The Bloodlust Alpha - Chapter 11: Chapter 11

Hestia remains impassive as she stands there tall and collected. Cladded in a simple navy blue blouse and dark ripped jeans, she stands in across from me with her hands clasped together in front. Her blonde hair swept into a tight bun to showcase the mark and canine indents Landon had left there. I should feel a tinge of resentment, envy-- anything.
But I don't.
My gaze ran over the thick black marks down the curve of her neck, the puncture wounds and Landon's mark tatted onto her pale skin. The mark of an Alpha shown proudly on the right side of her neck.
She felt my attention flicker to her mark. Her wolf grew uneasy from how the situation was looking. She felt the pretenses of a fight insinuating. A fight she knew she'd lose.
She watched me carefully. Her hands balled up in worry, her eyes hesitantly shifting between me and the floor. She tried to pick up on any indication of my aggression. Tried to cope a feel of my aura. She didn't want to risk being attacked but at the same time her pride was on the line.
Her pride as a Luna.
Not that she had much to begin with.
So she kept up a front to the best she could. She said nothing but at the same time, I felt nothing. No anger. No sadness. No annoyance. No pity. Nothing. The earlier display of pure killing intent from my wolf, silenced. It was scary how deathly calm I was. Had I grown too tired of it all? Had I grown numb to everything relating to them? To see the woman who had been so valued over me even to my mate, trembling in my presence not enough to bring me some type of pleasure? The lack of satisfaction from the way their attitudes had changed toward me was puzzling. It's not as if it was my goal to make them regret. I wasn't pinning for some sort of reaction like that, but if they did, it wasn't bad either.
Was it because I grew stronger or was it just them who grew weaker? Was there much of a difference in the first place?
"I think you know why I'm here."
She mutters lowly. She doesn't elaborate. She really doesn't have to. That tiny flare of anger that burned within me started to resurface. My wolf growing increasingly annoyed from her intrusion.
This tasteless, pointless, aggravating topic that refuses to disappear along with these people.
We had this sort of stare down. Neither of us giving in, but as the seconds progressed, the more power I was emitting out. She struggled not to let it show on her face, but she was feeling the oppression of my dominance. She was crumbling oh so slowly and my wolf took pleasure in it.
"No, I don't know why you're here. Rudely unannounced, might I add. But do enlighten me."
There's a hint of mock in my tone. It surprised even me when I heard it. I hadn't planned on giving attitude, in fact, I planned on staying calm and composed but clearly that wasn't much of an option now. Hestia flinched, mouth slightly gaping when she found herself at a loss for words. The viciousness in my tone dripping with venom.
So much venom, she didn't know how to respond for a minute.
"I- I'm here to discuss the situation."
She swallowed. I see her eyes drilling into the floorboards. The look of reluctance on her face as she stared at the floor.
"Our situation."
I rose a brow.
"We don't have a situation. Nightwake and Greyhound have no truce nor do we have any pack related conflict with one another. As far as the pack is concerned, we don't have anything to do with each other."
Hestia shook her head and gave me a pointed look. Her cool facade cracking as she stepped forward. The collectiveness she tried to maintain fell away as her shoulders dropped.
"No, Selene. None of that pack politics crap. You know what I'm talking about. You, me, Landon and the fact that you two need to get back together and stop this nonsense with Raizel-- that is what I'm talking about."
she sighed exasperatedly and walked over to me. Grasping my forearm in her hands she pulled me toward her with a pleading expression.
"I-I know what happened was wrong. I know it isn't fair for you, but you have to understand that this is the Goddess' will. We can't ignore it anymore. You and Landon are meant to be. It was wrong of us to believe otherwise. It was wrong of us to try to change our fates. You and Landon belong with one another as I do with Raizel-"
"Don't call him by his first name."
I snapped, glaring down at her as black began to ink into the whites of my eyes. The flare of bubbling anger grew into a flame of rage. I snarled, my vision going hazy from the outrage pulling from my wolf. She attentively stood with her fur bristled and tail standing straight. Her ears pointy and lips pulling apart to showcase her bared canines.
