Author's Note: I apologize that this is a semi-short chapter. I intended to include it with my last post, but that didn't happen. So, more to come.
The knock on her door caused the Luna to jump into the air, splashing a blob of neon pink nail polish onto her big toe and ruining her careful work. "THE FUCK DO YOU WANT?" she shrieked in annoyance, offering a murderous glare toward the door.
A whisper-soft voice, a familiar voice, answered. "Let me in, Phee!"
Flabbergasted at the sound of her best friend's plea, Ophelia completely ignored the mess she had just made as she dove off her enormous bed and threw open the entrance to her private room. Squealing, she tugged the other she-wolf inside and then slammed the door with emphasis. Stomping her foot and dripping neon pink everywhere, the Luna gasped. "Where the ever-loving-fuck have you been, Cee?"
Offering her best friend a death glare, the other girl yanked the black beanie off her head and shook out her brilliant red locks. "Don't play fucking stupid with me!" Wasting no time, she offered her warning with an unamused expression to match. "You've been lying to me since we met, Phee. The pieces are finally starting to fit into place and I know what your game is."
Ophelia tried to bat her eyes and play clueless, but eventually her expression shifted to something stony. "So fucking what? You've been playing everyone in this stupid pack like chess pieces. Now you want to point a claw at me?"
Crimson crossed her arms over her ample chest and perched on the edge of the unmade bed. "Look, Ophelia—if that's even your name—I know what you're about now, and I've been to see your handsome stud Spencer." As she spoke, a smirk began to spread across her pale lips and she licked them lasciviously at the mention of the wolf's name. "He sent me with a message for you, you stupid whore!"
The Luna's stance was defensive, uncertain, angry. She cocked her head to the side and flipped her raven locks as she growled. "My mate doesn't need to send me messages through a cunt like—"
Crimson snorted and rolled her eyes. "Oh bitch, quit it! We both know he's not actually your mate. Spence's mark is nowhere on your body and you and I both know it. I've seen every inch of your hide and some of your insides, and there's nothing there. So, quit pretending. In fact, let's just be real, okay? He's using you. He's using you to put his master plan into play. He needed a pawn to lure Chris in, and you were perfect and you agreed a little too readily. Don't you realize that pretty soon you'll lose your usefulness and he's apt to—"
"What. Do. You. Want?" the other female snarled and it was lupine. "I am still your Luna!"
Her friend straightened her back and smiled sweetly. "How could I forget my manners, dear Luna of the White Lightning Pack," Crimson mocked. "I came to relay a message from the Alpha of Red Dawn, sweet Spenceykins—to you, his not-mate." Her grin widened to show her brilliantly white teeth and she tucked a strand of her silken locks behind her right ear. "After a very lengthy blowjob from yours truly, he decided that it is his wish for you to bed the Alpha one last time. Tomorrow night. Have him occupied and entertained by midnight."
Ophelia actually erupted into laughter at the suggestion. "There's no fucking way that he would touch me after everything that's happened. He clipped my fucking ears, Cee! You know this and Spence knows this, as well." Her annoyance building, she stomped her foot as she continued to prattle. "Plus, I'm done! You can tell that asshole mate of mine that I'm fucking done. I don't want that dick anywhere near my vag, and I'm most certainly not going to seduce the old man to entertain Spencer's deranged fantasies. So you can tell him that I said to go fuck himself."
"I know you far too well," her bestie laughed maniacally. "I already told him that you would say all of the above."
"And?" The Luna allowed her posture to stoop as she relaxed into the familiarity of her relationship with the other she-wolf. "What did he say?"
"He sent beauty to seduce the beast," Crimson perched her sculpted chin on a hand delicately and smiled beatifically. "So, here I am, bitch."
Raising a flawless brow, Ophelia grinned. "So, you're Red Dawn now?"
"Maybe," her friend shrugged casually. "I had to check out this Spencer dude for myself, babe, and I have to say, he knows how to fuck. But so does Chris." Tossing her hands up, she laughed. "Spencer thinks I'm Red Dawn, Chris thinks I'm White Lightning. I'm just sitting pretty here in the middle, waiting to see what the fuck benefits me most. Can't blame a whore for wanting all the very finest, can you?"
Phee finally let go of the tension in her body and sighed loudly. "I just want to go back home and be with my mate. I'm sick of this bullshit and pretending that I'm a fucking idiot. These wolves think I'm dumber than Vincenzo!"
"You played your role well, sweetness," Crimson purred as she beckoned her friend closer. "What do you expect that your reward will be?"
Taking the seat beside the other woman, Ophelia ignored the question hanging in the air and grinned. "Did Spencer tell you that I want to share you with him?"
"He might have said something about your lust for this lovely body of mine," the redhead giggled as she pressed her nose into her bestie's neck. "And I might have said something about my lust for your perfect body."
Ophelia giggled. "Really? What did he say to that?"
"He believes that he can handle both of us." Crimson began to purr loudly as she nuzzled the Luna's neck, licking hungrily at her jaw line. "I highly doubt that he has any idea what he would be in for with the two of us in his bed."
Phee reached over and cupped her friend's breasts. Through the flimsy yellow tank top that Crimson wore, she began rubbing her thumbs across the other woman's already erect nipples. "So, we need to create a diversion?"
Her lover responded in a breathy yet conspiratorial tone. "It would aid in Red Dawn's cause if the Alpha and Beta were both distracted. Since I know that the Beta's pants are impenetrable, I suggested that we aim for Chris." Lifting the Luna's sports bra over her head and tossing it across the room, Crimson attached her lips to Ophelia's breast and began to suckle. "Still full for me, huh?"
The black-haired she gasped at the sensation. "I fucking hated pregnancy. I fucking hate what it did to my body, but goddess be damned, I love your lips wrapped around my tits, Cee!"
Her fiery lover snorted. "I missed you, bitch."
"I missed you too, whore," Ophelia laughed as she lay back across her mattress and allowed her best friend to climb on top of her. "And I'm sorry that I lied to you. You understand that I had to right?"
"No," Crimson smirked as she lapped at the Luna's leaking nipples. "I don't fucking understand any of it, Phee. But I'm here and I'm on your side. Fuck Spencer! Fuck Chris! It's all about us, the ferociously sexy she-wolves."
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