Alpha's Untamed Mate

Heaven

Nightmares that became reality - that was one of Luna's biggest fears. They always occurred in the middle of the night. She could hear them approaching, wolves sniffing the air, following a trail that led them to her. However, it wasn't the man who could potentially be her mate that frightened her; it was someone else, someone, who had no concern for her well-being.

Lying in her cottage, Luna stared up at the dark ceiling, contemplating the potential consequences of letting her guard down and allowing herself a sliver of happiness. Not only did she have one mate, but she had two. Her thoughts were consumed by images of them when she first heard the wolves approaching - five, from the sound of it.

In an instant, Luna leaped to her feet and rushed outside, shifting as soon as she spotted the glowing eyes in the distance. She transformed into her wolf form and sprinted as fast as her legs would carry her. However, the pack pursuing her was skilled and much faster.

Among them was a tall brown wolf, older with a muzzle specked with grey. He emanated anger, and if he had managed to touch her while she was in human form, she was certain she would have met her demise. It was clear in his eyes that he was hunting her, and she didn't need any special powers to perceive it.

This was the consequence of saving a stranger. Luna knew deep down that nothing good would come of it, but she couldn't resist the urge to help him. Perhaps something within her sensed who he was to her, who he could potentially become.

None of that mattered now. Her life was effectively over. Either this wolf would capture her, discover her unique powers, and exploit her, or he would end her life, which she secretly hoped for. Oh, how she yearned for the latter option.

The last thing she recalled was pain engulfing her and darkness descending upon her. She cherished the calm it brought, the absence of visions and feelings. It was a peaceful darkness, incapable of harming her, a tranquil space between consciousness and death.

When Luna regained consciousness, she found herself in a cold cell. A faint light seeped through a slit in the ceiling. The air carried a peculiar scent, and her hands were chained to the ceiling while her feet barely touched the damp floor beneath her.

So, he didn't kill her.

Her head hung low as she pondered what would happen to her and why this wolf would have any interest in her. Furthermore, why were there suddenly so many wolves in her territory? Technically, it was no-man's-land, but since she was the only one out there, she felt a sense of ownership over it. She had claimed it as her own for a considerable time, long enough to establish a life there, and long enough to come to terms with her solitary existence. It went against her nature, but she had grown adept at it, perhaps too adept.

Letting out a heavy sigh, she attempted to tug at the chains that held her arms locked in position above her head. It only resulted in a slight swing and more pain.

Outside her cell, she could hear a commotion, and moments later, the door burst open. The strong scent of summer pine trees filled the air around her, causing her heart to beat faster, yet she remained motionless, her head still hung low, with her hair covering her face.

"I am sorry," he said, his voice resonating with something deep within her. It ignited a dangerous spark in her chest, something she could only describe as hope. Hope that he could save her. But there was no saving her. As long as she was around other wolves, they were destined for a cruel fate.

She heard him approaching, and fearfully attempted to retreat, terrified of what she would see once he touched her. Images of their future flashed in her mind—a future that might involve her. Would it be a happy future? And if it was, what if it was all taken away from her again?

"I am not going to hurt you," she dragged her feet on the floor, her eyes filled with something Asher could only interpret as heartbreak. He understood that feeling, the way she struggled to distance herself from him, the way she was chained up like an animal. Seeing her in that state was unbearable to him.

"Please," she whimpered, her eyes pleading with him, "don't... don't touch me!"

Disobeying her plea went against every instinct he had, but the overwhelming need to free her finally overcame him.

"No!" A solitary tear rolled down her cheek as he purposefully brushed his fingers over her arm to reach for the shackles around her wrists. He probably could have accomplished it without actually touching her skin, but he wanted to experience what it would feel like—the sparks tingling under his fingertips, the surge of electricity, desire, and longing that coursed through his body—proof that she truly belonged to him.

Her eyes widened in shock, and a sharp gasp escaped her lips. Her green eyes remained fixed on his. "Nothing," she breathed, and a mad giggle bubbled up from her throat. "Nothing!" she exclaimed again. "Do it again!"

"What?" Now he was confused. She didn't want him to touch her, and now she did? Was she crazy? Had she spent too much time on her own, driving her to madness?

"I think she's asking you to touch her again," Aiden said, his injuries patched up. It didn't take long for his body to heal. Though his movements were still slightly stiff, he was up and running again, thanks to her. He had probably sensed her presence as well. Asher knew the moment their father brought her here. He hadn't expected him to chain her up, but he didn't know who she was. All he saw was a threat, one he, fortunately, didn't kill on sight.

Asher turned his gaze back to her. "Is that what you're asking for?" he asked, his voice carrying a slight rasp. He knew he would love this woman with every fiber of his being; there was no denying it. It was how the bond between them worked. He would always feel drawn to her, always want her - her body, her mind, her soul, and her heart.

It was the hunger in his eyes that made her tiptoe closer. Just once, could she give in to the need? There was very little she could do against a bond as strong as that between their three souls. It was supposed to make them stronger together, but Luna felt anything but. She felt weak, too weak to resist the inevitable pull of those deep mahogany eyes.

She waited for a vision to strike her as his fingers trailed down her arm, but nothing happened. No flashes of a cruel future. No mind-splitting pain that would linger for days. She didn't know why, but it only intensified her craving for his touch.

Aiden watched their mate squirm under his brother’s gentle touch. He didn’t like the circumstances of her being chained up, but he couldn’t deny that her naked body dangling there for them to do with as they please did have a certain appeal to hit. It made him burn for her. To experience the feel of her body, the taste of her skin, and the sweetness of her p*ussy.

He had only seen her once. Just for a few, hazy seconds, but he knew exactly who she was. He knew that he had finally found their mate. Someone to complete them. To make them the Alpha they were supposed to be. His eagerness to meet her again is what made his body heal quickly. Or at least it was what made him push through the aches and come here to find her. To see her again.

Tan skin. A skinny body, shaped from surviving on her own for far too long. Her long blond hair hung over her chest, covering her perky breasts. That was until Asher, brushed it over her shoulder and out of the way, so his hands could explore more of her body.

That soft moan leaving her lips, made him shut the door and finally move closer. He needed to explore her too. Wanted to feel the pull of their bond. He wanted everything she had to offer, even though he was in no shape to give it back. Not tonight anyway.

Aiden moved around her, pulling her body by the hips against his, his lips grazing her shoulder and her neck. She tilted her head to the side to give him better access. She tasted bittersweet. She smelled like fresh rosemary mixed with something that reminded him of a cold splash of water, bringing the body back to life.

Luna’s head was spinning. Dazed and filled with their scent. Filled with the sweet revelation that she wasn’t able to see their future. She didn’t know why and right now she didn’t care. Her body was detached from her mind, from the thoughts of what she should be doing and where she should be running to next. Her body though, was right where it wanted to be.

Soft lips kissing her neck, nibbling on her ear, and whispering a sweet “thank you”. She did save him after all, and she wondered how he would repay her. His fingers crept up her throat and tilted her head to the side, so his lips could meet hers. His tongue invaded her mouth without hesitation, fighting her for dominance, while his hands moved up her torso and cupped her breasts. She could feel his excitement pressing into her lower back.

“What does she taste like?” Asher asked, his hands traveling down between her legs.

Her eyes opened, as the one kissing her pulled back just enough to answer his brother’s question. “Like heaven!”