LITTLE LUNA: Alpha's second chance mate.(THE REDEMPTION SERIES)

CHAPTER EIGHT

LILITH’S POV:

It was morning, my mind was hazy and I felt like I’d been crushed by a truck. My entire body was aching. Where was I?

My throat was dry and my eyes spun the moment I opened them. What exactly happened? The last thing I could remember from last night was the scene of being rescued by a huge man…er, werewolf. Then there was the strange woman in white robes. She’d healed my sprained ankle and then I’d fallen asleep.

Right?

Still in a confused haze, I force myself up into a sitting position with half of my body leaning against the headboard of the bed. I took in my surroundings quietly.

The room was huge. It was probably the Master bedroom. There was a touch of masculinity to it. Grey walls, black satin bed dressings, long thick white and grey curtains that shadowed the rising sunlight outside, the double desks by the bed with lampstands. There was a crystal center table and a comfy looking sofa at the other side of the room with matching crystal center tables at each end. There was a walk-in closet by the corner and a door I was sure led to the bathroom next to it, pretty convenient. There were some paintings on the walls, but I couldn’t make sense of them. All in all, it was all a dull touch of white black and grey. I mean, even the floor was done with blackwood. Did it belong to him?

Why would I be in his room?

“I’ll protect you.”

His words from last night came in. It was the last thing I’d heard before I’d lost consciousness…those words…Almost like a vow. Which was crazy. We were strangers, what kind of vow would that be? But then again, I must have misheard him. I was so out of it last night, with the mating heat as well as the near-death experience…

A shiver slithered down my spine at the thought of last night. Ace had tried to force himself on me and I’d…I’d killed him. The pack knows and now they were after me.

Daydreaming about a stranger’s vow was the least of my priorities. I had to get far away from here as fast as possible, where ever this was. I’d be dead if the moonlight pack found me. Heck, I’d probably be scrapped insides out and then have my limbs torn apart before being set ablaze.

I was still on the run and I needed to figure out where I was.

With renewed determination, I stumbled out of the bed and fell flat on my face. Wait a minute…

I was n-n***d?!

With wide eyes, I pulled myself to sit on the floor all the while aware of the intense throbbing ache between my legs. That’s when I took a good look at my n***d self. I was covered in darks marks that seem to stretch out against my skin, big ugly bruises. Was I really run over by a truck? No, if the throb between my legs was anything to go by, I’d say I’d had s*x last night.

Holy frigging molly! I had s*x!

My hazy mind cleared instantly and like a record, the scene from last night which I’d forgotten, played in my memory. From the mating heat that had returned, to throwing myself at the handsome stranger, to baiting him and pushing at his self-control…

To…

Oh goodness! I could feel my entire being filled with shame. Last night…

I’d been worried about his size but he’d fit, perfectly and tightly so. After that kiss that’d had my toes curling, he’d pried my thighs apart and looked right at me with his eyes which were a glowing red orbit pulling me in with their intensity. He’d paused, wanting to give me the final chance of backing away, but there was no way in hell I’d have given up then. Not with him looking at me that way, with all that feral need in his eyes. And I was sure my expression matched his, because the next moment he lets out a deep growl and settles his heavy self over me and between my open thighs.

His hands were on either side of my face holding up his weight so he wouldn’t crush me. As though on cue, I wrap myself around him, with my arms around his broad frame and my legs around his thick waist. His rigid length settles in perfectly throbbing and probing softly at my entrance. He was so big that my arms looked so small against his neck and my legs could barely go round his waist. He was heavy and warm. I was grateful that most of his weight went to his arms, else I definitely would’ve been crushed. He felt so deliciously good on me…the feeling of having his weight on me. And his scent… it was even better than the smell of fresh woods and I want to bite into him.

Everything about what we were about to do felt wrong, but all I could think about was the need to quench the heat brought by the mating bond. And everything about this huge man…werewolf, could quench that.

