Page 14 of Moonlit Choosing Ritual

Aria held my cock in her hands and stroked it. I closed my eyes, savoring the feel of her mouth. I fisted her hair as she sucked me. This was what I needed. To let off some steam. I thrust inside her, imagining those puffy lips, sucking me, using my penis as a lollipop. Soft hands played with my balls and my body went rigid. My thrusts grew harder, greedier. Within seconds I spilled my cum inside her mouth, roaring, “Beeeeeeeee!”

Fuck. My chest rose and fell as I slowly opened my eyes, and found Aria staring at me in confusion with my cum dripping from her mouth. “Who’s bee?”

God damn it. I hooked my hands under her arms and brought her to my chest where I pressed her to me, my confidence cracking a little. I didn’t answer her question, just sat beside her on the mattress.

While Aria slept soundlessly, I dreamed of bumblebees and humans. Of humans taking over the werewolves. Of werewolves submitting to humans.

I jolted awake from the nightmare, feeling as if sanity was slipping through my fingers. It was already dark outside. Moonlight streamed through the window, casting a silvery glow over my bed. I took a deep breath and concentrated on the connection with my pack. As an Alpha, I could sense the bond with each member. Any shift in that bond would signal an attempt to sever it or the arrival of a new member. This connection granted me tremendous power, and this bond wasn’t present in Kimble, which made me jittery and desperate for no goddamn reason.

I rolled off the bed and my feet took me to the balcony. My muscles tensed when I saw that her room was dark. Not a singlelight was on. And it was only 9 PM. I sniffed the air, but her scent was faint. Uncanny dread knotted in my chest.

Before I could stop myself, I jumped off the balcony and landed on all fours two stories below. Lupin sniffed the air for her scent, anger and anxiety rolling off him. She wasn’t in the Alpha compound.

My wolf tore through the forest behind the manor, a tempest of raw fury. Each stride was like an earthquake, shaking the trees as he hurtled like a wrathful comet across the terrain.

Chapter 8

Kimble

I smiled at the lady sitting behind the counter of the Only Shifters restaurant and bar, who looked a bit like Shirley. It was 7 PM, and from the corner of my eye, I caught staff arranging chairs.

The interior was a vibrant blend of rustic charm and mystical ambience. Wooden beams crisscrossed the ceiling, draped with fairy lights. The walls were adorned with stag antlers and the framed wings of iridescent dragonflies. It was cozy with floor-to-ceiling glass walls, seats and tables arranged alongside them. The shingled roof had creepers, with orange flowers, running over it, and the smell of coffee and alcohol permeated the air. There weren’t any customers yet, but the place looked like it could fill up any time.

Jackie grinned and rushed to give her mother a hug. “Mom!”

Jackie and I had bonded over coffee at my apartment. She was the adopted daughter of her parents, and her mother, Megan, was Shirley’s sister. I had never seen such a cute, enthusiastic, and absolutely adorable girl in my life. Having lived in a neighborhood filled with mean girls and boys, Jackie was a breath of fresh air. She was so positive, always smiling, that her attitude was infectious.

Megan hugged Jackie tightly. “What are you doing here?” she asked, darting an amused glance my way.

“Aunt Shirley sent me to you to introduce your new recruit,” Jackie breathed, looking at me. “This is Kimble. Kimble, this is my mom.”

“My new recruit?” Megan said, bamboozled, sniffing me.

What was with these people sniffing each other? I felt like they were invading my privacy.

“Ummm—”

“Mom, you can call Aunt Shirley and ask her,” Jackie offered. “And I’m hungry!”

“Goddess!” Megan snapped. “Give an old woman a break!” Then she looked at me. “Come here, girl. What did you say your name was?”

“Kimble!” I said, clasping my hands in front. “I have experience as a waitress, and I can handle five tables at a time!”

Megan’s eyebrow raised in surprise. “You’re a human.”

Now I raised my eyebrows. “Yeah! We all are.”

Jackie pursed her lips, a flush rising to her neck, and avoided my gaze. Megan just looked… amused.

“Great!” Megan said, putting her hands in her pockets. “If you’re going to work here, you won’t look the wolv—I mean humans—in their eyes. You’ll serve them and not talk to them at all, apart from taking orders. And you’ll report to me if you’re mistreated or mishandled. The wolv—I mean the humans—out here tend to get angry fast.”

More rules. I stifled an urge to roll my eyes. It felt like everyone was trying to protect me as if I were a porcelain doll. Her stipulations were odd, but I agreed, “Sure!” How could I pass up my only opportunity to earn money?

“You’ll be here from 6:30 PM to 11 PM. If I need extra hours, you have to work, but I’ll pay you overtime.”

“Yes!” I squeaked. “I’ll do anything!”

Megan rolled her eyes. “I’m doing this for my sister, not for you. You’ll be paid $50 per shift. Now come to the kitchen with me. I’ll introduce you to the staff.” She looked at Jackie. “And you, my piglet, sit over there.” She pointed at the farthest corner. “I have something very important to talk to you about.”

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