She didn't like Hestia addressing Raizel so familiarly.
She didn't like it one bit.
"Raizel does not belong to you."
I ground out. I had to bite back the 'he belongs to me' bit that was so close into spilling out. My wolf who hardly ever did anything impulsive, forcibly tried to take control. I held her down. We both knew she was more than capable in killing Hestia regardless of blood relation since we detached ourselves from our "family". That made holding her back that much harder.
I didn't need to ruin my reputation by killing a Luna just after making my first real debut. I doubt I could even raise my hand against her, knowing that she's with child. Even when that child was the product of betrayal on behalf of the mateship of wolves.
Hestia's eyes widened from my tone and she stumbled back. She swallowed down the rest of her words.
I could practically smell the nervousness in her system.
My wolf fed off her fear, feeling drunk off authority and power over her. Hestia's wolf submitting completely while pressing herself onto the ground but her human side refused to yield. Her pride and ego got in the way of her judgement.
"You- Are you seeing him?"
She asked quietly.
I don't give her an answer. I just stare at her with the same livid expression I had on when she snapped my last string of patience. My lack of a reply answered her suspicions.
"You are."
Tears started welling up in her eyes. Her hands covered her face, a sob wracking through her as she took in a shaky breath.
"Why? Why him? Is this your revenge for taking Landon from you? You have to understand we were in love! We were in a relationship! A relationship that didn't last but we were trying our best. Things changed and now, we're ready for our true mates. You and Landon were always meant to be... it just took us time to realize that."
I narrowed my eyes down at her. She wanted to play the victim? Like her whole relationship with Landon was innocent, pure love? As if it hadn't been the cause of unorthodox pain and destruction?
"Tragically, I'm not interested in hand-me downs."
I cross my arms over my chest and lean against the edge of my desk. With the way she spoke, she sounded like she was giving Landon over to me. She spoke like a little girl giving her used toy away. A toy she might've been seeing Landon as.
"I'm sure I've said this before, so it would be nice if you all listened. I told you, Alpha Walker and his Beta,that I didn't want him. I don't want any part in whatever delusion you all share. You may have come up with this elaborate plan but don't include me in it. I don't want any part in it. Your relationship status has nothing to do with me, so stop including me in your petty discussions. Walker was never mine to begin with and I have no intention of trying to change that. Im a busy person, Luna. I don't have time for childish games. Leave me out of it."
Hestia grinds her molars together with a tight expression pulling on her face. She sucked her cheek in, eyes darting to the side before warily raising them to meet me. Her slightly swollen stomach a lot more obvious from the shirt she wore.
"Selene... please. There's no denying we've wronged you, no denying that Landon has wronged you, but please forget about his rejection. He regrets it now. Regrets it so badly, and so do I. You've made yourself more than before, Landon sees that. He now knows you're worthy of him and the Luna title. You made your point across, everyone understands now. I- I'm not cut out for his Luna thing"
She gestures to herself as her tears freely spill from her eyes,
"I'm not strong enough. But you are. Save Nightwake. Save Landon. Save me."
She presses her lips together,
"I'm still your sister."
Seconds go by with her just looking at me. She awaits my reaction, her concentration pin pointed on my face to look for any signs of what I would say. But my face is blank. It's as blank as an empty canvas when inspiration doesn't hit the artist.
And all of sudden, a cruel laugh pulls from me. A body shaking, full blown laughter thrown on her face.
"Goddess."
I laugh, wiping a stray tear from the corner of my eye.
"You think my refusal of Walker is only because of the rejection? You think I came back for the man? Do you hear yourself? You think me to be so hung up on his rejection that I built myself up for him? To make myself appeal to him? No man is worth changing myself for. I didn't come here to seduce him into wanting me after all I've accomplished. This contempt I feel for him isn't even a silver of the burning hatred I feel for all of you."
I smile when I see her wince.
"The rejection broke me. I admit that. But what ruined me is what happened after. Betrayed by my own blood. Sent straight to the pack after the threats of the rogues were sent. You all wanted me to die. You all willingly sent me to Death's door. The Goddess was so hateful to have me watch a whole pack burn to the ground and I was incapable of doing anything about it."
