The Rejected Luna’s Revenge

Chapter3

ALPHA FENRIS

My blood boiled within me. My wolf urged me. I wanted to go back to the dungeon, grab Kara, and tear her to pieces. She was a weak omega, and I was an Alpha. Even though it was not my coronation yet, I was already blessed by the moon. Tearing Kara to shreds for what she did to my father shouldn’t take any effort, but one thing kept me: she was my son’s mother.

I stared at the handsome bundle of joy lying on my bed and dragged a hand through my hair. I knew nothing about babies. Was Kara right? Would he really get harmed if he ate baby food at this age?

No, I decided. Kara was a lying, scheming b***h who had murdered my father. I could not believe anything she said. Instead, I chose to believe my new mate, Kimberly.

I sank down to the bed and buried my face in my hands. Then I let out a loud growl that shook the entire room. My father was dead, and all because of a worthless omega.

My father and I did not always see eye to eye, but he was a man I greatly respected. He was a good Alpha, a good man. He was practically the only one who had shown that killer kindness, but it did not stop her from killing him. Apparently, the wicked did not need a reason to be wicked.

The door opened slightly, and Kimberly walked in. I watched her glide in, as though her hips were supple rubber, but the expression on her face was more comforting than sexy.

“Fenris,” she paused a bit, and her eyes searched mine. “Why did you not tell me you would be here? For Moon’s sake, you just lost your father. You should not be alone.”

I laughed harshly. I lost my father because of my own stupidity. Instead of rejecting that viper when I first met her, I brought her to my father. It was easy to see through her bullshit soon enough, but by then, she had already charmed my father for life.

“I’ve always been alone,” I muttered harshly.

“You’ve always had me!” Kimberly countered fiercely. I looked into her eyes then and saw the love she had for me, shining real and true, and the tears also.

Kimberly was crying for me! For my pain. She was crying because I had lost my father. My father hadn’t even approved of her, and yet, she cared more for him than the woman he had taken as his own daughter.

“You will always have me,” she said in a softer voice now, as she walked up to me and knelt in front of me, taking my hand in hers to hold. The baby started crying then, loud and lusty, and she winced slightly in irritation. I had noticed she did not like my son very much.

“I think he’s hungry,” I said calmly. “Have you gotten the baby food for him?”

She shook her head. “I’ve brought a nanny for him, a wet nurse. She would know what to do.”

I was a bit shocked by that. “Kim, are you sure we should expose our son to a nanny this early? Look, I know you don’t like Kara, but he is my son too—”

“And he is hers! Don’t you see it? The more you remain attached to this child, the more you would forever remain attached to Kara. Trust me, I’m a woman. I know her kind. She would always try to use your son to get to you, but you must show her that you are Alpha, aloof, and unapproachable. Don’t let that lying murderer get to you, please, I beg you, not after how much we’ve waited to be together.”

I nodded. She was right, but he was still my son. Getting up, I went to pick up the crying child. “We haven’t given him a name yet.”

When I turned back, she was smiling. It was the proud smile of a mother. I understood that she did love my son. She just knew she had to be tough. She and I were alike in so many ways. We had a heart, but we did not shy away from being ruthless, cruel even, when we needed to be.

“King,” she said with a soft smile. “Let’s name him King. One day, he would be Alpha King and rule this pack with the fierceness of his father—”

“And the wisdom of his mother,” I completed, handing over the baby to the nanny that walked in, probably drawn by the boy’s crying.

“Hmm, Alpha King. I like the sound of that,” I said, walking over to hold her in my arms, but she was stiff in my embrace.

I drew back. “What’s wrong?”

She shook her head, and her eyes glistened with tears. This time, they were tears of hurt. I felt torn that I may have been the one that put those tears there. “Kim, why are you crying?”

She shook her head again. “It’s just—it’s just that I think you will never really be over Kara. You just said now that King would have her wisdom.”

“What? No!” I grabbed her hands. “Look at me, Kim. I was talking about you. You are King’s mother now. He would have your wisdom. He would grow to be resilient, wise, and brave, just like you.”

She smiled softly. “I love you, Fenris.”

I felt my heart swell with joy. Those were the four words I needed to hear the most. I pulled her into my arms immediately. My mouth was hot and ravaging against hers.

I liked how she tasted, like fine wine, refined for a special occasion. Kimberly kissed me back with the same ardor. Our passion was hot and sizzling.

I eased her to the bed gently, burying myself in her curves as—for some unknown reason—memories of s*x with Kara also flooded my head.

With Kara, it had been different. She was always so frightened of me, and her inexperience was annoying. Once, I wanted to hand her over to some of my father’s betas to screw her a bit, just so that she would learn the art of s*x very well.

Kimberly was different. She needed no prompting. In a short while, we were already completely naked, and she was moaning my name.

“Oh, Fenris,” she breathed into my mouth, “this is the first time we are making love without the shadow of Kara hanging over us. I’m finally free to love you.” She arched her hips against me, curling her legs around my waist. “Oh, I need you inside of me, Fenris. I need you now.”

I obliged the both of us. I needed to be inside her sweet softness. She screamed my name as we both hit our first climax, but then, I paused for a while, and we found a new rhythm until we were both panting for each other. The more we tried to stem our passion, the more the fire burned. “Oh Kim, you’re so beautiful, so perfect,” I whispered to her.

Her fingernails dug into my back as we rolled over, laughing softly when we landed on the floor. I used my body to cushion the fall, so now she was on top of me.

I reached out and squeezed her as she began riding me, slowly at first, then building up a tempo that was so acute, it almost hurt.

“I love you, Kimberly,” I roared as we hit wave after wave of climax, and I knew instantly that it was true. This was my real mate. Tomorrow, I would have to get rid of Kara.