Choosing His Luna (bxb)

Chapter 12- Satish

I thought I had more control than that, but seeing Carnet laying on his back, exposing his vulnerable front and baring his neck, that throaty whine of submission stirred my wolf up like nothing ever had. I'd almost mated him right on the doctor's table, my lust and desire in control, my wolf surging within me, adamant on dominating sweet little Carnet, branding his honey-sweet scent with my own. His body never once showed any sort of refusal or dominant challenge, he submitted completely, giving his body entirely, his heady scent getting even stronger, clouding my mind.

It was his adorableness that brought me back, made it possible for me to be able to gain back my control, the way he leaned into my palm, eyes fluttering closed, almost a purr coming from his throat. My wolf forgot about wanting to mate, seeing such an endearing creature before us, the overwhelming urge to protect it, to care for and nurture it shocked me. I'd never felt that before, with my pack I wanted to dominate them, rule over them, but this, this was different, I didn't want him to fear me, I wanted him to be putty in my hands like he was in that moment, I wanted his trust... his love.

If my decision on who my Luna would be wasn't concrete, it sure was now. The fact he was a red wolf meant he was so special, but to my surprise, it didn't matter that much to me, it was the way he reacted to my dominance, my presence, and how he stirred up completely new feelings inside of me. I didn't just want to destroy his innocence anymore, I wanted to somehow coddle it, before meeting him I'd assumed I'd choose a Luna for their looks and ability to impress, how capable they would be in creating envy, that they were from a powerful pack. Now though, now I wanted to capture his heart, to gain his love, to have such a dear and gorgeous creature by my side. I didn't want to fuck him and use him to breed my pups, I wanted to make love to him and have children with him, to start a family with him.

The odd feelings swirled within my chest, making my heart ache, feeling a lot fuller than it ever had, but somehow empty at the same time. I yearned for him, I felt that I needed him like I needed air to breathe, I hungered after him like a starved animal, parched, in dire need of a sip.

It hurt like I'd been kicked in the chest, I almost felt the urge to cry, it hurt not having him in my arms, not belonging to me.

He would be mine soon enough, it couldn't come too soon.

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"A red wolf?" my mother repeated, brows drawn together in a mixture of confusion and surprise.

I had been as surprised as she'd been, a black or white wolf, well they were black and white, either side of the spectrum, white was pure and good, black wasn't inherently bad but it wasn't good either. A white wolf foretold of new beginnings, of celebration and coming together, a black wolf on the other hand signalled hard times, a lack of freedom, sadness and anger.

But a red wolf?

I'd heard the stories, although they were few and far between, plus really vague. The colour of the wolf and its connotations reflected the near future, so it wasn't completely a mystery what Carnet heralded.

The first thing I pictured when I thought of red was blood, sure it represented war, danger, power, courage, fire, anger and hate but it also was the colour of love, and lust, it signalled life, passion, health, and vigour. It symbolises energy, action, confidence and change, neither good nor bad. It brings passion and strength, stability, security, and physical and emotional survival. Red was life, the strongest emotions; anger and love, whatever Carnet's fur colour signalled it sure wasn't going to be anything boring.