Second book
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Marcos Rivera is the Alpha of the New Moon Pack. When his former pack was almost wiped out by a surprised rogue attack orchestrated by his uncle, he decided to move with his Beta Javier Vega and what was left o...
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AN: 🔞Warning: Mature Context
Third and last update
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I rushed and slid my pants and underwear down my legs, tossing them on the floor, not wanting to waste even a second to taste that beautiful body.
I found myself drawn to my mate, crawling over him like a moth to a flame. His heartbeat echoed in my chest, his breath stuttered, caught in the throes of passion. I was in the same boat, adrift in a sea of desire.
I moved between his legs as Aiyden wrapped his legs around my waist, and our hard-ons rubbed against each other sparks igniting, setting my body ablaze with a fire that roared through my veins.
First, I tenderly kissed his stunning, lustrous eyes, asking him, "Is everything okay, sweetheart?" He nodded and murmured,
"I'm just amazed at how my life has changed and the happiness you've given me." His words made my heart flutter, and I lost myself in a passionate kiss until we gasped for air.
Our foreheads met in a silent conversation. The words that escaped my lips were so raw and deep that they felt like a stranger's. "What do you want, baby?" His consent was my guiding star. Aiyden's voice, fragile as a whisper, broke the silence. "I...I want you inside."
And that was all I needed; the night was full of passion; we made love over and over throughout the night until my baby fell asleep in my arms.
The next day, I was rudely awakened by Javier's voice blasting through our private link. "Marcos, dude, rise and shine!" I grumble.
"What on earth do you want, Javier? It's too early for this fucking nonsense!" I could hear him chuckling and probably rolling his eyes on the other end.
"My bad for the wake-up call," he said, not sounding sorry. "Just a heads up, the Alphas and their mates are on their way." I glanced at the clock - 10:30 a.m. I cursed under my breath.
"We'll be there in about an hour," I told him.
"No worries, I've got everything under control," he assured me.
"Appreciate it, hermano," I replied before closing the link.
Aiyden stirred, and I coaxed him awake. Our preparations were swift. We set off for the pack after a hearty breakfast and a quick tidy-up—Alex, Manuel, and Branden-lee stood sentinel at the iron front gate,
The sun, a curious voyeur, peeked through the dense foliage, casting dappled shadows on our path.
The air held a crisp promise, infused with the sweet perfume of wildflowers. Birds serenaded us, their melodies weaving through the cool morning breeze.
Stepping out of the car, we inhaled the untamed essence—the dew-kissed grass, blossoms unfurling like secrets, and the earthy embrace of the forest. Pine needles released their resinous fragrance while ferns whispered ancient tales.
I clasped Aiyden's hand and beckoned Glenn over. Tossing him the car keys, I asked, 'Could you park the car?' Trusting my warrior implicitly, I knew he would easily handle the task.
Glenn caught the keys deftly, bowing his head in respect.
"Good morning, Alpha. Luna Aiyden," he greeted us, "No problem at all, Alpha Marcos."
Aiyden and I walked side by side, flanked by our higher-ups, our footsteps echoing together. Pack members saluted, their devotion echoing in the crisp morning air. "How's Dr. Johnson and Rexx?" I inquired, my curiosity piqued. What did you guys find out?"
Alex spoke first, his eyes sharp. "We and Beta Javier found one of your uncle's hideouts."
Manuel followed, his voice steady. "At first, they only wanted to talk to you, but..."
Branden-lee interrupted mischief dancing in his eyes. He rubbed his hand, a wicked smile playing on his lips. "But I persuaded them."
We chuckled—a shared understanding. I can only imagine the methods they used to extract information.
Standing tall at 6'1", Alex bridges leadership and rank-and-file. His loyalty is strategic, not unquestioning. He knows the forest like the back of his hand, its hidden trails, scent markers, and the pulse of life.
Then there's Manuel, a towering figure at 6'2", his muscular body adorned with tattoos. His presence is commanding, demanding respect from all, even the wind.
And finally, Branden-lee, 6 feet of lean muscle and tattoos. He's our last line of defense when darkness looms. His loyalty to the Moon Goddess is unwavering, beyond mere mortal duty.
My thoughts were interrupted as my mate's hand tightened on mine. I looked at the rest and nodded. "We'll meet with the Alpha and Elders when they arrive," I said.
But another question tugged at my mind: "Did anyone inform Rexx about the culprits in the cells?" Manuel's reply was measured.
"Beta Javier was ready to inform him, but we decided to wait for your approval. Johnson's mate can be unpredictable."...
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