Hestia's eyes widened. A look of dread on her face when she realized that I had known about the warnings. The lot of them must've assumed no one else knew about their betrayal. The warnings that were sent by the rogues themselves. It'd teach them to be more wary of me.
"The horrors of what I've faced up until now is what changed me. Not because of my non existent love for Walker. I'm not some desperate, naive wolf who pants after a male who never wanted me. Much less got another female pregnant and made her Luna. Get that through your head, sister. You're the Luna now. You chose this path, so don't you dare even think about throwing me into this mess when each and every one of you was so insistent in keeping me out in the first place."
I press my lips thinly, pushing myself off my desk and stopped in front of her. The tidal pool of anger washing over my calming but secretly brewing in the center of my chest.
"It's too late for regrets, Luna. You put too much at stake for you to change your mind now. Our blood relation has little to do with our situation so do both of us a favor and refrain from using such a pathetic excuse. You won't get a semblance of sympathy from me. Understand I wouldn't hesitate to burn you all down if given the professional reason to."
My eyes drift down to her stomach before I turned and strode over to my chair. Hestia stayed rooted to her spot. She didn't know what to say. What she could say in this situation when she had nothing to defend herself with. So she just stood there dumbly.
She stood there as her head dropped the slightest bit and she opens her mouth.
"I loved him. I loved Landon with all my heart."
Her blue eyes connect with mine,
"Was loving someone so bad?"
I don't let my face slip. I just stare at her with terrifying numbness to her words.
"I know. I knew you loved him, and I knew he loved you. It's why I don't use your relationship as the foundation of my hatred. Even if you hadn't sent me away to Duskfall, I wouldn't have interfered. It would hurt, yes, but I wouldn't have tried to steal him from you even if he was soulfully mine. Even if it meant going against the Moon Goddess' plans, I would've stayed away. Because you loved him."
Flashes of them smiling at one another, flashes of Landon's rejection, flashes of the pain I went through lit up my mind. The pure agony I faced to reach where I am today, resurfacing like a fresh wound kissing my bare heart. The lingering sting reminding me of why everything had turned out the way it was.
"I don't hate you for loving him. Hell, I don't hate you for taking him from me before I could even claim him as mine. As a sister; your sister- i would've accepted your decision. As his mate, i would've accepted his wishes for his happiness. Even if it damned near killed me, I would've let go had you given me the time to accept it."
I pause, looking down at my Greyhound ring. The horrid memories coming into my mind like a tornado of destruction, tearing open the wounds I had tried so hard to seal and sew together.
"The rejection was just a stepping stone of the reason for my distaste for all of you."
I glance at her. The frustration embedded itself into my skin as my soul yearned to release all of the anger I felt pulsating through my wolf and I.
"I hate you, not for falling in love with him, but for everything after that."
I smile when her face screws up in confusion. My wolf resting in the back of my mind, allowed me to vent my anger. She knew I needed this. She knew I needed this confrontation with my own blood to cleanly break ties with the one person I thought cared for me form the beginning. The one person who, before I found out Landon was my destined, I viewed as the most important person in my life other than my mate.
"I hate all of you for making me hate myself."
Surprise flickers in her gaze. My words cutting deep into her shows in her eyes. Whether if it was out of regret or sympathy, I couldn't make out. Not that it necessarily mattered. It wasn't my goal to pull sympathy from her with those words. I didnt want anyone's pity, much less from one of them. I didn't want anything other than my peace and their distance.
Hestia's betrayal had hurt more than anyone else's
The sister who I had grown up with, cared for, devoted my love to had been the one to twist the knife in my back after my mate had been the one to plunge it there.
But that's where I went wrong.
I trusted and expected too much from her.
I depended on her rather than depending on myself.
And it was the reason for my downfall.
My weakness that I wasn't aware was there, the cause of my demise.
"You can leave now, Luna. I believe our conversation is over."
Hestia's mouth parts to say something, but her eyes fall to the ground as if she thinks better of it and decides to clump her mouth shut. She gives me a brisk nod, not looking at me anymore and turns to the door. Her fingers just about wrapped around the metal knob when she says over her shoulder without looking at me,
"I'm sorry."
