For Now
HIM
The first time I heard the sweetest voice that could possibly exist. That little intruder could be a siren, using her voice as a weapon to seduce people.
I would believe it...
— Why are you afraid of being taken to me? Have you committed any crime beyond breaking into my territory? Are you a spy sent by one of my enemies?
I knew she was too frightened to catch the sarcasm in my words. That fragile creature wouldn’t harm a fly… As for being a spy, it wouldn’t be impossible…
She lifted her head, shaking it side to side, emphatically denying my accusations. There was something about her, like a scared little bunny before a predator, knowing she would be devoured at any moment.
When her eyes met mine, I almost lost my balance.
They say the eyes are the windows to the soul…
“Mine!”
This time it wasn’t my beast who recited such a word. It came from my mouth like a mantra, like a silent prayer to the Mother Goddess.
I could hear the expression of surprise that came from Tabitha’s mouth, who looked at me with wide eyes.
Against all logic, all I could think was that the little Luna was mine.
— Can you tell me your name, little Luna?
She slowly opened her mouth. Perfect, pink, plump lips contrasted with her pale skin and large dark eyes, as dark as the coldest night, but that contained a trapped fire that I would love to unleash.
— My name is Nadja, Alpha…
— Dérik, you can refer to me only as Dérik if you wish.
— But… Alpha, I don’t want to be punished for disrespecting you…
I hated the fact that she feared me. But everything she said reached the most perverse side of my nature.
— Are you afraid of being punished by me, Nadja? — Would she perceive the double meaning in my question?
Her name was sweeter than honey in my mouth.
— Yes, sir, please, I will be a better servant.
Servant? Who would treat a Luna by birth as a slave? Where the hell had she been? Who dared to mistreat her? I wanted to assure her that she was not a servant in my pack, but, even though controlled by the old drink, the perverted nature was quicker than reason.
— Don’t worry, Nadja, I won’t punish you… for now…
HER
His eyes are blue like the sky that has just dawned, clear and cold like icy water. I felt as if I could drown in them and lose myself forever. Beautiful, I had never qualified a man that way before; they all seemed the same to me, violent and cruel, but he was pleasant to my eyes.
The Alpha has the morning sky in his gaze and the night darkness in his hair. It was long, like a female's, tied back in a braid at the back of his head. I didn't know males could have long hair. How did I not notice before?
Before, he was a monster; I was so scared that I didn't notice his features.
He was tall even in his human form, his bare chest covered in tattoos, words from an unfamiliar language. Only a pair of animal-hide pants adorned his legs.
Doesn’t he feel cold?
I was shivering even in the coziness of the room, while he came in from outside with nothing to warm his skin.
Strong, well-built muscles throughout his body and chest. He seemed to be holding back tremendous rage, but his voice, though authoritative, became gentle as he drew close.
When I least expected it, he was so near that the heat of his body touched my skin.
— How old are you, Nadja?
He asked. His voice was different, the warm breath touched my ear, causing a shiver that was not out of fear. I closed my eyes as he spoke those few words, savoring the new sensation he was causing in me.
The fact that I took a while to respond must have been funny, for he let out a low chuckle before touching my neck with his nose and inhaling deeply. He held a strand of my hair between his fingers and stepped back, just a step separating us.
— A female who is not yet a woman, whose body reacts so readily, must be nearly mature.
There was satisfaction in his voice, a contentment with the belief that my body was nearing maturity. He looked at me, curious and daring, but his eyes were not lustful like those of the guards from the other tribe.
If I were not so scared, I would say his eyes had sweetness…
— I believe she must be about fifteen to sixteen cycles at least, Alpha. I would bet on sixteen or more. I don't understand why she’s not mature yet, maybe her race is different from ours, her skin color is….
He turned his back to me and faced Tabitha.
— Her body is like a boy’s, at this age should be more womanly, how is that possible?
Tabitha walked past the Alpha and stopped by my side with a worried expression.
— Poor nutrition, she was obviously mistreated in the past… — The concern faded, and she showed a huge smile. — Did you notice she got excited with…
— Enough, Tabitha! Help her get dressed!