He kissed me again. More ferocious this time. Like a man dry with thirst and I was the spring he drank from. I held on tightly to him as he fed me with so much passion through his lips. I didn’t know kisses could be so fierce at the same time possessive. Yes, that was what it was as he took control with his mouth and tongue, touching every inch of mine. He was laying claim…he owned me, and I couldn’t escape his passion.

He didn’t release my mouth till I was breathless. Even so, he nibbled his way to my ear and down my neck, leaving a trail of fire wherever his lips touched. He shifted his weight to his left arm as he gripped my breasts with his right. He toyed with them, playing with the n*****s and groaning into my neck, letting me know how much he was enjoying himself. I felt the same way. I wasn’t surprised when I felt the warm liquid at my entrance.

He looked up at me as he adjusted his weight back to both of his arms. I knew it was time, he was ready, I was ready.

I could feel him align himself with my entrance once again. And right before he pushes in, he suddenly pauses. “May I know your name little one?” He asks through gritted teeth. He was holding himself back, his muscles tensed as he awaited my reply. Even amidst the raging need, he still wanted to know who I was. I was touched. He wasn’t just blindly pulled in by the mating heat like I was, he was aware of what he was doing and he wanted to know me.

So, I answered. My voice small and hoarse with passion. “Lilith.”

He lets out a small smile and slowly leans down. Adjusting his weight to one arm, he runs the other gently through my hair. Then he places a soft kiss on my fore head and says in a small whisper: “Lilith.” I shiver as my name is caressed by his lips. But then he speaks once more: “Thank you for choosing me.” He gives me a feather kiss on my lips and I’m left stunned by his gentle touch.

Then he moves. Taking advantage of my distraction, he enters me with one big thrust, tearing through my hymen and stretching me full. I was stunned all for like one second and then I felt the searing pain that came with being entered for the first time. He covered my lips with his, swallowing my scream. I thrashed as much as I could, biting, pinching and scratching, trying to get him off me. It hurt so much I could barely breathe. I soon realized that there was no way to get his heavy frame off me so I gave up. I held unto him; the tears flowed freely. Thankfully, he hadn’t moved again since the first thrust. He just holds me gently, whispering soothing words in my ear as I sob to my heart’s content in his arms. I was probably the first pathetic fool to ever cry this much during my first time.

But I didn’t have time to feel embarrassed. The pain soon stopped and, in its absence, I felt intense pleasure. It wasn’t intense at first. Like a worm, it had crawled gently through the pain, eating it away until I couldn’t feel the pain anymore. It occupied my entire being and I forgot that I was once in pain. I could only feel pleasure and a great need of urgency. In my haze of urgency, I could feel him, smell him and I loved how much he stretched me. I needed more, though I wasn’t sure what.

I wriggled under him, searching for the right spot and letting out a soft moan when I do.

He growls softly and I meet his gaze. I’m a bit stunned when I see his strained expression that’s almost painful. And I realize that it’s harder for him to keep still. His jaw was clenched tightly together and his forehead was sweating. His already tense muscles were even more tense. “Lilith…t-tell me it’s okay to move. I-I c-can’t hold on much l-longer…f*ck! So t-tight.” His voice mirrored his tortured expression. His fists were tightly gripping the sheets on either side of my head.

I slowly lean up and give him a small peck on the lips. That was the go-ahead and he seized it. Giving me a fierce kiss, he pulls back till he’s almost out and then slams right back in, hitting the perfect spot. We both groan at the intense pleasure and from then on, there was no more gentle touch, just intense feral mating.

Fast-forward to this morning, with me sprawled on the floor butt n***d and replaying those erotic scenes, I could feel myself turn red with shame and green with regret. Why did I have to give in to the heat? I ask myself as I run my hands through my hair, pulling at it as though it would undo what I’d already done.

I didn’t have the time to be embarrassed. I had to leave immediately. Before Mr. Tall and handsome and perfectly good in bed came back.

