have seen Sirens before, and they looked nothing like her. They had crooked spikey teeth and distorted facial features; their skin was grey, eyes black and void of emotion, like darkness. They had black wings clawed at the tip edges. I had seen footage from the agents who risked their lives trying to find out why supernaturals died crossing the sea. It showed unforgiving killing machines that flew on board the ships and wrapped their tails and claws around them. They were dragged to the depths of the sea and never seen again.

When she collapsed in my arms, I could see she had no idea what was happening. But I have seen these symptoms occur many times before with pups. After strong emotions and stressful situations, the supernatural gene awakens, and her look of confusion shows me that Miriam wasn't expecting what happened.

When I took her to the lake, and she shifted, I was amazed by the beautiful being I had in my arms. It scarred me how enticing and alluring she was. The simple act of looking at her felt like a sin. Like she didn't belong in this world. I had never seen an angel, but if I had to guess what one looked like, I would envision Miriam in this form.

I felt angry at what sirens had been doing for years to the supernaturals, and Miriam saw it on my face. Mistaking my anger at them for her new transformation.

She swam away from me. Once again, I f****d up and scared my mate with my alpha aura.

When she returned and assured me she would return, I felt yielded and afraid she would do the same as I did to her and never come back. I deserved this torment.

I walked back to shore and sat on the rocky ground contemplating the remains of the pink streaks on the sky from the now-gone sunset.

Was the Goddess mocking me? The very beings I have been trying to get ride off. The irony of it all came and bit me in the ass.

It didn't matter what she was to me, and I'll be damned if I let it stand between us.

But for every pack in Europe, including mine, it meant certain death as soon as they set foot on the Mediterranean sea. It meant loved ones they would never be able to see again.

I would have to conceal her true nature for as long as possible. Keeping her safe was my main priority.

Another thing suddenly popped into my head, making me even more determined than ever to figure out how to fix this siren situation.

Our son had wolf genes, for sure. What about siren genes? Could he have both? Could we help him control his powers?

This chaos we were in seemed to never end.

I was deeply lost in thought when I heard a noise coming from the water. I swear I caught a glimpse of ethereal light coming through.

My wolf vision allowed me to see her emerging from the water.

Immediately, Finn and I perceived fear coming off of her in solid waves. We looked around to see if there was a reason for her anxiety without success, and everything seemed calm. Was she afraid of us?

As soon as she saw me, her demeanour changed. She scented me.

I noticed she was completely naked and cold. She tried to cover her breasts, but there was still more to see.

I would lie if I said I didn't feel lured to her. She was more beautiful than what my memories allowed me to remember.

Not wishing to make her feel uncomfortable or exposed, I got up and took my shirt off for her to wear. As I was about to walk to her, she beat me to it, running to me like she didn't care anymore that barriers separated us.

Desire and arousal were coming off her like nothing I had ever sensed before.

She jumped, wrapping her legs around my waist and placing her hands behind my neck. She crushed her lips to mine, taking me over the edge of passion with her.

I missed this!

How could I not? This woman was my mate; she was everything. Why I ever let anyone stand in our way was beyond reason.

I immediately strode towards the house, never stopping devouring her mouth. I practically ran.

Once inside, it became impossible to reach upstairs, and I could barely close the window doors behind us. Miriam's once cold body was now burning with desire, and I was burning with her.

Her hand started to scroll down my chest, never moving her mouth from mine until she reached our centres. Somehow, she slid her hand inside my pants and grabbed my c**k, making me growl with desire.

I was lost in her. She had me wrapped around her finger; she always would. Raw love was all we had at that moment.

I took her to the carpet floor before the fireplace and laid her down. I finally pulled away from her delicious lips; they were swollen from the intense kissing.

Trying to catch my breath, I wanted to make sure she wanted this before we both regretted what we were about to do.

"Miriam, tell me you want this?"

She pulled me to her, crushing her lips to mine once more.

"Arthur, I waited long enough. You should know by now that I only do what I want!"

I released a small laugh.

"I know. I just don't want you to have regrets."

"Will you regret it?" She sounded angry and impatient. I sensed she felt hurt by the possibility that I would regret making love with her.

To answer her question, I kissed her with the hunger I was containing. I quickly took off my joggers and slid my hand down on her, and started stroking her slit and c**t.

She moaned in my mouth, and I was more than happy to swallow her moans while I slid one finger into her, stroking her insides and rubbing her c**t simultaneously.

She was wet and more than ready for me.

I swiftly positioned myself at her entrance and removed my hand. She was about to protest, but I slammed into her first.

She moaned and jerked like never before, and I felt her fluids overflowing.

It nearly drove me to the brink of insanity. I started moving faster, not giving space for a break, the sound of her voice was music to my ears.

She was impossibly tight, squeezing my c**k inside her. I nearly came as soon as I was inside her.

It felt like it was too good to be true. Miriam was finally here, with me, under me, shaking and moaning, just like my dreams for these past five years.

Finn wanted us to mark her now without hesitation or fear, but I was afraid that would be crossing a line of her boundaries.

At the same time, she started screaming my name, moaning and driving me wild.

"Arthur! Ah! Arthur!"

"That's it. I'm right here inside you, my love." I crushed my lips to hers as I kept going.

Sharp thin claws dug into my back, scratching me from my shoulder blades to the end of my back. She broke our kiss with watery eyes.

"I missed you so much, Arthur..."

Her voice broke as she said my name. Tears started sliding down her beautiful face.

"Don't cry, my love. I'm here now. This time nothing can take me away from you."

"Promise me!"

"I promise, Miriam, nothing could ever make me love you less, and nothing can end what we have. I am not going anywhere. I love you."

Her eyes colour changed, and I could see her mythical soul now. I also let Finn look at her through my eyes to show her we were on the same page.

Without warning, something from out of this world took hold of me, and I sank my teeth into her neck. At the same time, I felt a sharp pain in my neck. She removed her sharp fangs from my neck as she moaned and squirmed under me.

I shattered inside her and came like I never had before.

Finn was content and happier than ever.

"She marked us too."

"Finn... You have to explain to me what just happened!?"