Not Just A Luna; I Am Alpha!

Silas

My lips met hers with an electric charge, a fusion of ancient desires and newfound connections. The touch sparked a cascade of sensations, a dance of warmth and energy that transcended the boundaries of our supernatural beings.

As our lips converged, I felt a surge of power-an intoxicating blend of Lycan essence and vampiric allure. It was a fusion of contrasting energies, an alchemy that spoke to the intricate dance of our intertwined destinies. The sensation, both familiar and novel, lingered in the air like the echoes of a long-forgotten melody.

For me, the kiss was more than a mere physical connection. It was a revelation-a glimpse into the depths of a bond that defied the ages. The warmth of her lips held the promise of unity, a merging of souls that resonated with the echoes of a shared past.Content is © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

As the kiss deepened, I found myself immersed in a sea of emotions-a tapestry woven from centuries of solitude and the yearning for connection. The taste of her essence, a blend of wilderness and moonlight, was a symphony that stirred the depths of my immortal being. It spoke of an unspoken pact-an acknowledgment that our fates were intertwined in a cosmic dance. I surrendered to the currents of emotion that surged within me. The barriers that separated us appeared to vanish in that fleeting instant, leaving only the raw, unrestrained connection between two beings connected by the threads of destiny.

As the kiss lingered, my senses heightened, attuned to the nuances of the shared experience. I felt the heartbeat beneath her chest-a rhythmic cadence that mirrored the pulse of life itself. In that embrace, I found solace-a respite from the solitude that had defined my immortal existence.

Our kiss was a testament to the complexity of our bond-an intertwining of past and present, of ancient enmities and newfound alliances. Being a creature of the night, I embraced the warmth of the Lycan Alpha’s lips as a harbinger of change-a celestial alignment that defied the conventions of our supernatural realms.

In that fleeting moment, I surrendered to the currents of destiny, my lips locking with her in a silent vow that echoed through the ages. The kiss, an ephemeral communion, spoke of a connection that transcended the confines of immortality-a union forged in the crucible of time, where vampire and Lycan found solace in the embrace of each other. Yes. She’s a Lycan. A Lycan who was destined to end my life, but even after knowing that, I am still ready to get my life taken if it’s her who’ll take it.

Then I felt myself flying away from her. I was shocked, but I am still happy. It means a great deal to me that she reciprocated my affection by allowing me to kiss her. It appears that she acknowledges our bond, and that’s a good thing. What’s not good is the fact that I discovered while our lips were locked to each other that she’s also the female Lycan that will soon take my life.

I was about to get up when two wolves held me and pinned me down. Shit! They were good. I didn’t expect someone to back her up. I looked at her and smiled. “So, how do I taste?” I asked.

“Good,” she replied.

“C!” the two holding me exclaimed, and she laughed.

“I’m sorry, you can let him go.”

“Are you sure?”

“He’s not going to do anything to harm us,” she replied.

“Are you sure about that?” I asked, but she smirked at me. Sh*t! She’s confident and sexy.

“Don’t think that I don’t know how you feel. I even know that you already know who I am,” she answered confidently.

“So, are you going to kill me?”

“That depends on you. We can come to an agreement, but don’t think that I completely trusted you.”

“I know how you feel about me as well. You want me as much as I want you.”

“But you should know, you’re not my only mate,” she replied, and that hit me. That’s why she smells like she’s from the Red Moon Pack; she has been marked.

“Who is it? Who is the bastard that claimed you before me?” I asked angrily.

“Tsk! You’re the same. You couldn’t even hide your anger as well.”

“Who the hell is he?” I asked angrily again. This time, I want an answer.

“Go to the Red Moon Pack and look for their alpha,” she replied.

“And you’re together, taking me down?” I asked. I know that she’s my enemy, but I couldn’t ignore the fact that she is also my mate. This is hard.

“As I already said, that depends on you.”

“What do you mean? Are you thinking that because you’re my mate, I am going to stop whatever plan I had in mind? You’re delusional if you think that way.”

“Are you also thinking that I am going to consider you as my mate if the time comes? No! I am going to choose my pack, my mate and his pack, and my kind. I don’t care if I am going to get hurt if I choose to kill you, as long as I save everyone.”

“Saving them is futile; you will only lose. It will be better if you come to me now while I’m still so into you.” I replied. I didn’t like the idea that she was willing to ignore and reject our bond so she could save everyone. I was planning on eliminating them so we would be able to do whatever our kind wanted to do.

“That’s not going to happen. I was born to kill you, and I am not going to turn my back on my family and the people that I care about,” she replied.

“That is your choice, my love.” My heart aches with the reality that she will never choose me, no matter what. I felt a twinge of pain deep within my heart as her words hung in the air. The weight of her sacrifice and her willingness to forsake our bond for the greater good of her kind struck me with an unexpected pang. At that moment, I grappled with a vulnerability I seldom allowed myself to acknowledge.

I longed to hold her in my arms, to feel the warmth of her presence, and to erase the specter of impending separation that loomed over us. As an immortal being accustomed to centuries of solitude, I found an unfamiliar ache in the recesses of my undead heart-an ache that spoke of a connection that transcended the boundaries of our individual destinies.

The desire to have her close, to hold her, and to shield her from the burdens she willingly shouldered echoed through the chambers of my consciousness. I, who had stood as an unyielding force against the currents of time, felt the vulnerability of a connection that had surpassed the trials of centuries. My cold, immortal exterior belied the tumultuous emotions that churned within me. I yearned for the solace that only the embrace of my mate could provide-a respite from the complexities of our intertwined fates. The idea of her sacrificing our bond, a bond etched in the cosmic fabric of our existence, resonated as an ache that echoed through the echoes of my immortal being.

In that moment of vulnerability, I confronted the paradox of my own desires. As a leader, I understood the weight of responsibility and the sacrifices demanded by leadership. Yet, as a creature with a heart that beat with the memories of a bygone era, I yearned for the simple solace of holding her.

The pain I felt was not just the sting of rejection but also the realization that the threads of our fate were entangled in a web that neither could fully control. In the face of my mate’s sacrifice, I harbored an unspoken wish-to bridge the chasm that threatened to separate us. My arms ached to encircle her, offering a sanctuary against the storms of fate. However, I remained a silent observer, standing at the precipice of an uncertain future, grappling with the complexity of emotions that defined my immortal existence.