Possess me, Mr. Alpha and Mr. Beta

Chapter 3

Heat flooded my body. Drowned me in it like flames licking up the sides of a building. My anxiety and fear washed away with the flames.

Xavier dragged his hand into my hair, those long fingers of his curling into my roots. A deft tongue brushed the bottom of my lip, near begging to be let in.

So, I obliged and opened up for him. Moaned when I could taste him after being tasteless for so long.

As one, we moved further back and Xavier slammed the door shut behind me. Pressed me against the hard wood, caging me in on all sides with his body.

Every nerve screamed at me to take him right here. Let him ravage me like he never could have before. Mate me. Mark me. Claim me as his after being denied for so long.

But my rational mind jostled me awake. A lightning bolt that slithered down my spine and moved my legs.

I broke the kiss with a groan and placed my palm flat on Xavier’s toned chest. His heart fluttered beneath it. Went from hammering to near silent within the space of half a second.

“Xavier. I’m… I’m mated. Married. I have a child. I can’t do this,” I barely got out between pants.

Green eyes pinned me to the spot, seeing right through me. “Do you love him?”

My heart seemed to sputter in reply. I did love Andrew. Truly. But never the way I loved Xavier. My mate. True mate. Never as much as I loved Bastian. My other mate. Other forbidden fruit I never got to taste.

“Some parts of him,” I admitted, looking away.

I could feel his eyes roaming me freely. Knew he saw the reservation I spoke with. How my spine never seemed to get perfectly straight. The callouses that had formed on my hands from all my domestic labour.

Still, I stayed my course. Remained a full arm’s length away from him, lest my body react to his again.

“When were you planning on revealing the new heir to Brightsun?” He asked. Feet shuffled over the tiles as Xavier backed down. As his once lively green eyes faded into a dull glow.

Returned to the man he was forced into being.

But his words were what hit me like a damned truck. Shot through my body with an electrifying effect. “Never!” I hissed. Everything inside me tensed up. Even my mind tried shielding itself.

Too much. This was too much for me.

I had to get back to the house. There were dishes. The floors needed to be mopped. Nora’s bathroom needed cleaning. Then it was back to the shop, tending the register whilst Nora went and got her nails done for the afternoon.

Dinner.

Bedtime.

Side hustle.

“Stop,” Xavier commanded and pinched my chin between his fingers. He forced my face to look right at him. “Stop thinking about every reason why you won’t go with me and just… Trust me.” He pleaded, his shadowy stubble making his face even darker.

Gently, I laid down my hand on his. “I can’t. I have a life here. A husband and his child-”

“Not his! That child is and never will be his child! Diego would have hated how his son grew up and you know it!” Xavier snarled.

Flinching, I hurriedly nodded just to appease him. Keep him happy.

Something akin to rage flashed across his eyes.

“What has he done to you? Where is my proud and confident Luna? Where is the woman who spat in the face of our enemies with a smile on her face?”

Every question was like a lashing to my skin. Sizzled and burned. Broke something tender inside my chest.

Exhaling through my nose, I shook my head. “I’m not a Luna anymore. Diego’s, your bother’s, my husband’s death made sure of that. The vultures came in when he died and ripped the carcass that was my life to ribbons. And where were you, Xavier?” Tears welled in my eyes, threatening to spill across my cheeks.

Xavier opened and shut his mouth. Guilt curved the edges of his face. Twisted his lips downwards.

“You belong in Brightsun,” He whispered but took another step away. His hand fell away from my chin. Eyes sputtered and refused to open fully.

“I belong with the family I have made. The one I found when no one else was looking for me. The one that took care of me when no one else was willing.” I replied, bottom lip trembling with each word.

He shook his head. Let his arms fall to his sides. “Bastian is somewhere on the premises as well. He doesn’t know I found you. If he sees you…”

Bastian. My Bastian.

A beaming smile and wicked scar across a face popped into my head without permission. Buzzcut brown hair. Vivid blue eyes. Two people running through the woods, carefree.

Until a fire rose in the distance. Smoke clogged up their noses. Fear rode them hard as they ran back home.

Fearless, brash Bastian risking his life to save whoever he could in the pack house. Dodged bullets as he went. He screamed back at me once, to tell me to get away. Far far away.

Weeks later, in a town I didn’t know, I heard no one escaped that burning house. Not a soul.

It was the last shove I needed to flee and never look back.

Only, I was looking back now. Could see it all so clearly inside me. The turmoil. Heartach.

“Goodbye, Xavier.” I said and slipped back out into the hallway.

The butler from earlier was still there. Gave me one, long, sad glance before he soundlessly moved down the hallway and back the way we came.

With each step we got closer to the door, my heart fell into my shoes. Broke all over again. Silently, the tears streamed down my face. Created lines of black mascara as it went. My body trembled and threatened to let my keel over right there.

So many healed wounds were reopened. Or they were never truly healed to begin with.

Once we reached the front door again, the butler opened it and waved me out with a small bow. A gesture only given to nobility. Lunas. Alphas. Heirs. All things I weren’t anymore.

Stopping beside him, I shook my head. “No need. I’m no one anymore,”

“Not true, ma’am. You are the mate of a deceased Alpha. You are also mother of the future heir,” He smiled at me, white teeth flashing. “That title will never escape you, no matter where you go.” With that, he promptly showed me out and closed the door behind him.

Well, at least that had been right. The help always heard everything.

Heavy legs dragged me down the steps that led to the front yard. My beat up car looked like a stain on the earth compared to all of the lavishness beside it. Around it.

A life I had once had.

But I would choose Andrew now. He had looked after me. Helped me.

Even as my heart sank. Drowned. Broke off into pieces so small I doubted I would ever get them back again.

“Sutton?” A deep voice said in front of me.

And there he was, the man I had dreaded seeing after so long. One of the two men who had held my heart so firmly it threatened to rupture.

Icy blue eyes widened when I looked back at Bastian. His mouth had fallen open and the mug he held in his hands dropped to the paving in front of him, shattering as badly as my heart. My soul.

“Hi, Bastian,”