And I smile, even when she can't see it. Even when this was the coldest smile that ever graced my face. Even when every fiber inside me was urging me to do the complete opposite. I smile, not for her but for me. The most numbing expression I learned to force onto my face.
"You're not."
She stills for a moment and without making any other sound, leaves the room. The door slowly closing behind her with the faintest clicks and her footsteps ever so slowly blending into silence.
His calloused, rough hands run up my bare thighs. The need and euphoric thirst for him enraptures my mind as captive. The need to pull him closer, get him closer, have him closer run in every which way, clouds my senses until I can't think straight. Heat sparks in my lower abdomen, my stomach tightening from his body pinning me down. His scent deliriously putting me into a lust induced haze. The feel of his warmth engulfing me in a possessive lock between his arms make my morality weak.
I can't focus on anything but him.
The way his hot fingers grasp onto me like a life preserver. The way I could feel his hard chest press against my breasts; my nipples grazing down his skin sinfully as he moves. The shudders raking down my spine from the way his fingers press into my skin. The movement of his chest enthralls me. Rising up and down rapidly from the excitement he can't conceal. The raging heart beats pounding against his rib cage that matches mine.
The same excitement I feel as his lips latch onto my neck hotly.
He sucks, he kisses, he nips, he bites.
He throughly marks me as a lover would.
He marks me possessively, laying claim on me like he wants everyone to know. He wants anyone who ever sees these marks to know I was his. That even if he wasnt physically standing beside me, he was still there. That he had stained me.
Not only physically, but in my soul too.
His very own poison seeping deep into my core.
"Goddess, you're beautiful."
He grounds out. His canines grazing over the skin of where his mark would be placed. His lips flutter around the junction between my neck and shoulder, leaving kisses along the path he took. I writhe under him. Almost coming undone when he thrusts his hips against mine. The utmost pleasure he brings me with his mouth pull out traitorous moans of pleasure. My hips lift from the bed to grind against his and he moans on my neck. The most sensually seductive sound I've ever heard, feed my inner desires.
His fingers leave my waist to run down my hips and eventually slip between my legs. I gasp into him, his mouth catching my long moan of wanton need. The fire I felt reaching new heights when he pushes my underwear to the side.
"Raizel."
I whimper, his middle finger slides down between my wet slit. I take in a sharp breath, unconsciously rolling my hips harder against him so he'd reach the place I needed him most. The sparkle in his eyes told me he understood my intent. The unearthly want I have for him, make me feel everything ten times more sensitively. I can't begin to explain the lust clouding over me. It's more than just the carnal desire for physical intimacy.
It's more than just sex.
It's a reassurance of emotions. Reassurance of feelings we share with one another. He looks at me and withdraws his fingers away from my clit. Raizel doesn't comply to my wish. He leisurely slides the pad of his finger down my slit, coating his digit in my liquid arousal. The face of pure desire on his face make me pulse under him.
My pussy quivers, the walls convulsing together in willingness. I can feel myself getting wetter from the intensity of his gaze. The hot, thick streams of possessiveness and dominance I feel him radiate is enough to make me tremble with desperation.
Images of all sorts flash through my mind. Enticing images of what he can do and what Id allow him to do. The man hovering before me with his arms at either side of my head is stripped naked.
The smooth muscles bulging from his body and flexing with every little movement he made had me feeling lightheaded. The tautness of his physique let me know he was holding back. His restraint slowly chips away the longer he teases me but he continues his sweet torment anyway. He watches me pant out my want for him. I feel desperate, I feel needy but I'm not ashamed of it.
He made me feel like even the most shameful of acts was nothing I should feel ashamed for.
His index finger joins in to rub into my slit. I whine, throwing my head against the mattress and lay myself bare to him. My chest arches out when his finger finds my nub, teasingly rubbing at a slow pace with the intention of driving me crazy. He wanted me delirious for him until I couldn't say a word other than his name.
"That's right, my love."
