Samantha.
I sit on the edge of the soft king-sized bed. I'm picking at the threads of the khaki duvet cover, as Eli paces back and forth in front of me.
It is three in the morning. Even if I was at work, I wouldn't feel this tired. Trying not to slap his mother had drained all of my energy. Still, I am kept awake by Eli's presence as he ponders on what to do about our situation.
"You know we all could go to bed happy if you'd just reject me." He stops.
"Happy?" His eyes turn that black they did when he almost killed Gabriel. His face is distorted with anger and looks as if it's starting to shift into a wolf's right before my eyes.
He growls and grunts as he clutches his head in his hands. The popping sound of bones dislocating in and out makes me tense. He struggles with himself for a moment as if he doesn't want to turn. I would be lying if I didn't say I am so scared my heart is in my ass.
When he finally regains his composure, he rushes over to me and kisses me with such hunger. It is as if he is trying to eat me from the inside, slurping me out like shellfish. It's the best kiss I've had in my life to be honest. Now after he rejects me, I will defintely miss it. So, I kiss him back just as hard; kissing him like it is our last, because well it is. Our first and last kiss. What a very dramatic one-night stand.
His fingers massage the nape of my neck as mines run down his sides. We don't dare get any closer. Me out of fear and him maybe sensing that.
When my lungs start to burn, he pulls away panting. His eyes once again black but clearly not from anger, maybe lust? These creatures are interesting.
"Don't ever say that. I can't reject you. I know you are human, but you must feel something. If not, you wouldn't have kissed me back." He smirks at the thought of our little make out session.
I feel my face flush over and nod.
"No matter what I feel," I start, pushing my knees together realizing how wet I am from his lips. "I will not abandon my son for you."
His blue eyes are back and filled with tears that he seems to be trying to keep in.
"I would not expect you to." He sighs and sits beside me. He rests his head on my shoulder. His face pushes into the crook of my neck.
"If I reject you, I would have to take a chosen mate. I'd have to choose someone to replace you as my Luna." I stiffen at the thought of him with someone else. "Though my mother is still young and fit to hold the position, it is frowned upon for an Alpha to be mateless. Who would bare my children? Who would give me a son, an heir?"
We sit in silence, both knowing that there is probably no way out of this, where we are both happy. I am not leaving my son for this man, or any man and he is not leaving his pack for me.
"I don't want to." He stands up. "Get some sleep." He mumbles as he swiftly leaves the room. Leaving me to grieve over a bond I don't understand.
....
I wake up to a cream colored ceiling, and wrapped in white sheets that are not my own. I sit up abruptly as I remember the events of yesterday. What a long day it was.
I rub my index finger up and down my lips as I think of Eli's on mines and how it left a tingling feeling even hours after he left. I waited, but he never came back so I slept. Five hours later, it is 10 in the morning, and he still hasn't come..
I get up and throw my pants and shirt on. I slept in bra and panties last night. I walk over to the bathroom, and wash my face. I gargle some mouth wash I find in the medicine cabinet a little longer than normal since I have no toothbrush.
I stared in the mirror, my bun a mess. I take it out and finger combed through the knots with the help of some water. I pull my wet curly hair into a low ponytail and braid it to avoid it getting tangled again.
I look over at the massive, marbled shower. It has glass doors, a rainfall shower head, and body jets. It is tempting, but I refuse to use his shower. I feel unwanted here and uncomfortable. They don't want me here, he can't have me here.
I walk out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. I thank whoever is up above that I didn't get in the shower because there he is waiting for me. He's in a tight navy-blue button up and dark grey slacks. Sexy.
Eli.
The bathroom door flings open and out comes my beautiful mate. Her honey brown eyes glaze over my body as she walks towards me. She wants me just as bad as I want her. I can tell. Maybe it was the kiss we shared last night, or the bond finally doing its fucking job. Whatever it is I can smell the lust pooling between her thighs.
She looks like she has just freshened up. Her hair is moist and in a long braid hanging over her shoulder. Beads of water decorate her skin. I watch as the little beads of water travel along her collar bone and slowly down to her cleavage. I want my tongue to do the same.
It is ridiculous, me, acting like a teenage boy who just hit puberty and not being able to control the twitch in my pants whenever any girl walks by. However, she isn't any girl and it isn't just a twitch. My cock is harder than it has ever been and she is my mate. If she wasn't human, no doubt we would of been marked and mated 30 times over by now.
Before I can get deeper into my fantasy she clears her throat.
"What now?" She blushes as she stands a few feet before me. "Are you going to reject me?"
The hint of hurt in her voice is enough to snap me back into reality and oddly enough give me a little bit of hope knowing she cares. Unfortunately, it has to be done. I spent all night trying to figure out any way to keep her. I want so badly to believe there could be a way. I had my beta Tristian and my Gamma Gabriel searching the archieves in the library for any loop hole in wolf law for her son to be able to live with us. They didn't come back with any good news.
I stand to my feet and close the small gap between us. I embrace her in my arms and surprisingly she hugs me back. Her body shivers against mine. I'm not sure if she feels the sparks to or maybe it's anxiety forming in her chest. I want to know why she has so much anxiety and why she is so used to having panic attacks. I want to know how a little human was able to stand up to a strong Luna like my mother. Was it stubborness or bravery? Maybe both. Is her son the same? Does he look like her? I want to know him too. Shit, I want to know everything. Even why she believes in fucking aliens. I Laugh to myself, and she looks up at me confused.
"Aliens..really?" I snicker out loud.
"Hey!" She pouts reaching up and pinching the side of my arm, which doesn't hurt at all.
"YOU exist don't you?" She smirks.
Not without you I don't. I think to myself.
"I, Eli Romano, Alpha of the Sacred Moon Pack hereby reject you Samantha-" I stop. I didn't even know her last name.
"Greene." She looks up at me again her eyes watery and red this time. "My last name is Greene."
It breaks me more to see her that way. I didn't even know her last name. I don't have the privaledge to get to know her at all and I am already letting her go. I am selfish to my mate. I chose my position over her without giving her a chance to show she is worth me fighting for or going rogue. It can't end like this. My mother is a leader. She is strong and smart, but she is no Moon Goddess. She does not control fate and fate gave me, an Alpha, a beautiful human and her child to care for. Who am I to try and defy fate or our Moon Goddess?
"Look at me." I rasp out.
She tilts her head up again and I watch as tears spill out her eyes.