Wicked Cravings

4.For the Love of Luna-Mia💫

What a specimen of a man he was. Adonis had nothing on him. Perfectly sculpted, this man put the Greek God to shame. His body looked like the kind developed by scientists in a lab, a genetically enhanced specimen. Octavia couldn't help but let her eyes roam over his broad, sculpted shoulders, his washboard abs... holy mother of hell.

A twelve-inch dick did exist. He was gorgeously sculpted; the Gods had certainly taken their time with this one. And to add to that, he had smooth, chocolate-toned skin, dark enough that he wasn't white but light enough that he wasn't black.

Octavia continued to assess him as she noticed his erection. She was sure she was the cause of it. A sense of pride swelled deep inside her. She wasn't a shy person at all, especially when it came to her sexual gratification. She took what she needed and then left... no games, no commitment.

But as she continued to assess him, she noticed his dark hair and then his eyes. His eyes were a unique shade of green, one she had never seen in another human being... turquoise.

Just like the sea of the Caribbean waters, and all she wanted was to drown in them.

"Luna Mia, you do know who she is, what she is," Atlas asked his little sister as she nodded.

"Of course, I do. She is an assassin; her blade was a dead giveaway," Luna Mia said as Atlas looked at his sister proudly. She had done well. He had thought she had no idea who the woman was.

"Good. So, you understand why we must kill her," Atlas asked as Octavia's breathing became sharp, and panic started flooding her system, along with adrenaline and another, more inconvenient, hormone.

"No, I will not allow it, Atlas. She could have killed me, but she didn't. She showed me kindness, so I believe we should show her the same," Luna Mia reasoned as Alpha Atlas shook his head at her reasoning. Whoever said it was a good idea to agree with a fifteen-year-old had never met his sister.

"So, Luna Mia, what do you suppose we do with her?" Atlas asked as Luna Mia walked up to Octavia and took her hand.

"We teach her," Luna Mia said as Atlas couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"So, let me get this straight. This woman wants to kill werewolves. You're a werewolf, I'm a werewolf, and your solution is to take this... creature inside our home and teach it? It's like training a lion and expecting it to behave like a house cat," Atlas said as Luna Mia pouted and walked to her brother.

"I would be dead if not for her," Luna Mia said as Atlas ran his hands through his silvery-blonde hair.

"Fuck, but I'm putting her in the deepest cell I can find. I wouldn't give a hunter free range to our home. The next thing I know, I'll wake up with my head detached from my shoulders," Atlas said as he heard a rustle from the nearby bushes. He could smell his Beta before he showed himself, and it seemed his Huntress had picked up on it too. Beauty and brains—what a combination.

"I see you have found our runaway. You nearly gave everyone a heart attack, Luna Mia. What the hell were you thinking?" Beta Riggs chastised lightly as Luna Mia looked down at the ground.

"I'm sorry, Uncle Riggs. I just wanted to take a walk; I meant no harm," Luna Mia said as she shrugged, wondering why it was so damn worrying if she took a walk. Technically, she was a werewolf princess, so that was where some of that worry must have stemmed from.

"It's okay, Princess. You just had us worried. There are all kinds of scary things at night," Beta Riggs snorted as his eyes trained on the female. A Huntress—he recognized that attire from any dark corner of the world. Beta Riggs homed in on the female and then onto his Alpha.