Filed To Story: The Perfect Luna by Marissa Gilbert
“And also, it’s so convenient that you gathered so many people here” the pink-haired Luna tapped her fingers over the desktop. “Now they can go with you to the Luna Suite and help you move all of your belongings to your Grandmother’s cottage.”
Harper’s eyes threw daggers at her.
“Ash said that I could take the guest suite,” the woman was visibly shaking with anger now, but Petra already knew that this one barked, but did not bite.
“That was yesterday, and you didn’t take it,” the new Luna smiled. “I’m going to give it to Hailey. She is my personal Omega from now on and I need her close.”
“But–”
“Thank you for trying to act as a Luna while the pack didn’t have one, Harper,” Petra chose every word to hit the goal. “That will be all for today. I don’t want to keep you here too long. You still have a lot of packing to do.”
She waved her fingers again, and the door to the office opened, startling everyone once again. A few whispers sounded here and there as the women were standing up and leaving the office. None of them wanted to test her, and for the first time ever, Petra felt how satisfying it was to stand up for herself without anyone’s support. This victory was hers.
She sent Hailey to hide the mating ceremony dress in her new room, and the Omega was happy to oblige.
The moment the doors closed, Petra breathed out and sank into the chair.
Being a Luna was demanding and exhausting. And that’s after just a few hours.
However, she wouldn’t change it for anything!
The door opened without permission, and she was about to scold whoever dared to disturb her when saw the intruder.
Ash looked dazzling in a blue shirt and jeans, with his hazel eyes on her.
“That was very impressive,” he commented as he strolled inside. “But I didn’t expect anything less from you. I got myself one beautiful, clever and feisty mate.”
“Oh, you heard?” she blushed slightly, although secretly, she loved that he witnessed everything.
“Just the ending,” he chuckled. “You know, I was worried about how you would settle in here. But not anymore. You will fit right in as my Luna.”
“But I am not exactly your Luna– yet,” Petra taunted him with a smile playing on her lips. “For now, I am unmarked and unclaimed, remember?”
Ash’s eyes darkened and he walked closer, moving her chair with her still in it.
“Not for long.” A deep growl left his chest.
“I hope not, ,” Petra brushed her pink locks off of her neck and traced the curve with her fingers. “My neck is aching for a mark.”
“Then I shall give it to you tonight,” Ash lowered himself and closed his large palm around her neck gently, not hurting her in the slightest. His thumb brushed over her lips to make them part. “Or maybe now.”
“Now we are talking!” Petra giggled.
“Tell me what you want,” he teased, and she thought about it for a moment. Harper came to her mind at once to her displeasure. However, that helped her with her answer.
“I want you to make me scream your name so loud that no one in this pack doubts what you are doing to me,” she said. “I want you to pierce my neck with your canines and leave a mark on it so that no one ever doubts who I belong to.”
“I like it,” Ash smirked in delight.
“I want you to make love to me so much that I forget my own name,” she went on, desire circling through her veins already. “And when we are both at the highest peak, I want to mark you too, so that no she-wolf ever imagines again that she can have you!”
“You wish is my command!” Ash snarled and scooped her up.
Petra gasped but wrapped her arms around his neck at once as he walked with her like that around the whole pack house, making the heads of their packmates turn.
She noticed pink rose petals on the way to the Alpha Suite and giggled.
“Did you do this?”
“Of course, I did,” he said. “I told you that you deserve the best, and I am going to give you just that, Petra. Starting today and until the day I die.”
Aspen dug his canines into the bear’s flesh and enjoyed the warmth of his blood trickling down his canines and fur.
Two down, three to go.
Five in total.
Five bears who hurt him the most when he was a prisoner in Bjorn’s castle. Five bears who were going to die by his hand.
Well, three now since two were already off the list.
And boy, did Aspen enjoy k*il*ling them. Such scum did not deserve to live.
The Northern Lycan Kingdom wasn’t just a country. People here had honour. They had rules they’d followed for generations.
No one, absolutely no one, was to harm a man who was already down and couldn’t defend himself. No one was to humiliate prisoners of war. No one was to take another Northerner’s dignity. What was done to him was done for fun, and he swore that everyone who participated in his t*ortur*e would pay.
Not only that, but those five bears made a spectacle out of him, torturing him for days while laughing about the death of Aspen’s king and family. They laughed at what Bjorn was going to do with his queen as well. Then they mocked him about his mate, promising to f*uc*k her on his behalf since she preferred bears anyway.
No, he couldn’t find it in himself to forgive them.
Maybe it made him a bad man, but he had no regrets.
The one whose life Aspen took just now broke his knees every hour as if he was on a clock, knowing that it was the only way to permanently injure a lycan. His friend, who carved insults on his chest with a silver knife and laughed as he watched them heal, was also already dead. Aspen left his body in the woods, where he deserved to stay and rot. The same destiny would follow this one.
Aspen unclenched his jaws and let the wolf fall to his feet, a pool of blood gathering around him, soaking the gra*s*s.
He lifted his head to look at the moon, and at the same time, the familiar sweet scent hit his nostrils.
She was here. Brigit was here.
Just like the last time, she didn’t do anything to stop him. And it was annoying! After all, what kind of queen lets her men get slaughtered by an amba*s*sador of another king?
He wanted her to get angry. He wanted her to confront him about her men.
His wolf pleaded with him, telling him their ex-mate wanted to get together. That this was her way to gain his forgiveness. Only that it wasn’t enough. It would never be enough.
Some part of him would always love her, but he knew they were over. He would never be able to trust Brigit. He would never be able to call her his.
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