He whispers into my ear. His teeth nip at my earlobe and I groan, shutting my eyes tight. He lowers his head down to my shoulder and slowly moves up my neck. The bridge of his nose trails up the curve of my neck and I gasp out in pleasure. His musky scent filling my nostrils as I arch my back. His digits quicken and I moan into his hot skin.
"I can give you this pleasure."
He breathes out huskily. His own tone is dripping with desperation. He sounds pressed, almost like he was held down and chained to the grounds of his mind.
"Only I can bring you to this high."
Raizel's head ducks down, his lips brushing against my jaw and going even lower. They drop to the collarbone, down the valley of my need breasts, my navel and then he pulls away to kneel. His grey eyes cut to me when I look down in confusion. The smoldering, heated fir sin his eyes only growing when he takes my thighs in both of his hands and pull them apart.
My eyes widen in surprise as a yelp rips from my lips.
I don't have the strength to say anything but I know, Goddess, I know I want him mouth on me. He knows that too.
And so gives it to me.
His tongue darts between his lips to lap at my arousal. Raizel doesn't hesitate to take my bud into his mouth. Tugging, sucking, licking. I squirm under him, feeling myself reaching my high inch by inch. I cry out his name, my hands finding their way to weave into his hair and I tug on it. His silky locks tangled around my fingers, brought little comfort to the raging fire in my lower abdomen. If there's one thing I noticed, Raizel loved it when I did that.
He loved the feel of my hands running through his hair. He groaned, the vibrations from his voice sending tingles down my spine at his pleasure. His lips brutally pulled in my bud, teasing me to no ends.
He flattens his tongue to run up my slit and I moan. His slick, wet muscle doing wonders to my body as my toes curl up in anticipation. I feel so rigid when I feel it. His tongue plunged into my warmth, swirling in and out, thrusting back and forth like he was a starved man. The eagerness of his tongue served to tempt me harder.
His fingers grip onto my hips, holding me in place so that I don't squirm away. He continue his merciless attacks. The euphoria his mouth provided had my mouth hanging open in a silent scream. It felt so damn good.
He felt so damn good.
"Raizel, ah that feels- oh-- fuck me."
I cry out, closing my eyes harder from the stars I was beginning to see. It kept guiding up. The high, the drug known as Raizel put me through, grows higher and higher.
I feel him smile when he halts his torture. Out of breath and devastatingly weak to his touch, I open my eyes to peer down at him. His long lashes hoods over his dark eyes but the look he gives me is unmistakable. His eyes are narrowed with amusement, lips pulling into a smirk.
Raw seduction.
He slightly pulls away from between my legs and moves closer to my inner thigh. I watch him curiously when he displayed his head down and lays a kiss at my flesh,
"I intend to."
He nips at my skin, teeth grazing a little harder with his hold around my thigh tightening. I can't help but let my gaze fall over to his crotch. My mouth waters at the sight that welcomes me. His thickness that I feel my pussy tightening for, unclothed and hard. His length, large and veiny-- completely delectable just from sight. I wonder briefly how it would feel to stroke him. To run my tongue up his shaft and take him in my mouth fully.
"I plan to take you ruthlessly, intense, brutally,"
Raizel moves up, crawling over me until our noses touch and his forehead presses against mine.
"-and thorough."
Ohhh fuck. My legs clench together. The huskiness in his deep voice that was laced in temptation wrought out matched fervor to feel him inside me. To feel my nails dig into the skin of his back and leave my very own marks. It didn't help when he was rubbing the tip of his nose down my neck, my body shivering up in response from the sensitivity of my nerves. Every single thing he did, lit me up. From his grunts of pleasure, shallow breathing, slight motions to get himself closer to me by pressing his chest against mine.
Everything pushed me further and further into his abyss.
"I want to take over you completely, Selene."
His hand leaves my thigh to cup my face. His four fingers hold up my chin, his thumb swiping across my bottom lip. I look at him with unwavering eyes, and as stupid as it sounds, I trusted him whole heartedly. His eyes darken. Slowly, his probes his thumb into the opening of my mouth and I let him.
