"K-kai" I managed to say, my voice shaking with desire and a hint of pleading as I tried to maintain some semblance of composure amidst the waves of ecstasy that washed over me.
My breathing was labored, each breath coming out in uneven gasps as the intensity of the pleasure consumed me.
The past 60 minutes had felt like an endless wave of pleasure, and I was at the mercy of its intoxicating current.
I let out a soft, involuntary moan as his lips brushed against the sensitive spot behind my earlobe, trailing slowly down to my neck with aching tenderness.
Each kiss sent sparks dancing across my skin, leaving me trembling in their wake. "Hmm?" he murmured between kisses— playful, knowing, completely aware of the effect he had on me.
"Sl-slow down…" I whispered breathlessly, even as my body betrayed me— arching closer instead of pulling away. My voice was unsteady, barely more than a sigh caught between pleasure and surrender.
Every nerve was alight; I couldn't suppress the overwhelming rush of sensation no matter how hard I tried. It felt too good— the kind of electric bliss that short-circuited thought and left only feeling behind.
But deep down? I didn't want him to stop.
Even as the words left my lips, they rang hollow—a half-hearted plea from someone already lost in him completely.
"I can't take it anymore" I gasped, my voice trembling with the weight of it all.
My words were barely a whisper, drowned out by the pounding of my heart and the rush of sensations in my brain.
But rather than immediately stop, he replied with a playful smirk, "Really?" he teased.
I met his gaze, my breath ragged and harsh.
His tone softened when he asked, "Do you want me to stop?"
My eyes locked onto his dark, mesmerizing gaze, which seemed a bottomless depth more profound than the Pacific Ocean itself.
The teasing atmosphere evaporated, replaced by a quiet intensity.
My vision slowly came back into focus, the hazy blur lifting as I stared deep into his eyes—those endless dark pools that seemed to hold secrets too vast for words.
There was something there, unspoken but felt: a question, a promise, maybe both. Without trusting my voice again, I shook my head softly.
"No," I whispered against his lips— just one syllable, fragile and fierce all at once— before pulling him into a kiss that said everything words couldn't.
It was warm, hungry, sure… and it carried the quiet understanding that this wasn't ending— it was just beginning again.
Another round awaited us—one more storm of touch and breath and feeling we were both eager to lose ourselves in.
…
"Sleep tight, princess" he murmured softly, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead.
His voice was warm and tender, laced with affection that made my chest ache in the sweetest way.
As his breathing slowed and his body relaxed into sleep, he pulled me closer, wrapping his arms around me like a protective embrace.
Nestled against his chest, I listened to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat— calm, grounding, soothing— like a lullaby composed just for me.
Each beat echoed through the quiet darkness, syncing with my own fading thoughts as I drifted deeper into comfort and safety.
In that moment, wrapped in his warmth and love's quiet promise , there was nowhere else I'd rather be.
Was it the blanket keeping us warm or the heat of his body radiating against mine in a way that felt far too intimate to ignore?
I couldn't tell.
And for once, I didn't care to.
It was strange— so unlike me— to linger like this, wrapped in silence and afterglow, feeling instead of just moving on.
We'd had sex before— plenty of times— but it had always been fast, primal, about release rather than connection. Just two people chasing relief in each other's arms.
But tonight? Tonight was different.
This wasn't just bodies meeting. This wasn't just need or hunger or friction under dim lights.
This… was making love. Slow, deep, full of meaning in every touch and glance we shared. There were no walls between us now—only honesty written in our breathing and heartbeat syncopated beneath my ear.
Lately, he'd been behaving differently—more attentive, more affectionate.
It was a drastic change from the distance that had come to characterize our early years together.
Our marriage, a product of circumstance rather than choice, had never really been about love— at least not from his end.
It was a fact I accepted long ago, yet somehow managed to find bittersweet solace in his presence.
But now, something had shifted. The way he held me, the gentle affection in his touch—it went beyond mere duty or obligation.
Was it possible that he had learned to see beyond the constraints of our loveless union? Or was it merely wishful thinking on my part?
And as I lay there against his chest, safe and utterly seen for the first time… I realized something terrifyingly beautiful:
I might be falling for him all over again— and this time , it feels real.
My name is Valencia Blackwood — heir to the Silvermoon Pack, born of moonlight and power, destined to lead as Luna. My father rules as Alpha, and one day, I'll step into that same role.
But beside me stands Kai Ryker… my husband.
An Omega in a world where bloodlines and strength dictate worth.
He was my senior, the campus heartthrob. Cold, distant, almost untouchable. To most, he came off as arrogant— driven by ego and pride, caring little for anyone outside his own world. Yet somehow… I was drawn to him. Against all reason, I became his quiet admirer— the girl who watched from afar with a crush too loud to ignore.
Then one night changed everything.
One moment of weakness— or maybe it was fate— we both gave in under the haze of alcohol and emotion.
I didn't plan it— I never meant for it to happen. It was just one impulsive night, tangled in emotion and alcohol, when the walls between us came crashing down.
And in that fleeting moment... we mated by accident. No promises, no intentions—just raw connection that changed everything forever.
That night was a whirlwind of reckless abandonment and sensation, fueled in part by the alcohol and my own inhibitions.
Lost in the heat of the moment, I surrendered completely—mind, body, soul.
But morning's harsh light of clarity shattered any lingering euphoria.
Panic gripped me.
How could I— the future Luna— mate with an omega? And if my parents ever found out…
My heart pounded in my chest as fear clawed at my insides.
But when I looked at him— so peaceful in sleep— something inside me softened.
All the fear, the doubt, the weight of expectations… it melted away.
His face, so calm and beautiful in the morning light, made me believe I could face anything— even my parents, even tradition.
For a fleeting moment, I thought I had the courage to fight for us.
Then he woke up.
And with a coldness that cut deeper than any rejection before, "Forgot everything that happened." He said.
Just like that— the warmth vanished. The hope cracked. And there we were again— not mates, not lovers… just strangers tangled in regretful silence.
How could we ever go back to pretending nothing happened— after we'd shared the same bed, after we'd given ourselves completely to each other, after the bond had been sealed?
That night wasn't just passion—it was connection. And now he wanted to erase it like it meant nothing?
Like I meant nothing?
The mating was real. The pull between us was real. And no amount of denial could undo what our bodies and souls had already claimed.
I felt a knot tighten in my throat.
"We can't just go back to normal," I forced myself to say, my voice wavering. "We... we mated."
He let out a slow, heavy sigh—the kind that carried the weight of something unsaid.
"You're a Luna…" he began, his voice low and careful.
"I—" I started to speak, but he cut me off before I could finish.
"And I'm fated to someone else."
The words hit like a blade wrapped in silk—soft at first, then searing. My chest tightened.
Fated?
I frowned, forcing myself to laugh it off even as my heart cracked inside.
"Well," I shot back, voice trembling just slightly beneath the bravado, "maybe I am fated to someone too. But does that really matter now? Not when we've already mated… not when our bond is already written in blood and scent."
But he didn't waver.
"Just forget what happened between us" he said again— like erasing us was that simple.
Like my heart hadn't already chosen him over fate itself.
It was hard. It was painful. But I tried my best to forget him—to put him behind me and move on.
But fate… fate had its own twisted sense of humor.
A few days later, the odd symptoms started— the fever, the nausea, the constant dizzy spells. And one thought consumed me like a relentless wave: What if?
No… my mind protested.
No way.
But the suspicion was there, relentless in its grip…
The chaos erupted the moment I confirmed it—my worst fear and wildest hope wrapped in one truth: I was pregnant.