The Full Moon Ritual

Chapter 26. Finding Out

"A flower cannot blossom without sunshine, and man cannot live without love."
-Max Muller

Chapter 26. Finding Out.

Oh God.

These were Hazel's words that entered her mind when she felt Michael's hands move up to cup her breasts. She moaned when his thumb moved against her nipple, making it harder than it already was.

His mouth became really demanding now. He was licking her lips and thrusting it inside her mouth. He even grabbed onto her tongue with his teeth and sucked on it making Hazel soaking wet.

She felt one of his hand trail downwards from her chest to her stomach and then where her shirt ended. She wasn't wearing any pants and she regretted that now. Just a lacy black underwear.

His hand played with her underwear, twirling it around his finger. She sucked in a huge breath when his finger lightly brushed against her clit. He pushed the underwear aside and thrusted a finger inside her.

Hazel moaned out loud.

"You like this?" Michael asked, his voice was thick and rough. Like his fingers. Rough.

She didn't say anything, just closed her eyes and parted her lips a little. She threw her head back when he used his thumb to draw circles around her hardened clit and increased the speed of his thrusts.

"Come for me, Hazel." He whispered in her ear before kissing her swollen lips again.

Mr. Woods...

Oh shit!

Then, like a button turned off, she realized that this was wrong.

"Stop," Hazel breathed out, fighting against her desires to release the clenching sensation in her stomach. He didn't stop though, he trailed his free hand inside her shirt and pinched her nipple.

"Wait no- stop!" Hazel exclaimed.

"C'mon babe, you're so close," He whispered. Hazel gasped when she looked inside his eyes. They were goldenish in color and lust and desire was filled in them.

"I don't want to," Hazel cried out, tears now running down her face. All her desire was gone and was replaced with fear. Michael, too, had no intention of stopping.

"Stop touching me!" She screamed again. She tried to wriggle out of his grasp but it was no use. She even tried to punch him but he pinned her hands on the wall with one hand.

She was scared. She was crying. She feared him. Was this her mate? A man who was about to rape her? Steal away something that was so precious to her? Was he really going to do this?

Let me out! A voice inside of her screamed. Even he was rubbing his crotch through the fabric and she realized that she had no other choice.

She shifted into her wolf. The impact pushing him away from her. She brought up one of her paws and pushed him so that he slammed into the wall behind him.

How dare he!

I'm going to fucking kill him!

Michael looked at her in surprise. It was obvious as he was rooted to the ground he had fell on and was staring at her, wide eyed and parted lips.She bared her canines at the man she thought was her mate. But this was not her mate, no, her mate would never do anything to her without her consent.

Satisfied with the fact that he was now surprised and totally perplexed, she shifted back and stood naked in fron of him. Tears running down her face.

"Is this what you wanted?" She asked, motioning towards the multiple hickeys on her neck.

"I never wanted you to know like this. Are you fucking happy now?" She yelled at him. Infuriated that he wasn't replying, she scoffed at him and put on her shirt back which was lying on the floor.

"You will never ever be my mate!" She growled and took one long look of disappointment at him before running out. She hailed a taxi and went home, determined to leave this place.

******

She's a werewolf.

She's a werewolf.

All along, she was a werewolf and I had no fucking clue about it.

She's mad at you though. This time, it was Michael's wolf that responded.

She rejected me.

Well of course she didn't exactly say the words but, she kinda did. His wolf sighed. Sucks.

It's all your fault, you stupid wolf! Michael screamed inside his mind.

Whatever, man. You know you wanted it anyways. His wolf replied in anger and shut Michael off.

Michael groaned cursing his luck. He stood up from where Hazel had thrown him and hissed in pain a little.

Are all she wolves this strong?

She's a Luna, you idiot. She's supposed to be stronger than you.

She's so beautiful. Michael sighed dreamily when he recalled her silver colored wolf. It shone in the light and her anger turned him on more.

Is that weird?

Pain or not, I don't care. You need to get your shit together and go to her. You need to tell her the truth this time and get our Luna back. His wolf said, scolding Michael.

Michael knew he was right. Putting on some fresh clothes and washing his hands, which had once been inside his mate, he called for his driver. He knew where she lived, even when he pretended that he didn't in front of her, but he did. He has had a whole background check on her.

In the backseat, Michael tried to memorize the words he would say to her when he met her.

"Hey Hazel, I'm sorry for umm- my behavior but that was my wolf and he was so eager to mate with you. I'm sorry you got scared. I would never do anything to hurt you. You're my mate," He chuckled at his own mushy speech.

Awww is the big bad Michael getting soft?

Shut it, wolf.

He was nervous. Really nervous. As a CEO and and an Alpha of a pack, he was used to speaking in front of large crowds. He had been broadcast all over the world. He has always been confident with himself.

But with Hazel...

It was like he forgot who he was. His status, title, money and fame meant nothing to her. And frankly, it meant nothing to him either when he was with her. He had always used his rank to get people to do work for him. But when it came to Hazel, he couldn't do anything to stand up for himself. He would even lose all his titles just to be with her.

"We're here, sir," Sebastian, his driver said. Michael nodded and left the car, walking inside the building. He went to the receptionist and gave the old woman a hard, stony look.

"There's a girl named Hazel, lives in room fifty nine. I need to meet her." He said in his authoritive tone and motioned for the lady to lead the way.

"Oh dear, you're so much worse," She mumbled.

"What?" Michael was displeased.

"Nothing. Never mind. Unfortunately, Mr. Woods, Hazel left just today a while earlier. Said that she was going to go home. I asked her if there was something bothering her but she smiled and said that she doesn't belong here. She left her apartment with her belongings without another word."

Please don't kill me for this *hides in my room like the creep I already am.* Anyways, what do you guys think of this chapter? Drop your opinions in the comments below plis ;-;

Question:

What would you do if you were in Hazel's position here?

Let me know, I'm really eager ^-^