I don't resist when his thumb pushes past my lips and meet my tongue. I savor it. Like some possessed being, I suck on his digit, enjoying the sweetness and satisfaction I got from the action. Raizel watches appreciatively, his face contorting in absolute bliss. He approved of my compliance, taking note of how I trusted him in leading this.
"Until you can't think of anyone other than me."
He kisses my forehead before resting his against mine.
"Until you can't stand the thought of ever being apart."
His arms loop around my thighs and he pulls me toward him. I feel my ass press against his thighs and something thick sliding on my slit. He moans, licking his lips as he looked down between us. I knew immediately since then, it was his cock. My lower lips throb with need, my desire to take him whole doubling in bulks. My eyes widened as I feel him grind, his cock moving back and forth deliciously between my wet folds.
Slowly, tantalizing and utterly infuriating, he snaps his hips back and forth excruciatingly lazily. He knows damn well what he was doing and what it's effect on me was, but he pushed it aside. He just watches me with a small smirk, his hair slicked back from the sweat beginning to glisten on his chest. I hold my breath when the tip rubs on my clit. A groan escapes me.
Pleasure palpitates through my veins from his actions. The slight pressure from his rough hold on my hips, encourage me to tease him the way he teased me. Slowly, my hips move to his rhythm. I allow myself to grin against him cock, Raizel now freezing in surprise before giving out a guttural moan.
His hands find themselves on my hips, gripping tightly as he moves a little faster to my thrusts. He's slipping from his restraint, and for a second, I ponder about what it would be like when his restraint snaps. I don't have time to dwell on it because it does.
It snapped.
All of a sudden, Raizel holds me down harder. He prevents me from moving my hips, but not to the point it hurt. His jaw clenched, muscles taut and tight from his stiff posture.
"Tell me you want this."
He whispers breathlessly. I open my mouth to stupidly ask him what he meant, but only managed a sharp gasp when the tip of his cock nudges at my opening. I groan, trying to sink my hips onto him, but he pulls away.
"With words, my love."
There's a hint of amusement in his voice. Though the deepness and roughness of it, remind me he's feeling every bit of sexual frustration as I did.So I wrap my arms around his neck, tugging him down me and nod.
"Please, Raizel."
A breath leaves him as he lays an affectionate kiss on my cheek.
Then he kisses my nose, my jaw, my chin and finally, he leans down to kiss me on the lips-
And then my eyes snap open.
I blink, letting my eyes focus on what I was seeing. I was in my office. My head laying over my arms that folded across the desk. Stiff and slightly hurting, I crane my neck to the side and groan out when it stings. I don't know since when I'd fallen asleep, but judging from the fatigue over my body and the darkness outside the window, I guess it must've been for a while. The last I remember was Hestia leaving after our exchange and then I remembered it.
The dream.
The dream I had woken up from seconds before.
Another fucking dream.
This was the seventh dream I had, except it had gotten a lot further this time.
A dream in which I was shamelessly glued onto Raizel. A dream where I had been so bold to actually grind against him. A blush makes its ways to my face when I recall the scenarios playing in my head. The things said, the things done. Whether it was my inner desires or just the Raizel Effect, I wasn't so sure. But one thing I was sure of, was that I needed to get an underwear change. I could still feel his hands on me, his tongue, his lips, his breath-- everything.
It felt so real.
Like he was truly there holding me and pleasuring me. Like we had indulged in each other in the most intimate of ways. I shake my head from that daze and nearly scoff at my thoughts.
Truly, I needed to get laid-
"Must've been a nice dream."
My eyes widen, my body frozen still when his voice penetrates the silence of the room. It was only now that I smelt him. His intoxicating scent of musk and cologne. I swallow, wetting my bottom lip with the tip of my tongue as I turn in my chair. My eyes fall onto him standing at the door, his back pressed on the wood and his hands jammed into his dress pockets.
The black dress shirt unbuttoned and neatly tucked into his pants.But I don't have time to continue surveying him. He breaks the tension once again with his cutting words.
"Do elaborate what you meant by 'Please, Raizel'."
He smiles when my face reddens.
"And in full detail, of course."