The Stripper Luna (1-15 Rewritten)

Chapter 10

I then became in eye distance of Vincent who was staring at me hungrily. But I wasn't about to back down. No one was saying anything and my hands were still on my slit because I needed a release.

"You can either join or leave because I am not done."

I began to rub myself again as he stared at me. Maybe he was trying to figure out my game and who knew what game I was playing this time, but apparently, I love to get under his skin. But really I was hoping he was going to join me.

"No, you can continue. I don't mind watching."

He caught my bluff. He leaned against the door with his arms crossed just staring me down and I wanted to stop but I wasn't about to let him win as I stared him in the eyes and continued to rub myself until I forced myself to climax and let out a whine. I watched as his eyes just watched me as I twitched under my finger. I rested myself on the bed just coming down from my high. It was awkward but it was the need to feel powerful and have some sort of control through it all. I felt like I was cockblocked multiple times and the sexual frustration was already enough.

"I think it's time for bed."

He removed his shirt and his pants before sliding inside the bed next to me. It didn't bother him. I want him to sweat in his shirt or just come here. What was his need for me to beg him when it's basically free access at this point? I wasn't going to say no because I really wanted him.

"So you really aren't going to acknowledge what just happened?"

"You want a reaction so bad for someone who doesn't want to be with me."

Ouch, that one hurt. I pushed on his shoulder to where he was knowing looking up at me. I couldn't read his mind or tell what he was feeling. Earlier it was anger and now it's neutral?

"I am not looking for a reaction. But for someone who says he wants to try, you've barely paid me any attention today. You didn't talk to me or talk about me. Then you have the balls to put your hands on me like I was a rag doll. I am not a rag doll, I deserve some kind of respect."

He quickly jumped from the bed and threw daggers at me. There it was. That anger. The way his nails dug into the palm of his hands the way his jaw tightened up, it told an entire story.

"You want respect? Why on earth should I give you any kind of respect when you have done nothing to earn it. You're a stripper, I get that. But you want to flaunt it like getting boners rubbed on you all day was a good thing. Not to mention you're still talking to my brother and having cam sex with him. If you weren't my mate I'd call you a cheap slut who gets off on being defiant with nothing going for her."

It's like something clicked in his head and my heart broke at the same time. Maybe I deserved certain things but I didn't deserve that. And he was just now noticing how far he took it. I stood from the bed and dressed in the nearest clothes. My problem is that I push and push and I don't like the outcome. But he's made it clear that he is embarrassed by me and I meant nothing.

"Athena, I am sorry. I didn-''

But I cut him off before he could finish.

"Save your sorry, I know now how you really feel. After these 6 months, I am leaving back home. I don't want you or your pack. It's too judgemental for me."

I reached for my phone and headphones before running from the room. "Athena please." was the last thing I heard before I left.

Vincent

I let the words slip from my mouth and I immediately wanted to take them back. It's been a day and she's tested my patience more than anyone. I didn't mean it completely what I said but it was enough for her to break. I was stupid not knowing that under the hard exterior she was fragile. Now I may have messed up any chance of making things work. She wasn't the type who needed space or needed time to think. She wanted actions and for me to talk to her. She left the room and I don't know if finding her was what was for the best. But I can't keep second-guessing either. I grabbed the clothes I was wearing earlier and left the house. I was stopped by my Beta before exiting.

"Is everything alright, Athena was pretty upset?"

"Which way did she go?" I asked him.

He used his head to motion me to go right. Taking this chance I shifted before running outside. A part of me was also holding back knowing that she was involved with my brother. Because when I see her.. With my brother's hands all over her. When I think of kissing her, I imagine her kissing him. The thought of finally having her, I will know that she moaned for him too and came for him. If it were anyone else then it wouldn't be an issue. But it's the fact that it's my own flesh and blood. My younger brother.

Almost 20 years ago, there was a war that happened. Where the werewolves divided based on their different beliefs. I was fighting for everyone so they wouldn't have to wake up one day and suddenly they are a number and a category. They wanted order, but we wanted our voices heard. I spent years before we won the battle but it didn't come without a price. In fact, that price was blood that I still at times see. When they made teenagers fight and battle when they had no place being in and their death was in my hands. No one sees the horrors, they just saw the absence of trying to protect my family and their packs. I had to step down as Alpha but became above them in order for things to run smoothly until I came back and created my own. But at 37, who would've thought that my mate was closer than I thought but life got in the way. Everything was in the way. It doesn't make it easier that she has fallen for my brother even when he has a mate out there. Did I even want her? My wolf does. Did I want to give her up to my brother? Not a chance. My wolf always felt like there was something missing and he has fought with me so much over the years that I couldn't think of ever saying no to him. He deserved it for the many times he kept us alive, even when we should be dead. No one knows what I went through, so I can't expect them to understand either. How could I? They think it was just a bloody fight, but not who it was. It was teenagers, men, and women. Mothers, Fathers, Sons, Daughters, etc. And all I have to show for it was that I was alive and everyone was free to keep making mistakes.

I reached a stopping point as I saw a beautiful wolf that was a few meters away from me. Her wolf was pouring with sorrow. Deep down we weren't what we both wanted, but why were we chosen for each other? Was she to show me otherwise? We weren't compatible but we were comfortable. Even after just one night, we had a playful moment.

"I know you're behind me."

I didn't realize I was zoned out as she had already shifted and was completely bare in front of me. I saw her slowly reach for my fur but pulled away quickly. That's what the stupid mate bond does it makes you completely out of control of your actions even when you are feeling something different. I shifted back to my human form and stood like a pup with his tail between his legs.

"I am sorry. I was out of line."

She ran her fingers through her hair before letting out a sigh. How did she change her mind within the minutes she's stormed out till now?

"But you aren't wrong. I mean I am considered a sex worker even though I am not a prostitute. But no one has ever told me that before and I don't like that my mate thinks so little of me even though it's clear this is not what we wanted."

She turned her back to me before walking to the hill that I didn't realize we were on. She sat there just looking up at the sky as she reevaluated everything. For the first time since I met her, she felt so low of herself and it's my fault. She thinks we both don't want this and a part of me was starting to believe it when everything is pushing us away instead of together. I hurt her and I didn't feel good about it.