Page 25 of The Alpha Wolf Defying Fate

“There were three sisters in the beginning. Who knows, maybe you have some lineage you don’t know about to one of the other two.”

She smiled brightly. “You think so?”

I couldn’t help but smile back at her as I nodded. “Yeah, there is no way a line as strong as the Crete family isn’t related to one of the three sisters.”

Her eyes softened with her smile as she looked back at me. “You’ve never admitted that my family is strong before.”

I bit the inside of my cheek as I saw how much that straightforward comment had meant to her. The memories of all the days in our school years when I denied her power and refused to acknowledge that she was a match for me, as we competed every year for top marks. A time when I thought that it would somehow undermine my own power and family to acknowledge that someone was just as strong as us. Just as in tune with their magic and shifter lineage as myself.

It had always been the one thing that she demanded me to acknowledge, to just admit that she was just as good as I was. Just as strong and powerful, but I never gave that to her, until now.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t admit it to you sooner,” I finally said. “I always knew, though. Like I said before, you’re not a damsel in distress. You’re a god damned warrior princess.”

She smiled widely at me. “You’re god damned right I am.”

We both laid back on the soft grass and looked up at the moon. I could hear the lulling song of the river again, like a serenade. The moonlight gleamed down on us like a spotlight, sparkling the lightning bugs as they floated in the air around us.

It was all too perfect of a scene. Far too tempting to resist.

I looked over at her. My finger brushed along her cheek as she turned and looked back at me, our eyes locked and reflected the same burning desire. And the same unwavering resistance.

Chapter Twelve

Sasha

Iletgoofall the reasons to not give in. I let go of the fear, the doubt, and most of all, I let go of the belief that Ayden was my enemy.

In the past several days, traveling together, he hasn’t done a single thing to earn a place as my enemy. And even despite what I have said and done to make him my enemy, he still treated me like an ally.

So, I gave in to the pull of the bond.

I threw my leg over his hips to straddle him, my palms pressed to his chest as I flattened his back to the ground. His eyes stared back up at me with surprise, but his hands didn’t hesitate to hold on to my hips, a hardened bulge already pressed against me.

“What are you doing, Rigel?” he asked me calmly. His eyes held the answer to his own question. His wolf pushed forward to stare back at me.

“The bond is only going to get stronger,” I said, using the truth as the perfect excuse for giving in. “It will become distracting and will only put all of us in more danger. May as well give The Fates what they want.”

His arms wrapped around me, our bodies spinning around so fast I couldn’t tell which way was up from down until my back was against the ground and Ayden stared down at me.

“I can’t argue with that logic,” he said as he leaned down closer to me.

Our lips hovered inches apart. Our breaths mixing as we both panted, our hearts both racing and our eyes staring into each other’s in search of a hint of retreat. But I refused to back off. I was never known to be a person who did not finish what I began.

I closed in the gap between us, my lips pressed to his. The taste of his lips mixing with his scent as the lightning bugs around us seemed to glow brighter, as if recognizing the pure magic weaved through the accepted bond.

I told myself that this didn’t mean anything. That even if we sealed our bond, we could still both choose to walk away. We didn’t have to seal our fates to one another for eternity. But always in the back of my mind, I knew the truth. There was no backing away from the magic of The Fates.

His tongue swept over my lips, a moan rumbling in his chest beneath my palm. I opened to his beckoning, the taste of him more intoxicating as his tongue swept across mine, exploring my mouth as if to claim every inch of me. As he pulled back, I gasped quickly, pulling in air and stared back at him, his thumb tracing over my now swollen lips.

“I’ve dreamed of doing that for years, but I could never have dreamed that you’d taste so sweet.” He dipped back and claimed my lips again before I could respond, my arms wrapped around his neck as his body ground against mine.

I could sense his increasing need, mirroring my own. The heat inside me began to raise to dangerous temperatures.

My wolf howled excitedly as she urged me to keep going. She wanted me to fight him for control, to lead and submit all at the same time.

I bit down on his lip to soothe her demands and arched my hips up against his own, grinding against him in the same way he ground against me. I gasped as his hand wrapped around my neck, not tight enough to stop my breath, but enough for me to feel the pressure there.

A moan escaped from my lips at that touch. An odd excitement blossoming inside my chest at being controlled in such a way. I never in my life would have believed something like this would be such a turn on, yet the evidence was clear.

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