Suddenly; it hits me like an epiphany … She just told me that they were out here before; and, Walter said that today’s intruder was a member from the Stratus Pack. That means that Brianna is from the Stratus Pack … and, her father is their Alpha … then; that means…
The Alpha that I’m arranged to be married to is actually Mr. Moneybags? My mate? The one who flat out rejected me before … he’s going to be my husband?
Hold on … Crystal; Brianna’s father … what’s his name?
“Casper Whitmore. Why?”
Crap! Is this really happening?
Another nighttime, gentle breeze passes by; and, my nostrils instantly pick up on the scent of marigold and burdock. … Bellona!
All of a sudden, Bellona ferociously lunges out from a nearby stand and leaps up; ready to pounce on Crystal. But, just right before making contact and crashing down upon her; Crystal vanishes into thin air.
I’m still reeling over the realization that I’m arranged to be married to the mate who despises me, and has already rejected me in no uncertain terms; but now, it looks like I’m not the only one who’s been overwhelmingly confounded. … Bellona seems as if she’s standing beside herself; with an evidently dumbfounded expression etched upon her wolf-face…
“What the fuck? What just happened; Pomona … where did it go?”
Without any hesitation … without even giving it a second thought … I immediately reply…
“Where did what go?”
Bellona transforms back into her human-form; then, takes her clothes from my hands…
“What do you mean ‘where did what go’ … I’m talking about that thing that was standing right in front of you.”
I blatantly, falsely deny, “What thing? There wasn’t anything in front of me.”
This was the first time in my life that I’ve ever lied to Bellona. I really hate having to do this, but I promised Brianna that I’d keep her secret; and, I have no intention on breaking that promise. Besides, even if I did decide to break it, and confide in Bellona; would she really believe me if I told her that she just tried pouncing on a nine-year-old, she-wolf’s inner-wolf? … I’m sorry, Bellona; but, I can’t tell you the truth.
As Bellona slowly dresses herself; she incredulously stares at me…
“So; what you’re telling me is, you didn’t see anything in front of you?”
“No; I didn’t see anything.”
“Really?”
Quickly becoming consumed with guilt; my eyes look downwards, as I softly utter…
“Really.”
I can almost feel Bellona’s discerning eyes scrutinizing over me; and, I glance upward to look. Bellona is staring at me; with an underlying, saddened disappointment evident in her eyes. She takes in a small breath; then, emits a low sigh…
“Okay, Pomona; if you say you didn’t see anything, I’ll believe you. … So; are you alright … you weren’t hurt; were you?”
Again; I look downwards, and softly utter. “No; I’m okay.”
“That’s good. … Alright then, let’s go home.”
Bellona walks off in front of me; and, doesn’t look back, nor says another word, during the entire way back.
Meanwhile; inside of an isolated DSD guardhouse located in the outskirts of the territory…
**Helena’s POV**
When I was seventeen, Alpha Gordon’s firstborn son, Alan, arrived; and, I was specifically chosen by the Alpha himself to be his son’s wife, once he turns eighteen … which happens to be in four months. My life has already been predetermined … I will marry Alan; and, become our pack’s next Luna.
However; ever since childhood, my only true love has been Walter Burns … who ironically happens to be Alpha Gordon’s nephew; and, Alan’s cousin. Therefore; my only true love has become a secret, forbidden love … one in which we must keep hidden from everyone else; and, one where we can only be intimate during the occasional, secret rendezvous.
Yes; I do feel a little guilty about sneaking around to be with Walter … but, truth is; if it weren’t for the fact that I’ve been obligated to be wed to the Alpha’s son, I’d probably already would’ve married Walter.
He’s wearing that same charmingly boyish smile that he’s had ever since we were kids … along with those same accompanying dimples, that can easily warm my heart and weaken my knees … as he tenderly cradles my naked body in his arms.
Walter’s also naked; and, I feel myself becoming increasingly flushed as our bodies cuddle up against one another. He gently skims his fingertips all over the bare skin of my upper torso. My body feels as if thousands of tiny sparks of electricity are dancing across my now over-sensitized skin; euphorically tingling, as I start falling into a euphoric state. My nipples begin puffing up; and, I feel a moistened heat slowly overtaking my entire crotch.
I lean my head upon one of his broad shoulders; wrap my arms around one of his arms; and, start rubbing on the rock hard, well-defined and striated, upper arm. Walter begins sniffing my hair; and, I burrow my face into the crook of his neck and deliver little pecks on it.
Shortly, he gently cups his hand under my chin and draws my head upwards to his face; then, he tenderly presses his full, firm lips against mine, and passionately kisses me. And, as we continue kissing, our tongues slip into each others mouth; and, they seductively wriggle about … tantalizingly gliding over their saliva laden surfaces.
Our tongues are still engaged in their little ‘dirty dancing’, when I suddenly feel Walter take a firm … though, not too rough … hold of my breasts in his hands; and then, he delicately rubs his thumbs in a small circular motion over my already aroused nipples. This heightened stimulation causes a wave of sexual ecstasy to flow throughout my entire body. … My vulva begins to throb; as my clitoris swells up, and pokes its way through my vulva’s labium.