"D-Damien," Emberlynn let out an involuntarily throaty moan as Damien's arms wrapped around her lower waist, pulling her closer to him.The feel of his body, the heat and warmth, Oh beautiful goddess Selene! Desire flooded into Emberlynn, even more intense than ever. Her senses heightened, and she was overly aware of her surroundings. But she didn't make a move to shove him as she would have done.Instead, she pressed her body into him, responding to his warmth."My mate, Emberlynn," Damien responded as if he was trying to clear the doubt that had once clouded his senses.This was the confirmation he needed; he believed so. Cadence wasn't just acting by himself as he had thought.Emberlynn was truly his mate and curse breaker. And he didn't need the ancient spirit to whisper that to him.Moving his hands up her face, he cupped it and leaned into her. He didn't know exactly what he was doing, but he couldn't control himself.He couldn't control his errant thoughts that seemed to be am
Emberlynn groaned, falling back to the bed, her eyes wandering to the white ceiling above before trailing to the open windows.The soft breeze gently brushed against the curtains, causing them to sway ever so slightly. Emberlynn closed her eyes, letting the tranquility of the moment wash over her.Little Wolf.Her eyes snapped open as she heard Damien's deep, husky voice in her head. She groaned again, turning about on the bed.She had managed to escape Damien, or she'd say he had let her escape. After the threat he had issued that if she betrayed him, he would kill her. However, he had said that indirectly, she understood the meaning.Emberlynn wondered what reasons she would ever have to betray him in the first place.Although she hadn't accepted to be his mate, she doubted her opinion mattered at this point. He had brought her to his pack to mate with her. Aside from the attraction between them, Emberlynn was well aware of the mate bond.She didn't have a wolf to confirm it, but sh
"Ember," The sound of Damien's voice made Emberlynn jump, and her lips parted to let out a scream due to the suddenness as she wasn't expecting anyone.But the sound was cut off by Damien's large palm on her mouth. He pulled her to him, her back pressing into his hard chest, and he whispered."What the fuck are you doing out here? I believed you were sleeping.""No," replied Emberlynn, her voice muffled.Then she shook her head.Damien turned her to face him, and he frowned at her. His eyes moved from her neatly packed white hair on top of her hair down to the brown fuzzy slippers on her feet. Also, she was in a dress—a midi plain white floral print dress with a boat neckline. Despite the modesty of her dress, he still very much found her exceptionally irresistible."Are you planning on seeing someone?" he rasped, clutching her hand and leading her towards the building he had seen her step out from.The building she was currently residing in. Damien didn't trust himself not to do some
Touching the pin on her hair, Emberlynn turned to Betsy as she swatted her hand."You are going to ruin it!" Betsy scolded.That was precisely what Emberlynn desired to do. She wished to ruin the hair, wipe the subtle makeup on her face, and slip out of the dress she had been forced to wear.The dress was modest and, at the same time, not so modest. She wondered if Damien had chosen it or if it was Betsy's doing, as she was the one in charge of her wardrobe now.Emberlynn wasn't made to pick a cloth for herself; Betsy did all that, and when asked, Betsy said the Luna wasn't allowed to do such a thing.Perhaps it was a good thing as she knew little to nothing about fashion; worse was she had yet to understand the styles of the pack house.But she'd have very much preferred to choose her clothes rather than let someone do that for her.The neckline of the dress revealed more than she'd have wanted it to. Part of her breasts were on display, and she imagined Damien berating her for showi
Emberlynn was enthralling.Damien was tempted to say it to her, but he wondered how she was going to take the compliment. Perhaps she'd look away and flush. That was the most reaction she had given to him whenever he neared or touched her.Even as he had sent a Variety of dresses to her maid, he had thought she'd be in one of the girly, modest, and luna-like ones.What he meant by Luna-like was a little on the modest and girl side.Although the one she currently was on didn't look any less modest, she was rather daring.The gown was a deep sapphire blue; the fabric clung to her curve in all the right places, accentuating her lithe figure.The neckline plunged daringly, revealing just a hint of her translucent skin, while intricate silver embroidery wound its way down the bodice."I'm sorry I am late; I didn't know that everyone would be here waiting for me," she murmured, tucking a stray hair behind her ear. She licked her lower lip slowly as he stepped towards her."One more thing,"
She didn't thank him for the necklace, Emberlynn realized. She had left soon after the announcement was made because Damien mentioned the ceremony taking place during the evening.Emberlynn sighed. Everything was going too fast. It wasn't like she had anticipated. She didn't imagine coming to the pack and, after two days, getting mated to an alpha she barely knew.She had tried convincing herself it was the goddess' wish, but each time, a nagging feeling throbbed at her heart.She didn't know what exactly her heart was trying to say to her, but she knew it couldn't be good."Am I changing out of this dress?" she asked Betsy as she breezed into the room.She was carrying a large, brown, plain box in her hands, and Emberlynn raised her brows, looking at her with curiosity in her eyes."Yes, yes," Betsy nodded, her eyes flashing with excitement. She peeled the scotch tape on the box, and she gasped as soon as she opened it."This is amazing," she cried out, looking at Emberlynn."What's
"Oh, Sweet Selene," Damien groaned as he sighted Emberlynn.Fuck! His eyes narrowed, gazing around him at the many eyes that leered at her. He saw the deep-seated lust, the hunger in each of their eyes that they were trying to conceal.His teeth gritted, and his hands clenched into fists. He couldn't resist the anger surging through him.Emberlynn was his, and they should respect that she was unavailable, yet they didn't mind if he was with them or not. They continued to ogle her as though waiting for when he would announce to devour her.The dress, a green emerald silk, clung elegantly around her body, the neckline, a V-shape that plunged daringly, accentuating the graceful curve of her neck and collarbones and even the swell of the beautiful skin of her breasts.No, he wasn't a pervert. He hadn't glanced at the dress before sending them off to her. He had only mentioned Emberlynn to the pack's tailor and ordered a dress to be designed for her.Perhaps it was the description he had g
Emberlynn didn't know how long they had been dancing; all she could think of were Damien's hands on her body, how firm they were, and not letting go.It felt like almost an eternity later, the music abruptly stopped, likewise Damien and the others that were dancing.All eyes were on them. Even as she was still locked in Damien's embrace, she felt the intensity of their gaze."What next?" she asked Damien, glancing at the stubble on his chin. She was barely reaching his neck, even with the heels she wore."Wait for the elder," Damien whispered back and stared down at her.A smirk formed on his face, and she saw the wicked glint dancing in his eyes. What was he thinking about? She wondered.Then she gasped as she felt his hand wandered down her body.What was he doing? Alarmed, she whispered, "A-are you feeling up my body?""No," Damien stated.He definitely was!Emberlynn glared at him and attempted to shove him. "Your hands are on my b-butt. " she pointed out, mortified that she could