And so, I dragged myself up from the floor towards what I hoped was the bathroom. Thankfully, it was.

Just like the bedroom, I was once again stomped at the sheer size and décor of the bathroom. It was so big that it had a seven-foot sized hot tub in it. The walls were grey like the room and I could see my reflection in the polish floors. There was a window at the far end of it with huge grey drapes over it. Who puts a window that size in a bathroom? There were several towels as well as bathrobes lined just next to the jacuzzi hot tub. It had a separate shower section and opposite that was a wall of mirror. It was practically a mirror that stretched over the wall such that it covered it and every part of the bathroom was reflected in it.

The moonlight pack never had a bathroom this size before. But all these didn’t matter. I didn’t have the time or luxury to admire the whole architectural aesthetic concepts.

I took a glance at my reflection in the giant mirror and a horrified gasp left my lips. sure enough, I was covered in bruises, like a map of tattoos all over. And one stood out the most. Right in the hallow of my neck, where the shoulder met the neck, it stood brightly, like a fierce king on his throne. A big bite mark different from the rest of the bruises.

Omg! That couldn’t be… it couldn’t have happened right?

I mean, it looked like a mating mark. There was no way we had completed the whole mating process…he couldn’t have mated with me, right? I wasn’t exactly mating material, added to the fact that we were strangers…

I try to recall the memory but with how panicked I felt, it was hard to do. And with every uncertain second that passed, my fear grew.

To hell with all these. I need to get away from here.

With that, I reached for the bathrobe but changed my mind. I leave the bathroom and walk into the closet instead. It lit up the moment I stepped in. I could see the rows after rows of masculine attires, shoes, jewelries and all that. I didn’t have time to look around. I grabbed the nearest hoodie and pulled it on. It was so huge it fell down to my knees like a dress. Maybe it’s because I’d been malnourished by Ace in the moonlight pack that I looked supper thin in this hoodie or maybe it was because Mr. huge was already so gigantic as were his clothes. Either way I looked horrible.

But I didn’t have the luxury of appearances, so I pulled the hood up over my head to hide my violet hair and left the room.

The hall was quiet and there was no one present. It was just an empty row of doors and I had to find my way out. I walk till I reach the end of the hall and right by the left, I see a staircase. I follow it down quietly, like the halls, there’s no one on the staircase. I descend not sure where I was going but hoping there was a way out. I already went down three floors. And after what seemed like a never-ending loop of stairs, I came to a stop at the fourth floor. The stairs ended there.

Like the rest of the hall ways, it was empty. But there was a door at the middle that was open. It had to be the exit. I walk fast, excitedly. But as soon as I go through the door, I realize it was not the exit. Rather, it was a smaller hall way with only three doors, four, if you considered the one I came in through. Like a cross, the doors were. Two opposite each other and an adjacent to another.

One of the doors were open and the most delicious aroma wafted out. My stomach growled and like a trance, my feet moved on their own towards the door.

The room behind the door was strangely huge. It was a kitchen / dinning room. The kitchen was to one side and there were three rows of tables with seats on the other side. Did I mention that the table was filled with various kinds of food…food that smelled so delicious it had my mouth drooling.

So many delicacies, it could definitely feed the entire pack. I’d never seen this much food in the moonlight pack before. Come to think of it, the only decent meal I’d ever had there was in Racheal’s tent.

My stomach growled again, fiercer this time. I really shouldn’t eat anything. I needed to find my way out. I had no time for this. I really didn’t, but… maybe a few bites won’t hurt. Right?

So, I rolled up my sleeves, climbed a chair and reached for the spaghetti meatball. The first taste was divine. The perfect blend of flavors and I loved how the meatball melted deliciously in my mouth. It was just like how mom used to make it for me. who ever made this, needed a medal. It was just too delicious I couldn’t stop eating.

And so there I was, my hungry self, two elbow deep into a pot of spaghetti meatball, my lips greasy with oil and with little grace as I stood on a chair devouring the food.

That’s how they caught me.