Their Desired Luna
Kyan has lived with the shadows that cursed his family for generations. Born as an Octavian comes at a price; Kyan was no ordinary werewolf. No, Kyan lives with a monster far older, and a curse bestowed by the original Moon Goddess Celeste.
When he finds his mate, he rejects her. She thinks he hates her, but little does she know he is trying to protect her. But temptation becomes too much when Jonah, his best friend, takes a keen interest in her, and jealousy becomes too much.
Now Kyan must choose either to try to break the curse or lose her to his best friend. There is just one thing; his curse is that of his Lycan’s, forced to love and lose, cursed to kill his mate. So what happens when he finds her? Will Marabella meet her demise, or will she be the key to breaking the curse on not only him but that of his Lycan? Or will she meet the same fate as every woman in his family’s curse?
Jonah
Two weeks later
Argh, what the fuck? What in the actual hell am I supposed to do to get a whole fucking night’s sleep around here?
The decision to suffocate the little sod couldn’t be taken lightly, under any circumstances. However, only this time, I am pretty sure suffocation is the only way I can get some rest, some alone time, and an actual full night of sleep. No fucking interruptions or whining about anything. Just sleep, blissful, calm and wonderful sleep. Just the thought of a good night’s sleep is turning me on, which I have never experienced before. Who would have thought I could get hard on over the thought of restful sleep?
“Sleep is the new wet dream,” Jax mutters.
A rather annoyed growl slips from my lips as I gather enough strength to roll onto my side. I close my eyes and try to force my mind to listen to my voice as I whisper the fucking never-ending mantra. “Breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe out,” I whisper it for another three times and groan.
I bring my hand to my face and barely restrain from facepalming myself. Instead, I pinch the bridge of my nose and swallow the growl that is already forming in my chest. “Nope, I still want to fucking suffocate him,” I mumble, completely defeated. I am so fucking annoyed that I flip off the tent ceiling.
Why, oh why, did Kat have to make me his partner? I don’t understand, all my life, I have thought she loved me like her family, but apparently, there is some hidden hatred if she thought this is a good idea. God fucking damn it, this has to be a punishment for whatever sins I have committed against her. Nice, now even my mind is losing any freaking sense – that’s for the lack of sleep.
I can nearly feel the frustration radiate off me as I glare at the sleep thief. Every night, every goddamn night, he keeps stealing my dreams away. I swear, he is doing it on purpose.
At the beginning, maybe not. Perhaps then, it happened here and there by accident, but I believe since he knows how easily he can get under my skin – now, he’s doing this on purpose. Bitch.
“Don’t do it,” Jax growls in warning just as I sit up and grab the pillow. By the time I reach his bed, I am already clutching the pillow and I hold it over Eziah’s face. My wolf’s warning sounds like nothing but a distant memory, floating through the darkest tunnels of my mind.
Don’t do this. Don’t do that. But, mom, I really want to! I really, really fucking want to smother the little shit!
Jax refuses to step back. He goes as far as trying to nudge to the surface, well aware that he can take over control with ease since I’m too tired to remember how to breathe properly, let alone stand against a full-grown asshole. I mean wolf. Yes, my wolf.
He growls at me and pulls on my hands to pull the pillow against my chest. I grit my teeth, refusing to let him have his way. I’m ready to kill, destroy and sleep over the corpse of this snoring, whimpering fucker. “I am putting him out of his misery and mine,” I bark at Jax. If my wolf won’t let me be, by the end of this adventure, I’ll dye his fur pink and make him look like the gayest wolf in the woods.
I know Jax has something to say, but his attention, the same as mine, is caught by the sleeping beast himself, lurching upright in his sleeping bag.
Eziah’s breathing is hard. His whole body is drenched in sweat and he keeps blinking his eyes as if he’s trying to click through one of those old cameras that holds photos.
His head snaps to me and Eziah finally stops blinking like a maniac when his eyes go extra fucking wide. I don’t know, I’m too tired to think anymore.
“What the fuck, Jonah?” he snarls and smacks the pillow away while he still struggles to catch his breath. Asshole. First, he takes my precious moments of rest, and now he’s abusing my pillow. The nerve of this guy is unreal. I’m so telling his mom!
“What the fuck? For your information, I was about to do a goddamn public service, cost free. If not me, who else would sacrifice their sanity to get rid of the sleep thief?” I snarl at him, my voice low and dangerous. He has to catch on the damn warning, because later on, there will be none. The next time he takes my wet dreams from me, I will kill.
Eziah glares at me. I don’t care how dangerous he thinks he looks. This is the guy who fears my little sister, so no way in hell am I going to feel any emotion, other than amusement, whenever he glares at me.
I raise an eyebrow as he puts his head between his legs and focuses back on the stupid attempts to catch his breath. Serves him well. Maybe now he will understand how hard my life has become after the shit he is pulling on me. A little loss of breath will never compare to the hours and nights I have lost because of him.
With a groan, I flop back down on my sleeping bag, trying to fall back to sleep. I don’t think this smartass understands how amazing my dream had been before he stole it. Just minutes ago, I was in my dreamland, watching the beauty of Mara bobbing her beautiful, perfect, sinfully sexy little head. What makes the dream even better is that she was sucking on my cock, licking it and dragging her tongue across my length like it tastes better than her favorite lollipop.
A deep, almost painful sigh leaves my lips. It was perfect, so goddamn euphoric, but of course, this bonehead ruined it.