At least from Rosalie's perspective, the trip to the Greystone Estate was completely uneventful. She refused to make eye contact with Alex, who was sitting right besides her in the black limo, and she kept her hands folded in her lap the entire time. They were by themselves. She was completely at a loss for words. Everything seemed so unbelievable.
The rest of the Greystone pack was ecstatic that their alpha had finally found a mate after spending many years of his life alone; they celebrated as if they had just returned from a successful battle. They were followed by a long procession comprising seven Mercedes cars and four identical limos that had their windows heavily obscured.
It was a remarkable sight. She saw a human family of four in a van practically gaping at the long sight of the impressively heavily tinted limos and cars on the highway. When the van was parked alongside the road,
"Will your people accept me?" She finally croaked at him.
He smiled. "Didn't you hear the cheers?" he asked, grinning.
"I'm too young, too inexperienced," she said, finally looking up at him. She didn't like the eerie silence that hung in the car. "Too plain and boring. I don't know why you chose me as your Luna. It was just a hook-up." She added, recalling her previous conversation with Melissa when she had insisted on 'hooking' up with him.
"There is nothing to worry about, love," he chuckled. He grasped both of her hands and kissed her fingers one by one.
"Can't you see how special you are to me? You enchanted me when we first met. I had to wait three years for you."
She smiled at him and traced her fingers down his shirt, unbuttoning them one by one. She wanted to kiss him. He smiled at her obvious intention. "I've never realised how wild you are, my little wolf," he said, toying with her playfully.
He sat her on his lap and allowed her to straddle him with her thighs while he held her there. She could feel him stiffening under her as she continued to work on opening his shirt. He removed his shirt and then ran his hands up her back. He pulled her in for a passionate kiss, their bodies pressed tightly together. His hand snaked under her shirt and traced the curve of her spine, sending shivers down her body. She moaned softly, feeling the heat between them intensify with each passing moment. He continued kissing her throat. It looked like he was going to rip her shirt, but she grabbed his hand and stopped him.
"Wait, I don't want to have sex right now. We need to talk."
"Can we do that later ?" He asked, panting.
She shook her head, pushing him gently away. "No, we need to talk now," she insisted, her voice firm. He sighed in frustration but nodded.
"Then stop being such a tease."
"Am I teasing you, Alex?" She looked straight into his eyes.
"What do you think?" He whispered back as his lips nibbled on her neck. "I love you, Rosalie."
She grabbed his face in her hands and looked at him before blurting out, "There is something you have to know."
"What is it?" Alex asked, concern evident in his eyes. Rosalie took a deep breath before finally saying.
"Chris is my mate, my true mate."
He blinked, stupefied for a moment.
"Your mate," he said suddenly, tensing. "So that is why he was against our mating. But why did he mate with Grace?"
"It's a long story." She sighed.
She got off his lap and sat down besides him.
"Do you love him?" Alex looked at her, his expression conflicted.
She sighed.
"He was my mate. I had no choice. My wolf wanted him, and I was in love with him," she said truthfully.
She figured it was best to tell him before he figured it out himself. "We had been dating since I was 15 when he told me he was my mate. He said he would claim me when I turned 18. But—but we had to end it because of his mating with Grace. It was the council's order. His rejection devastated me, but when I met you, it didn't hurt as much."
"It's alright, love." He whispered.
"The question is, do you still want me as your mate? Despite knowing that I have a past?"
She looked away from him. He cradled her chin, forcing her to look at him. Then he placed his lips on hers, kissing her passionately.
"I don't care about your past. You have done nothing wrong." He finally pulled away from the kiss and looked at her.
"I do like you," she admitted to him.
"You are so handsome, kind, and smart. That night, I went with you because I wanted to make Chris jealous. But my wolf wants you now. She would never have let you mate with me if she didn't want you." Rosalie said, hugging his arm.
"I think Chris's mating was what set off your wolf that night. It's like she knew you were meant to be with me." He smiled.
"Don't say his name, not right now." She sighed.
"Sorry," Alex said.
"I'm happy my first time was with you." She whispered.
"Not that it matters, but I am glad about it as well. To tell you the truth, I have experienced nothing quite like that before, and I have to say that it was pretty amazing." He grinned.
Rosalie blushed.
He leant in to kiss her. "I can't wait to experience more with you."
Rosalie's heart fluttered as she returned his kiss. He pulled her back into his lap again. His hands started teasing her again.
"Stop it; we are in a car." Rosalie whispered breathlessly. Though she made no attempts to move away from Alex,.
"Shhhh, it doesn't matter," he whispered back, his eyes filled with desire.
She wanted him to trust her. She didn't want him to think that she still had feelings for Chris. So she stopped protesting. When he took off her shirt, she closed her eyes and let herself be carried away by the passion of the moment. He threw her to the floor of the car. She could feel the road below them shaking as he took off her jeans.
She laughed as he awkwardly fumbled with her bra to get it open. Impatiently, he just tore it off in the middle of her cleavage. As he took her pants down, she lifted her hip slightly. Leaving her naked on the car floor. He worked on his trousers, removing them as he ascended on top of her and throwing them gratefully behind him. He planted a kiss on her lips, and she parted her lips to allow him to dance with her tongue. His lips traced over her whole body. She trailed her fingertips across his big chest, giggling joyfully.
"I need you," she breathed out raggedly while he was still exploring her body with his lips.
"I'm all yours," he whispered back.
He slowly pushed inside her. The vibration from the road increased her pleasure as he speared into her wet hole. His knot tightened inside her just seconds before he spilt inside her. Rosalie was covered in sweat and his scent as his head lay on her chest.
"Thrice within a day," she groned.
He chuckled softly, his warm breath tickling her skin. "I can't get enough of you," he murmured, pulling her closer. Rosalie smiled contentedly, feeling completely satisfied in his arms.
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As soon as the limousine came to a stop, Rosalie slowly opened her bleary eyes. Its gentle movement had put her into a deep slumber. The voices of people could be heard coming from outside. Her eyes popped open.
"Are we home?" She inquired. Even though the limousine's air conditioning was on, she felt stifled.
He mumbled to himself, "Yes, you slept soundly for most of the journey."
She licked her lips nervously. She wasn't exactly overjoyed at the prospect of getting out of the limo and facing the pack.
"Alex," she said, looking at him while her face was flushing at the thought of venturing outside. "How are you going out?"
Her enquiry seemed to amuse him. "Through the door."
She protested. "I'm not ready; I am having a panic attack. And I smell like you."
Fortunately, she had dressed up sometime during the journey, though her bra was torn up, so she was braless.
Laughing, he opened the door. "So, are you planning to hide in the limousine forever?"
Rosalie shrieked in surprise and bolted to the other end of the seat. He chuckled as he went out. He held his hand to her. "Come, love," he said.
She shook her head. "I'm not coming out."
He laughed once more, disregarded her protests, grabbed her by the shoulders, and pulled her into his arms. As the sunlight illuminated her face, she shut her eyes. Rosalie shuddered as the other members of the pack gathered around them, bowing their heads with a hint of a knowing smile on their faces. Rosalie groaned and hid her face in his chest as he carried her into Greystone Manor.