Blessed to the Luna
After finding his mate, Andrei, couldn’t believe his luck. Second chance mates had never been heard of before. When he finds his second chance at love he knows he’s got his work cut out for him. Sage is broken, after spending years in the hands of monsters. She finds herself in Andrei’s forsaken grasp. He’s just as tainted as her previous captors. Can Andrei prove to his mate that he’s different from her kidnappers and get Sage to agree to be his Luna? And what happens when a rogue boy enters their lives and stirs up trouble. Will little Jonah be the alpha’s redemption or his conviction when Sage declares she wants to keep him?
Andrei
The excitement still feels fresh, my entire body is buzzing. All that, and more, because I know that now, Sage is mine and officially the pack’s Luna.
I am woken by her wrapping her body around mine as she gets comfortable in her sleep. Her leg hooks over my waist, and I am more than content with the thought of remaining in bed with her all day, snuggled up close to her.
We are finally getting somewhere, and she trusts me. If she didn’t, Sage would never have agreed to let me mark her or asked me to do it.
That knowledge alone is enough to make my blackened heart leap with joy. Rolling on my side to face her, I brush her hair over her shoulder to admire my mark that lies etched into her flesh. I don’t think there is anything more rewarding or exciting than the sight of my mark, showing the entire world that she is mine. Mine and mine alone.
I brush my fingers over it, and she shivers, her eyes flutter open, and a sleepy smile spreads across her lips.
“Morning,” she whispers, snuggling closer and tucking her face under my chin. I hear her sigh as she inhales my scent.
My fingers trace lazily down her side to her hip. I don’t want to move, I am enjoying the sparks rushing over me everywhere her skin touches. My reaction to having her so close, with her naked body pressed tightly against me, is painfully obvious, I hope she doesn’t freak out. So for now I just enjoy the moment.
As time slips by, my pants become increasingly uncomfortable, and it will only be a matter of time before she realizes and shifts away from me. I remain still, soaking up as much of her scent as possible while silently dreading the moment she notices my situation.
Eventually, I will have to move, and she will freak out like she does every time. However, that scenario is something I really want to avoid, so I roll on my back with the intention of forcing myself out of bed.
Only when I try to escape Sage tugs me back. “Stay, it’s still early,” she whines, and I stifle a laugh.
Sage never pouts or whines, but now that she does, I can’t say no to her as she refuses to let go of my arm and keeps trying to pull me closer. Laying back down I pat my chest and she moves, tossing her leg over me again and snuggling her head on my chest.
I try to cross my legs without her catching on, but her thigh brushes against me, and I freeze. Time stops as I hold my breath, expecting the worst to happen. It might be a meltdown, or her fear filling the room, or worst of all – she might have another panic attack.
“Is that why you were trying to leave?” Sage asks with a yawn, and she tries to cover her mouth with the back of her hand.
“Yeah, I didn’t want you to panic, so if you just let me up, I can go get rid of it and come back,” I offer her, but she shakes her head.
“It’s fine, Andrei. Unless you’re uncomfortable.”
“Pretty sure I can manage.” I chuckle at her. Sage nods, her hand running up and down my stomach. My muscles tense at the trail of sparks her fingertips leave. “If you keep doing that, you will make me uncomfortable,” I warn her, grabbing her hand and bringing it to my lips to kiss her knuckles.
The newly forged bond connecting us lets me prod to gauge her emotions. One bonus of the mate bond, I can feel her emotions at long last. However, right now I can’t feel any nervous energy coming from her. Sage can feel me too, our bond must feel a hundred times stronger to her.
“It is stronger. She knows we won’t hurt her. She feels safe with us,” Donnie proudly tells me, and I can’t help but smile at his words.
At least she doesn’t think I am a monster, not in that sense, anyway. Sage doesn’t share the same opinion as everyone else, who believes I am the same dark Alpha, from a few months ago. Still, sometimes those urges spring up, but it is getting easier to fight them.
“Just remember to keep your head,” Donnie adds.
His insane urge to kill has completely faded. Not that he ever really shared the same bloodlust for their screams as I did. It has been gone ever since the moment we met Sage. Donnie’s desire to hurt others is now a mere memory as if he has had a personality transplant. If only I were the same, yet I don’t think I will ever get rid of the hatred for them. I doubt I will ever rid myself of the anger that resides in me, patiently waiting to be unleashed.
“What are you thinking about?” Sage questions, propping herself up on her elbow and looking down at me. She presses the crease between my brows, smoothing it out with her index finger.
“Nothing and everything,” I admit as she peers down at me like she is trying to figure me out. There is a worried look on her face, one I hate seeing on her. I lift my hand and cup her cheek. She leans into my touch. “I’m fine, Sage. Sometimes I become stuck in my head.”
She nods and leans down to press her lips to mine. She smiles against my lips when I nip at hers. My fingers tangle in her hair as I deepen the kiss. Her tongue brushes mine softly when I pull her on top of me, her legs straddle me, and without thinking, I grab her ass before I realize what I have done a second too late.