LUNA’S MATE: A True Mate Bond

Episode 5

Elena’s POV.

The hardest part of the evening wasn’t pretending to be happy or smiling brightly at the various perverts that were looking at my barely covered body, which was dressed in a silky red dress that showed my midriff and back and was still paired with a thigh high slit. What in the world was he thinking when he picked out this dress? After the rounds of introductions, he left me alone and I made my way to the bar to drown my sorrows of rejection.

He has not officially rejected me yet, but it still hurts. My wolf has been whimpering nonstop since then. I am usually not an alcoholic, but I kept asking the bartender for more glasses of champagne. I was so tipsy but I did not mind. Soon, the venue emptied slowly. I laid my head on the bar to rest my eyes a bit. The driver was picking me up by 11.00pm and it was just 10.10pm.

I was woken up at 10.20pm. The bar was closing. s**t.

“Do you have any number we could call?” The bartender asks as he wipes down the bar. I pulled out the new iPhone Isabelle helped me buy. I scroll down my contact list of just 5 people. I had King’s number but he wouldn’t want to hear from me so I just ignored it and called Nacho. He picked up the second ring.

“Hey, ‘Lena. What’s up? I’m a little busy, y’know.” I heard giggles from the other end.

“Well, the bar is about to close and I needed someone to come pick me up. My ride is late.”

“Where are you?” I gave the phone to the bartender who described the location. The bartender stayed with me till Nacho came. I was a little tipsy so I swayed on my feet. Nacho picked me up like I was one of his light weights and took me to the car. Ooh he had more liquor in his car and I screamed with glee.

“No more alcohol,” Nacho says, and snatches the bottle of vodka away. Party pooper.

“Oh come on. Please. I need it to drown my sorrows in. I command you as your Luna to hand me the bottle of vodka. “ I ordered, trying to get the bottle from his exceedingly long arms. Suddenly, he freezes mid air, possibly hearing my words properly now.

“What sorrows? I swear to the moon goddess if Lucas touched you I would kill the bastard.”

“Well, he didn’t touch me. I just don’t think he knows I’m his mate yet. Or if he does, he hasn’t admitted it yet.” I speak genuinely.

“f**k!” He mutters under his breath before voluntarily handing me the bottle which I take a huge swig from it, letting the alcohol wash over me. He drops me at the house, but I didn’t want to be alone in this depressing, possibly haunted mansion..

“Please, stay. At least have a drink with me.” I pleaded as he was about to leave. With a resigned sigh, he grabs more liquor and we sit on the couch to use the huge extra TV to watch The Witcher.

Some time in season 1 episode 6, I noticed he was watching me and not the screen.

“What?” I asked, laughing a little. I am drunk now. He continued staring, silently.

“Stop it. You’re freaking me out. “I'm still giggling.

“You’re just way more intriguing to watch.”

Suddenly, I felt an explosive heat in my pelvis. It was like I was on fire. This must be my heat period. I had never had it before but I had read it. It felt like I was burning with desire. It was meant to have signals but I had none. Suddenly, Nacho’s lips looked especially tastier. He pulled me to him, inhaling deeply.

“You smell so good.” He says,

His face was in mine, pressing my lips to his. He returned my kisses with as much fervor and urgency as they were delivered.

“My clothes. Take them off.” I whimpered beneath his lips and he took them off. The heat reduced a bit and his hands moved all over my body, feeling and claiming every spot, providing a cooling effect on my fiery body. He pressed his scent into every inch of me, kissing and sucking each spot until I was covered in hickeys.

He kissed faint kisses towards my v-line before pulling off my panties. He buried his head and delved his tongue into me, sucking gently. I moaned, pulling on his hair. Contact. I need contact. I was half-turned by now, my eyes changed and my claws lengthened. I pulled off his clothes, half-tearing it a little in the process.

“I want you.” I said, pulling his lips to mine. He tastes of vodka and Bailey’s. He filled me, stretching me to my very limit to accommodate him.

He began to move slowly, establishing a rhythm at first. Soon, he was thrusting rapidly and I lifted my hips with each thrust. We reached the peak together and we both dissolved in the watery ecstatic aftermath.

The next time I woke up, it was morning and Nacho was gone. I felt different. It was not just the s*x. My body felt different. I thought hard through the gnawing pain of a hangover and remembered that in the literal heat of the moment, Nacho did not use a condom and I was on no contraceptive. s**t!.

In just a few days, my pregnancy will become visible. If I was pregnant, that is. Werewolf pregnancy is just two months. I ordered a pregnancy test just to be sure. Alpha King must not find out if I am indeed pregnant. Two months is not so long to lock myself up, is it?

The pregnancy test got here and I peed there on the stick. s**t!. I think I peed too much. However, the stick started to move. Oh moon goddess. No, no this can’t be happening, what I have done.