Fated by Blood and Moon

Chapter 21: A Night of Awakening

Maya’s POV

The night was thick with silence, only the soft rustle of leaves in the breeze breaking the stillness as I stood at the window of Leo’s room. The day had been intense—training with Kira had pushed me harder than ever before, and though my body ached, the real strain came from the unspoken tension that had been building between me and Leo. It wasn’t just the bond between us anymore; it was deeper, more primal.

I could feel it even now, as though an invisible thread connected us, pulling tighter with every glance, every touch. The bond hummed, a constant undercurrent in my veins, but tonight it was different. There was a charge in the air, a heat I couldn’t ignore.

You feel it too, don’t you? Lyra’s voice was quiet but knowing in the back of my mind. He’s holding back, but not for long. And Fenrir… She trailed off with a low growl of approval. He’s waiting. He wants us both.

The thought made my pulse quicken. Fenrir, the fierce silver wolf lurking beneath Leo’s calm exterior, had always been present, but lately, I could feel him more strongly—his intensity, his desire. It mirrored Leo’s but was wilder, darker. The pull was undeniable.

I’m not ready for that, I admitted to Lyra, trying to steady my racing heart. But even as I said it, I knew it wasn’t entirely true. Something in me craved it—the closeness, the rawness of what we were.

Yes, you are, Lyra countered, her voice full of certainty. Let them in, Maya. You feel the need. It’s not just Leo’s anymore—it’s Fenrir’s too. And I… I want him. Her voice dripped with lust, and I felt her hunger stir within me.

Before I could respond, the door behind me creaked open, and I didn’t need to turn to know who it was. His presence filled the room, thick with authority, desire, and something more—something primal.

“Maya,” Leo’s deep voice cut through the silence like a blade, and I could hear the strain in it. He was holding back, fighting against something as he crossed the room to stand behind me.

I turned slowly, my eyes meeting his, and the breath caught in my throat. His silver eyes were dark, almost glowing in the dim light, and I could feel the barely contained power beneath his calm exterior. Fenrir was close, lurking just beneath the surface.

“Leo,” I whispered, my heart hammering in my chest.

His hands were on me before I could think, gripping my waist and pulling me against him in one swift motion. The heat of his body sent a shiver down my spine, and I knew—this wasn’t just Leo. Fenrir was here too, his presence making Leo’s touch more urgent, more possessive.

“I can’t… I can’t hold back anymore,” Leo growled, his breath hot against my neck as he buried his face in my hair. His grip on me tightened, and I could feel the tremor in his hands as he fought to control himself.

He’s losing control, Lyra whispered, her voice thick with anticipation. Let them both in. You want this. We want this.

I trembled beneath his touch, feeling the raw power of him, the primal energy radiating off him in waves. There was no denying the pull between us, the bond tightening with every second.

Leo’s lips brushed my neck, and I gasped, my body reacting instinctively to his touch. “I’ve been trying to give you space,” he murmured, his voice strained, “but Fenrir… he wants you. He’s been waiting. And so have I.”

A thrill shot through me at his words, and I felt my knees weaken as the weight of his need pressed down on me. This wasn’t just about Leo’s desire—this was about Fenrir too. His wolf wanted to claim me, and Lyra was all too eager to answer that call.

Let go, Lyra urged, her voice a low growl in my mind. You know you want this. You feel the bond—it’s time.

I swallowed hard, my breath coming in short, shallow gasps as I felt the heat of Leo’s body pressed against mine, the strength of him overwhelming. His lips found mine, and I melted into him, the kiss deep and searing. There was no hesitation now, no room for doubt. This was inevitable.

His hands roamed over my body, slow and deliberate, but there was a hunger in his touch that matched the fire burning inside me. I could feel his control slipping, Fenrir’s presence growing stronger with every passing second. It wasn’t just Leo who wanted me—it was Fenrir, and the intensity of that realization made my pulse race.

We’re ready, Lyra growled, her voice heavy with desire. Fenrir wants us, and I want him.

Leo’s kiss grew more urgent, more demanding, and I could feel the shift in him—the shift between man and wolf, between control and raw instinct. His lips trailed down my neck, and I moaned softly, my body arching into him as the fire between us burned hotter.

“I need you,” Leo breathed against my skin, his voice rough and edged with desperation. “I’ve waited so long for this—for you.”

I clung to him, my heart pounding in my chest. “Then take me,” I whispered, my voice barely audible as I gave myself over to the pull of the bond. “I’m yours.”

Leo’s eyes flashed, and in that moment, I saw Fenrir—saw the wild, untamed wolf inside him, the beast that wanted to claim me, to mark me as his. A low growl rumbled from his chest, and I knew there was no going back.

He lifted me in one swift motion, carrying me toward the bed. My body hummed with anticipation, with need, and as he laid me down, I felt the full force of the bond between us snap into place.

Let them in, Lyra urged again, her voice thick with lust. Let Fenrir take us.

Leo hovered over me, his eyes burning with desire, his hands trembling as they trailed down my body. “You’re mine,” he growled, his voice low and dangerous. “You’ve always been mine.”

The words sent a shiver through me, and I felt Lyra surge forward in response. Her presence wrapped around me, amplifying every touch, every sensation, until I was lost in the heat of the moment. And then, as Leo's lips found mine again, I felt it-the complete merging of our bond. Not just me and Leo, but Lyra and Fenrir, their desire intertwining with ours, pushing us to the edge of something wild and untamed. In that moment, we weren't just two people -we were wolves, bound together by instinct, by fate, and by the undeniable pull of the moon.