"Rachel, this is Isabella. She is the Alpha's mate." Ava replied, gesturing to me. She came over and gave me a crushing hug, smothering me before she released me from her chokehold. "I have been hearing a lot of rumors about you, but they made a terrible mistake by omitting your beauty." "It is a pleasure to meet you, ma'am." I replied as she showered me with compliments. "Don't be silly, child. Call me Rachel, ma'am makes me feel so old." "Alright ma'am, I mean Rachel." They both laughed at my expense. It would be hard to start calling elderly people by their names, because we don't do that back at home. "You two can have your seats while I prepare something. That little rascal had me so busy that I couldn't cook. Please don't mind the state of the house." "Thank you, but I will have to reject your offer. We already had street food, and if we have anymore, I will puke. Besides, it is already getting late." The sun was going down, and I didn't want Richard to get worried. "
I woke up as early as 8 a.m. the next day to start preparing for the ceremony. The ceremony will be held on the soccer field in the evening. Preparations were being made, and everyone was going about their respective work. I started off the day with a much-needed shower, until my body was as smooth as a newborn. Ava came over, and together we went to get a special spa treatment. I was washed, scrubbed, and waxed until I looked and felt like a hairless cat. We went back to the fashion house for the fitting and to also check how far they had gone with the dress. They pretty much sewed the clothes in less than 24 hours. What was left were the finishing touches on the dress. The dress only required a little adjustment. They took note of it, promised to work on it, and had it delivered to my doorstep the following day. "What do you intend to do about your braids?" Ava asked as we were getting closer to the packing house. "It is a bit rough." "Honestly, nothing. I was just going to lea
We were seated on the floor, our butts on the cold tiles, our faces buried in several layers of facial treatment. We pretty much look like aliens with the green treatment on our faces. Empty bottles were lying around in waste while Ava was telling us, rather loudly, how her mating ceremony went.For a werewolf, Ava was pretty lightweight, so she was already tipsy. It was a struggle to get her to censor her story, as she proceeded to give us the X-rated version of the story. I wasn’t interested in hearing how she was tied up and how Ian had his wicked ways with her, so I tried as much as possible to tune her out.Apparently, it was also in the law that the people to be mated shouldn’t see each other until during the ceremony. It is pretty ironic that a week ago, I wouldn’t give a damn where he went, but now I can't bear to part with him. The need to be with him was becoming unbearable. I needed to touch him and feel him inside. I can’t wait till we get fully bonded.I blamed it on the
Ava had come with her entourage, consisting of a makeup artist and hairstylist. I went to the bathroom to take a shower since there was no time for a bath. I came back dressed in my robes while they were set to work. I sat in front of the mirror as the makeup artist applied it to me. I opted for something light because I'd still have to shift. My hair was rolled into a low bun, sleeked with a styling gel, and styled with decorative stones and pins, and I was helped into the dress. The dress fitted just perfectly, accentuating my waist. I moved closer to the mirror and twirled, loving the way the clothes fit on my body. "You look so beautiful, Bella. Richard is one hell of a lucky man." I felt warmth flush through my limbs at her words. My smile was so wide, my lips threatened to tear. I opened the box of jewelry the former Luna had gifted me, and with their help, I put them on. Yeah! Ava was right; it really brings out the color in my eyes. I looked out the window; beyond the tre
The full moon was finally upon us. Just by glancing around, one could feel the impact of the moon, couples being overly touchy. Some were even making out, not caring about the press. The pack was having fun, people getting drunk by the minute. Richard's mother and some elders had left after I was ordained as the Luna. I would give it to her, she tried by attending the ceremony. No one would scold her if she didn't, but she did. Maybe she wasn't all that bad. She was just looking out for her son. After the ceremony, I will go see her. We were practically families now; I can't continue avoiding her. I was about to take another sip of the drink when I felt tingles on my thighs. "We are going to be very busy tonight, so don't get drunk." "Busy? Don't tell me Luna's activities start immediately." I whined. It wasn't what I signed up for. I would want nothing more than to dive deep into Richard's pillow and sleep, with his scent surrounding me. "You will love this activity." He wriggled
I couldn't remember exactly what happened, but all I knew was that we were in our room, his tongue down my throat. I was in his arms, and his back was on the door. We parted for air, and he looked at me, two orbs of fierce gold staring at me. He dived in again, pressing his lips against mine. I held his shoulder to stabilize myself from the onslaught of emotion I was feeling. His fingers ran through my hair, scattering the work the stylist had carefully done. He latched his lips onto my skin, placing an open-mouthed kiss on my mark before sucking and nipping at it harshly. My core throbbed just like my mark, and I threw my head back as a breathy moan escaped my lips. I held on to him, struggling to stay upright. Breathing is becoming difficult as he pays attention to my mark. Suddenly, I was picked up and placed on his waist. I wrapped my arms around his back as he walks over to the bed, making me stand close to the edge. I watched as his lust-filled eyes roamed my body before his
I woke up to a wet tongue on my core. It was licking me from top to bottom, devouring me. Before I knew it, I felt his tip on my entrance, and bam, he was inside me, carrying out his wicked ways on my body. He kept on pistoning into me with calculated movement, stimulating my nerve bundles, until we were both wiggling messes on the sheets. It continued throughout the night until the wee hours of the morning; I lost count. We experimented with different positions, my body was turned at a different angle, and I knew that day that I was flexible. We awoke fully in the afternoon with dried cum on our thighs. We were too spent to drag our bodies to the bathroom after that intense activity last night, so we slept off but now I was regretting the choice. Richard smiled as my eyes met his; his light brown eyes had been peeping into mine, observing me. "Good morning, love. How are you feeling?" I was about to reply when an unladylike yawn came out of me. He chuckled before bopping my nose a
I woke up feeling more refreshed and energized. Richard was snoring beside me, his arms loosely wrapped around me, his legs carelessly thrown over my body, and his messy hair all over the place. I was itching to run my hand through it. He looked so relaxed and peaceful in his sleep. Hot air escaped from his slightly opened mouth. Purple discoloration was littered all over his neck from where I had bit him. A shadow was forming on his jaw, and it was giving him an edgy look. Unable to resist, I reached out to smooth his eyebrows. I am jealous. How can his eyebrows be better than mine? His eyebrows were long and soft, well aligned, as if he had trimmed them. But he had reassured me that he didn't do any of that when I questioned him. I watched the soft lashes that framed his eyes. It was long and curled. He had a long, pointed nose that fit his small face. He shifted closer and I froze, my hand hanging in the air. "Have you finished gawking at me?" He suddenly whispered as he opened