Chapter 4 The Morning of The End

Levi:

The presidential suite was dimly lit, the curtains drawn to reveal the city’s skyline. The lights of Seattle twinkled like stars, a backdrop to what was about to unfold. I turned to her, my body close, my height towering over hers.

"Stay,” I commanded, my voice a whisper that brooks no argument. She swallowed, her chest rising and falling, but she nodded. Her obedience sent a thrill through me, a reminder of the power dynamics at play.

I stepped closer, my hand cupping her cheek, my thumb tracing the line of her jaw.

“You’re beautiful,” I murmured, my lips brushing hers. She shivered, her hands coming up to clutch my jacket. I deepened the kiss, my tongue demanding entry, tasting the martini on her lips, the sweetness of her surrender.

Her mouth was soft, pliant, and I groaned, my other hand sliding down her back, pulling her closer.

Her dress fell to the floor, pooling around her ankles like a discarded promise. She stood before me in nothing but her lace lingerie, her body a work of art. Her breasts were full, her waist narrow, her hips curving in a way that made my mouth water.

I groaned, my hands roaming over her curves, my fingers tracing the swell of her breasts, the dip of her waist, the curve of her hips.

"Fuck, you’re perfect,” I growled, my lips trailing down her neck, my teeth grazing her skin.

She moaned, her head falling back, her hands tangling in my hair. “Levi,” she breathed, her voice a plea. I smirked against her skin, my hands sliding down to her thighs, spreading them apart.

Her pussy was wet, her scent intoxicating, and I couldn’t resist. I dropped to my knees, my mouth hovering over her core. “Tell me what you want,” I demanded, my breath ghosting over her clit.

“You,” she gasped, her hands gripping my shoulders. “I want you.”

I didn’t wait. My tongue plunged into her, lapping at her juices, my fingers teasing her clit. She cried out, her hips bucking against my mouth, her walls clenching around my tongue.

I devoured her, relentless, my stubble scratching her thighs, my groans vibrating against her sensitive flesh. Her taste was addictive, her scent was intoxicating and her moans music to my ears. I could feel her building, her body tensing as she teetered on the edge.

“Levi, please,” she begged, her voice desperate. I stood, my cock throbbing, straining against my pants.

I shed my clothes quickly, my eyes never leaving hers. My body was hard, lean muscle honed by years of alpha dominance. I saw the hunger in her eyes, the way she licked her lips, her gaze fixed on my dick.

I pushed her back onto the bed, her body soft beneath mine.

“Touch yourself,” I commanded, my voice rough. She obeyed, her fingers slipping between her legs, her moans filling the room. I watched, my cock twitching, my control slipping. I needed to be inside her.

I gripped her wrists, pinning them above her head, my body hovering over hers.

“Look at me,” I growled, my lips brushing hers. She met my gaze, her eyes dark with desire. I thrust into her, my cock sinking deep into her wet heat. She gasped, her nails digging into my skin, her body arching against mine.

I moved slowly at first, savoring the tightness of her pussy wound my cock in a tight vice like grip, the way she clenched around me. But soon, I was pounding into her, relentless, my hips snapping, my groans mingling with her cries.

The bed creaked beneath us, the sheets tangling around our bodies. I was close, so fucking close, but I wanted her to come first.

I released her wrists, my hands gripping her hips, my thumbs pressing into her clit.

“Cum for me,” I demanded, my voice a command. She shook her head, her eyes wild, her body on the edge.

“Cum for me, Aurora,” I repeated, my thrusts deepening, my cock hitting her sweet spot.

She screamed, her body convulsing, her pussy milking my dick. I followed, my orgasm ripping through me, my cum shooting deep inside her. I collapsed on top of her, my heart pounding, my breath ragged.

She wrapped her arms around me, her legs tangling with mine, her lips pressing a soft kiss to my shoulder.

I pulled out, my cock slipping from her, her juices dripping down my thigh. I rolled onto my back, pulling her into my arms. She rested her head on my chest, her fingers tracing patterns on my skin. The room was silent, save for our heavy breathing and the distant hum of the city.

“That was…” she started, her voice trailing off.

“Unforgettable,” I finished for her, my hand stroking her hair. She smiled, her eyes closing, her body relaxing against mine.

She falls asleep curled against me, heartbeat syncing with mine. I should feel triumphant; instead, I feel tethered. The bond hums beneath my skin, not fading like it should.

Koda pushes forward, restless. Ours.

I shut him out. She’s human fragile, mortal. The council would never allow it.

I stare at her in the dim light, at the mark glowing faintly just below her collarbone. My mark. The mate mark.

Panic grips me harder than lust ever did.

If she’s mine, she’s in danger.

I press a kiss to her hair, breathing her in one last time.

She shifts in her sleep, murmuring my name, unaware that the promise pulsing beneath her skin is killing me to keep.

The mark glows brighter for an instant, gold light spilling across her collarbone like the sunrise that’s creeping up behind the skyline.

Koda’s voice claws through my skull. "You can’t leave her."

“If I stay,” I whisper, “they’ll find her.”

The Dawn has come too early, a treacherous part of me didnt want this night to end, it wanted to steal her for myself.

Her lashes flutter. She opens her eyes halfway, confusion soft in her voice. “Levi?”

I kneel beside the bed, brushing a thumb across her cheek. “It’s okay,” I lie. “Go back to sleep.” Before she responds.

I get out of bed and get dressed. She's going to hate me for what I'm going to do.

“I, Alpha Levi Kingston, reject you, Aurora Anderson, as my chosen mate by the Moon Goddess.”

The pain that shoots through me is enough to bring me to my knees.

She looks at me in disbelief and shock. She stubbles and I catch her before she hits the ground. The glow fades to nothing.

The look of hurt and betrayal I see in her eyes before she loses consciousness is the one I'll never forget.

I lift her in my arms savouring the feeling of her one last time, check her heartbeat, it’s there, faint but steady. Relief nearly drops me.

I make sure she okay before leaving the scent of her and the ghost of our bond behind.

When the door closes, and I pretend it was mercy instead of loss.