Olivia Blake
I was out.
Out as in, not gonna be his monkey in his circus.
I headed for the door, bare ass naked but he followed me. The confrontation was expected, he wouldn't let me go without more of a fight – you didn't need an Alpha-for-dummies book for that to read loud and clear.
“Olivia.”
I had two options, run as fast as I could out the door and be caught by him, likely minutes later or stay in the cabin and explain clearly, I was done with him.
Turning to face my mate, it saddened me to realize I had to leave such a good looking idiot because he was such a compulsive liar! Like where did he get off?
He approached but I held out my hand to stop him.
“Don't touch me.”
“Olivia, I know you're upset about Lara but...”
Wow, I was impressed, he'd figured that all out on his own... it sorta tripped me up enough for him to notice.
Caleb cleared his throat. “Maybe it should have been more of a priority, but it wasn't to me.”
“Yeah, well, you moved your ex-whatever into the house. Like, what the fuck, Caleb!” I ground my teeth together to try and process all the things I wanted to yell at him. “And she's a total nut-job and you expected me to just – befriend her!”
“I never told you to be her friend--”
“But you put her in the house with us!”
“My brother is dangerous, Olivia, what other choice did I have?”
I hated how everything he said was so right all the time, even when it was annoying as all hell. “You should have told me.”
“I planned to but I hate having to deal with all this, when all I can think about is mating you.”
Oh god, admittance of his stupid behaviour? I felt so strongly toward him, it made my heart pound weirdly. “No offence but you sorta ruined that!”
“How did I ruin it? By not telling you Lara used to find comfort with me?”
“Ugh, why do you have to say it like that... like you used to cuddle or something...”
“I didn't just fuck her, Olivia, I took care of her. She suffers otherwise. She has a lot of anxiety and issues, none of which Jackson has ever took an interest in caring about. I try my best to still help her and Krissy. Someone needs to.”
“Like, by fucking her?”
“I haven't fucked her since the day Jackson took her from me.”
I swallowed hard from that information, he almost looked pained from it too.
“Olivia, I'm begging you, do not leave me because of this.”
Why did he look so fucking sad? It pissed me right off. I wanted to slap him, I wanted to beat him – pound my fists into his solid muscled chest and after, walk away. None of that was gonna happen though, because instead of hating him like I so badly wanted, I had an irrational desire to jump him.
He stepped into my space bubble, lowering his lips to mine and I stiffened in anticipation of his kiss but it didn't come.
“Do you still want to run from me?”
I whimpered at the thought, reaching for his cheeks to grab and kiss him. He caught my wrists though, halting all my neediness.
“I would never break your trust or hurt you, Olivia, I feel I've proven that--”
“You've hurt me.” I cut him off, trying not to smile. Hurt me as in throw me around, spank me, and make me call him dirty names.
He growled, sending me backward till my back came in contact with the door. “Hurting you in order to get you wet, doesn't count.”
“Oh my bad...”
His mouth met the side of my neck and he bit into me. I grabbed ahold of him, hoping he'd pick me up off the ground and fuck me in the air.
“I'm taking you back to Silvermoon, mated...” He stepped back from me suddenly as I gasped from the sudden loss of his warmth. “Get outside and run a bit, make me work for it.”
“Caleb...” I stared at him stunned, my heart raced from the idea. How big would he be mated, on top of me... sealing our bond forever?
I was desperate to know what it would feel like, I just hoped I could shift. I stepped out the door and felt the wobble in my knee. He'd nudged my lower back to help me along. I wasn't weak, it was just pure nervousness. There was no running this time, no escaping and absolutely no rejecting him.
He came around me fast, jumping off the porch into his sleek wolf form. I expected him to approach, take me forward but he waited at a distance, lowering his head with a subtle patience that had him licking his lips.
The need to shift agonized my wolf. This was it and I would comply with his wants but not before having just a tinge of fun. I leapt off the rickety porch toward him, hoping I'd shift as I collided with his sturdy side that gave way under my random attack. He slid across the ground as I stood tall and he growled but all I felt was delight, because everything inside me felt in place, even with my need to be a brat.
'Olivia.' The warning tone of his voice in my head was a clear indication I was in trouble. He went to get up as I bound into the woods at full speed, away from him. That wouldn't last long, the away part – Caleb, or I suspect any Alpha on his game, wouldn't be shown up by a she-wolf. His definite size over me and stride length was many of his amiable Alpha qualities that would end with me tackled in the meadow grasses minutes later.
Worked up was a light term in description to Caleb's new mood. He took my scruff in his jaw and pinned me to the ground. I didn't have enough time to wiggle or play with him, his weight was enough to immobilize me. I had no control over my need to present myself to my mate, shifted and in our truest forms. I saw why Caleb had wanted this, it made it much more legit and primal. Instinctual and fucking... I yelped as he pushed his wolf head into me to seal our natural mating bond. My wolf submitted and went numb, accepting him as her fate – like a total slut. God, she was no better than me really and his wolf was no better than him either. He humped me into the dirt like the damn animal he was and right before he finished the mating, he sunk his teeth a bit deeper on my scruff, breaking the skin to cause the scar all mated she-wolves wore with pride.
'Shift.' He growled, loosening his jaw on my neck.
I worked up the gumption to prepare myself to face his human features again. Would he look different?
When he pulled back and let me go, I shifted and fell into the cold grass. Then his arms were around my waist, turning me to face him and the starry sky. He scooped my face with one palm and kissed me, muttering something like good girl or that's what I heard. His lips left and he nestled his stubbled face into my neck, licking at where he'd marked me. I bubbled with warmth when he did that, yearning for his cock inside.
My fingernails dug into his bare back but he loosened my hold, hushing me – because for whatever reason, I was whimpering like a puppy under him.
His strong grip took control of my quivering jaw. “Are you cold or excited?”
“I-I don't kn-know.”
“Let's go back to the cabin.” He pulled me off the ground and shifted in front of me, waiting for me to do the same but I couldn't.
I was exhausted... I had no more adrenaline to pursue another shift. I was mated and I felt the warmth dripping down the inside of my thigh because of it. He'd emptied all of himself inside me and I hadn't even known against the euphoria of the mating. No wonder I couldn't shift.
I swallowed the embarrassment. “I can't shift.”
He nudged me onto his back and I climbed up him, having that view of my mate made me realize just how much bigger he was than me shifted. He carried me back to the cabin and I slipped off, waiting in front of him as he returned to the walking sex image he normally was.
“My Luna.” I blushed from the sheer enjoyment he had when he grabbed and kissed me.
Now a living reality, I really was the Luna of Silvermoon; consensual she-wolf to the Alpha and his pack for the rest of my life.