LUNA’S SECRET

Luna looked up at him too , his eyes had returned to its normal amber color, his breathing had also returned to normal, Marcus took her in once again in that dress, barely restraining himself from placing her on her knees over the bed and plunging into her drenched right core until he was spilling his seed into her, until she was clawing him with her fingernails milking him of all he had to offer, until they were both well and truly sated.

He could smell the heavy tinge of her arousal in the air, she clearly wanted him and wondered why she stopped him. "I would get someone to get your door fixed". Were the only word he uttered in her general direction and he was strolling to his room, to fist himself to the image of her in that yellow dress, her lips red and swollen from his kisses , a blush coating her face and the taste of her lips, the faint scent of her nectar coating his fingers.

As soon as he closed the door to his room, he placed the hands he had used to play with her core on his lips, finally tasting her, the sweet scent of her nectar that had haunted him, with his eyes closed he pictured entering her tight core as he fisted himself over and over again until he came so violently, he was shooting ropes of his climax unto the floor.

Luna stared at her splintered door in shock, then couldn't stop the wave of disappointment that crashed through her that she had stopped him at the point when she was about to reach an orgasm, she had never quite been able to manage getting their by playing with herself. She ran off to her bathroom locking the door, her fingers trailed her soaking core, but it was not the same sensation as when he did it, regret surged through her and she wished , she had let him pleasure her, she took a quick shower to calm herself and remove traces of her arousal then she went back to her book, making a mental not to sleep early. 

She was about to drift off when the pack carpenter arrived to fix her splintered door. Luna had been dreading the interruption, but the man didn't ask any questions about the broken door and she didn't offer any explanation either, which she was thankful for. The entire door had to be removed and replaced, and although the noise grated on her nerves, she endured it silently, grateful for his efficiency. Once the carpenter was done, he left without a word, and her ex-bullies were ordered to clean up the mess.

Luna resisted the urge to gloat and kept her room locked through it all. She didn't have the strength for any more drama and confrontations, and the girls seemed to sense that pushing her further would only worsen their already dire situation. Their silence wasn't from remorse, though it was born of exhaustion and humiliation. The punishment they'd received for their earlier actions had taken its toll on the physically.

But not everyone was ready to let things go. Sarah, the self-appointed leader of the group, seethed with resentment that Lauretta was probably on her bed sleeping while she and the others did her work, just because she found some favor with the alpha, In her mind, Lauretta hadn't just avoided her rightful punishment she had humiliated them all by turning the alpha against them. That couldn't go unanswered.

Late that evening, Sarah hatched a plan. She gathered Mia, Jenna, Claire, and Olivia in a quiet corner of the pack house and laid out her idea. Her words were hushed but laced with malice.

"She thinks she's untouchable now," Sarah sneered. "But we know someone who can knock her off her high horse."

The others leaned in, intrigued.

"Cressida," Sarah continued. "If anyone can make her life miserable, it's her."

Mia's eyes lit up. "You mean the former Beta's daughter?"

"Exactly. She's obsessed with Alpha Marcus. Can you imagine how she'll react when she finds out about Luna?"

Jenna smirked. "She'll tear her to pieces."

The group laughed quietly, their spirits lifting at the thought. It was a perfect plan. They didn't need to lift a finger Cressida would do all the dirty work for them.

They deliberately chose to gossip near Cressida's door, knowing she wouldn't be able to resist eavesdropping. As expected, the Beta's daughter was on the verge of storming out to reprimand the group for their noise when their conversation made her pause.

"...can you believe she spent the night with him? Right under Cressida's nose!"

"I heard the carpenter had to fix her door because they broke it during...you know."

Cressida's blood boiled as she listened. She had seen Marcus leave the party with Lauretta the night before, but she had convinced herself it was an act of kindness. Marcus was just being a gentleman, escorting a wounded member of his pack. That was all.

But now...

The idea that Marcus had been avoiding her while spending his nights with an Omega one who was beneath her in every way made her vision blur with rage.

When the group finally left, Cressida stormed down the hallway to Luna's room. Sure enough, the door was freshly repaired. Her fingers itched to claw the wood down again, but she clenched her fists, forcing herself to think. Attacking now would be reckless.

Instead, she stalked back to her room, her mind spinning with plans. Luna would regret ever setting foot in this pack house. Marcus belonged to her, and no pathetic Omega was going to stand in her way.

Cressida picked up her phone and dialed Marcus's number. It rang and rang before going to voicemail. She resisted the urge to hurl the device across the room, seething at his avoidance. Of course he wouldn't pick, not after he had sated himself with another woman, hot white fury rages through her, all she wanted to do was rip that pathetic Omega to shred but she knew that would only further damage the already existing relationship between her and Marcus.

No matter. She didn't need him to fight this battle.

, it would be better if he never found about her wanting to destroy his little toy.

If she wanted Luna gone, she would need ammunition facts, leverage, anything that could discredit the Omega in Marcus's eyes. A slow, wicked smile spread across her face as she thought of the possibilities.

Luna might have won Marcus's favor for now, but Cressida was playing a long game. And she never lost ever, not even to Marcus's poor little dead wife.