"Then I; Celeste Morales rejects you Zil..." Zillon acted as quick as his heartbeat when he crashed his lips against hers. He wasn't even sure of his actions until it was already done. The bad thing was that he had kissed her without permission, but the good thing was that he had stopped her from rejecting him. Should he pull away now then? He should, but somehow he couldn't bring himself to. Her lips tasted as good as the first time his lips had touch them despite how dry they were. They tasted like her scent; minty and not that he had tasted lavender before, but they had a hint of that too.  He couldn't help himself, he had to get closer, he had to have more... Climbing onto the bed, he brought his hand beneath her chin, using a finger to lift her head. His lips moved slowly against hers, exuding the passion hers wasn't and though his hand aimed to pull her closer, hers on

Celeste took up her bags off the floor and waved at the doctor. "Thanks for saving my life and also for the early discharge." "You're soon to be Luna, you don't have to thank me, I'm just doing my job as the pack doctor." Luna? Celeste wanted to laugh at herself but smiled at him instead. The bondage around her arm proved that she wasn't Luna material, but maybe this doctor's conviction came from the solidity of words. If so then... "I'm not a future Luna, my position has yet to be confirmed. I'm an omega, the bottom of the hierarchy, you don't have to show me respect...my rank is lower than yours." With that, she gripped her bag straps tighter and walked pass him. She wasn't going to be the Luna of the pack, she wouldn't entice the idea or give the pack members hope. They didn't deserve to be lied to, to be played like Zillon played her. What they deserved was a strong Luna who

She was nervous, more so when the door was pulled open, revealing the alpha and Luna of her pack. As usual the Alpha's face was stern, depicting nothing but austerity. His aura was powerful, his scent even stronger than Zillon's. Unsurprisingly, that made Celeste's nervousness reign a little higher and the fact that the Luna only stood, twisting her neck like a peacock while she looked at her made it even worse. Celeste took a shaky step back, bowing her head as a sign of respect and submission. "I...I...good evening sir, good evening ma'am, I'm Celeste." Seconds went by and nobody answered, she felt the need to look up, to see their expressions, but she was too scared to, so instead, she continued. "I-uh...I'm...I'm Zillon's current mate." More time ran out and her heart rammed against her chest as if it was trying to break out of it and what made it worst was the stern voice that broke the silence.

"That is none of your business, mom." "It is my business, Zillon. We are your parents if your dad spoiled you as a youth, I didn't...I did my best to properly groom you and look what you turned out to be; a selfish little brat." "I'm not selfish and I'm not a brat either. She's mine, Celia is mine too...what do you want me to do?" "None of them is actually yours until you choose. Have you ever heard of someone having two mates? When Celia find hers, you'll realize how easy it had been to choose from the start, because she'll definitely chose him, if not now, then sometime in the long run." "She won't, it's evident that she loves me." "That love will disappear like yours should've when she finds her mate. I really can't believe this, that girl up there has to be suffering because of your stupidness, she must be in so much pain...and I pity her if she chooses a bastard like you ove

"F*ck..." Zillon cursed to himself, running a hand through his head of black hair. Even now he couldn't come to terms with what he had done. It really wasn't his intention to hurt her again. He had promised her peace, promised to pay her back for all the bad things he had done to her and instead of doing that, he had made everything worst. Her eyes had been filled with so much pain and confusion. It was obvious that she didn't know what to say or do...she was trapped beneath him, unable to free herself, unable to make her own choices. He really wished he hadn't went to that room and he wished the urge to touch her hadn't been strong enough to overwhelm him. That poor girl, if she didn't hate him before, she sure as hell hated him now. It was evident in the way she looked at him, the fear, the vulnerability...he had certainly broken her more than she had been before and he regretted it. He regretted a