Her Possessive Alpha

Chapter 54: FIFTY-FOUR

In her feelings

“What is the point of it if I can’t be fulfilled with my mate forever?”

Ava knows it’s because of his annoyance with her that he’s saying those words, his annoyance

with the fact that she can’t be with him forever. She heard the question well but it’s a question she

doesn’t want to answer, or rather, a question she cannot provide an answer to. She decided to change

the topic by telling him about herself.

“My home, the moonlight pack had a lot of different laws, the supreme of all which was the law of

the betrothed Luna. For decades, they never abided by the mate bond when it came to their alpha’s

mate, they always went ahead by pre-arranging a union with whoever was deemed fit to be joined their

future alpha at a young age. Other pack members were allowed to be with their destined mates but not

the one that was chosen to be the Luna, me.”

Lucas showed interest in her story, and decided to present his own questions.

“But the goddess’s mate bond is such a beautiful thing, why did they do that?”

“They always say its because the royal bloodline of the moonlight’s pack alphas was sacred and

could not be corrupted by mixing with blood from another pack, that’s why they always ensured that the

Luna’s were chosen from within the moonlight pack, long before the alpha would meet his true mate.”

Lucas knew the reason for this law. “They were scared that someone who is not of moonlight

heritage would have a claim to the leadership and change their former customs in the future.”

Ava didn’t know if it was the truth or not, but there was a lot of sense in what Lucas just said. She

continued the conversation.

“I was betrothed to alpha Ray when I was just a baby, taken away from my parents after I was

chosen. I never knew who they were, and they were sworn to be anonymous and never ever reveal

themselves to me, though they remain in the pack.”

“But, that’s terrible.”

“It is, but it’s how it’s done in my pack. They believe that the betrothed Luna should never have a

normal childhood, so as not to interfere with the busk sessions, where I was groomed to be the Luna,

the pride and beauty of the pack, to serve my husband and my people well, a position many she-

wolves envy and would kill for.”

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They had just shared the deepest parts of themselves with each other, parts of themselves they

would have never discussed with another person, Ava had never spoken about her parents and Lucas

of course had never spoken about his curse with anyone, not until now.

In all her years of growing up, attending busk sessions, Ava had never thought that her mate

would be a problem, she’d always thought that rejecting him would be easy and then she’d be back to

her duties with him out of the way, but he didn’t give up on her, even after a rejection. Her kidnapper,

her abductor, she never thought she’d feel this way for him. Why did the moon goddess have to mate

her with someone so clingy? Why moon goddess? Why?

She didn’t like the way she was feeling at all, and the worst thing is that she let it all happen, she

knew that in the end of all this, she would have to leave him in the long run, but she knew she’d be

lying if she told herself, it would be easy. These things she was feeling for him, she didn’t know what to

call them, but whatever they were, she knew it was going to give her a hard time later.

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Ava didn’t realize when she had slept off, she and Lucas had slept for a long time as it was now

almost midafternoon of the next day. She was awoken by the feel of a hand caressing her body;

Lucas’s hand. As soon as he saw her eyes open, he placed his hand under her chin, tilting her face in

his direction as he leaned down for a deep kiss, biting her lower lip.

He kissed her senseless, until kissing wasn’t enough, until she was mindless, breathless with the

same urgent need that drove him, a low moan of pleasure rising from deep in her throat as he

worshipped her beauty with his eyes and his hands, with large hands that caressed her ever so gently,

demanding nothing, asking for everything.

There was no hesitation in her, even after all she’d pondered on last night, and in spite of the cool

forest breeze that filled the cabin, her skin was warm, heated by the desire that burned within her. She

was a woman, with a woman’s needs, and he fanned the embers of her desires until she was ready for

him, until she cried his name, her voice thick with passion and a hunger that needed to be satisfied

once more.

Excitement fluttered in her stomach; anticipation made her pulses race. His tongue was warm

against her throat, his hands gentle as he caressed her.

Closing her eyes, she surrendered in the wealth of sensations that he aroused in her. Colors and

images flooded her mind, shattering into rainbows of shimmering crystal as his body merged with hers,

her body arched to receive him fully, her nails racked his back. she moaned softly; her senses

overwhelmed with sensation. In a distant part of her mind, she realized that she was feeling everything

that he did, his yearning, not only for their physical joining, but for the sense of belonging that he found

in her arms, as she found it in his. Pleasure engulfed her until she felt as though she were drowning in

pure bliss, a pleasure so intense it was almost painful, and then she plunged over the edge into

ecstasy, and at last fulfillment unlike anything she had ever experienced. Rolling onto his back, he drew

her up to his side, his arm holding her close as her breaths released onto his chest. How could

something that should have filled her with revulsion feel so wonderful? How? And why?