Betrayed Luna's Fated Mate

-Brendon-

When Celeste felt better, we returned to the dining room, where the rest were. Celeste insisted on sitting closer to Zack and the other luna, which I didn't get, but what my mate wanted I would give her. So we sat on the other side, almost across from them, but just a few chairs down. Her parents were on the other side, and Jason luckily blocked her from the left. She was properly protected, I told myself, yet I couldn't stop glaring at Zack. He had made comments before that I wasn't welcome, considering I wasn't a born alpha. Typically, pairs were made between alphas and lunas because their energies match, but the Goddess must have thought I was worthy enough for Celeste because she ended up being mine, and I promised to cherish her for the rest of my life.

I didn't really care what people thought about me, because I had gotten what I wanted, and I would never let her go. Yet as the dinner went on, Zack noticed the way I looked at him. He just gave me a smug smile before turning to the other luna.

"Who is that?" I heard Celeste whisper to her brother.

"I think she is the next luna of the White Runners Pack. They only have a daughter. She just turned 19 as well, I believe," Jason replied.

"I don't remember her, really."

"She likes to keep to herself, most people from the pack do. They are just private people."

"But they are here tonight," she pointed out. "Or at least she is."

"Hmm, yes, that is strange," Jason said before turning to me, and I realized we both found it a bit weird.

Celeste fell deep into her thoughts afterward, and I had to remind her to eat so she wouldn't go hungry later. She tried her best, but it was obvious this new luna bothered her. I was not sure what Celeste had against her, but I trusted my mate. Later, as the dinner was over and most simply sat down to have a drink and converse, I went to find a bathroom, but just as I was going down the hallway, that new luna was coming my way. I was about to walk past her when she stepped into my path, blocking me.

"Can I help you?"

"You're Celeste's mate?" she questioned.

"I am."

"But you're not an alpha."

"No, I am not."

"And her parents are fine with that?" she asked.

"Why wouldn't they be? Do you have a problem?" I retorted.

"No, I was just interested in figuring out if maybe a warrior fucks better than an alpha."

"What?"

Suddenly, Luna pushed me back, making me stumble because I wasn't prepared. The door behind me wasn't closed properly, and so I fell even further with the young luna hunting me. -Celeste-

Brendon was taking his time in the bathroom, and my brother had gone off flirting with some other luna. I was by myself, twisting my wine glass around, but not really drinking a drop. I didn't feel like it. I just couldn't place my finger on what was wrong. Ever since the club, strange things had happened.

"Anybody sitting here?" I turned my head, seeing Zack slip into the seat where Brendon sat.

"Um, not right now," I replied. "But my mate..."

"I will move when he gets back," Zack interrupted.

I nodded a little, not sure what else to do, but I could feel Zack watching me, so I turned back to him again.

"We met at the club, didn't we?"

"We did," I confirmed.

"Funny, I feel like we have met before."

"Well, we are both luna and alpha, so I am sure we have run into each other before."

"Yes, but I feel like we have talked before. Have we?"

I shook my head. "I don't think so."

"Well, I have certainly talked to your mate before. He doesn't like me very much."

"Neither does my brother, so maybe you shouldn't sit beside me," I warned.

"Feisty. I like it."

Zack reached out, touching my arm, but I slid away from him. However, his touch seemed to trigger something, and images flashed in my mind again. For some reason, I couldn't help but turn to him again, feeling almost drawn to him. He flashed me a smug smile, reading the whole situation in a different light.

"Or maybe we have talked before," I murmured.

"Yeah? You have that feeling too?"

"Can I see your hand for a moment?"

Zack appeared a bit taken aback, but he didn't refuse me. He continued to smile as he held out his hand, and I grabbed it, turning it around, and that's when I felt it. It felt as if I knew this hand, and he had this tiny little scar by his thumb that felt so familiar. How was this possible? I gazed up into Zack's eyes, but it was obvious he thought I wanted more from him. He leaned closer to me, and I backed away, but then he was grabbed from behind and slung out of the seat beside me. "Fuck!" he exclaimed, stumbling back a few steps.

I heard a powerful growl and saw Brendon standing in front of me. He sent out a murderous energy, and so I stood up and grabbed his arm.

"It's fine," I whispered. "I'm fine."

He turned to me. His eyes were completely yellow, showing his wolf was at the surface, and he was pissed. "Come," I said, pulling him out of there to ensure a scene wasn't made.

I found the first room that had a door that led outside and brought us out there, but the moment we were alone, He grabbed me and shoved me toward the railing of the porch. He bent me over it and began hiking up my dress. I understood his instincts were completely going crazy, thinking someone was trying to take his mate away from him, and I pushed back, showing him I wanted him too. I always did.

"Brendon," I panted as I heard him work on his pants, and then, without warning, he was inside me, fucking me hard and pushing the air out of my lungs, but it was simply fantastic. Being taken by almost a beast had me coming so hard, and I exploded in no time, crying out my release. This was fantastic, and something deeply primal was satisfied in them, knowing my mate needed to claim me so thoroughly, and he certainly did. Brendon kept slamming into me, making the most wicked sounds throughout the night. I couldn't keep quiet, so he placed a hand over my mouth.

"Mine, all of you are mine," he growled.

I couldn't speak, so I nodded, and he kept fucking me through a second orgasm before he came as well, spilling his cum into me and making sure there was no doubt who was my mate. Once he came down, he rested one of his hands on the railing, and I listened to his deep panting, which made my stomach do flips. I couldn't see him, but I could hear he felt just as sated as me.

"I would say "again", but I think we should wait until we get back," I chuckled, hearing his laughter join in with mine.

"You enjoy it when I take you roughly right in the open?"

"Well, no one is around right now," I said, looking over my shoulder. "I think in the pack, let's keep it in the bedroom, but definitely don't hold back."

His eyes were no longer glowing, as he felt satisfied with stating his claim over me, but I could see the desire in his eyes rise, and his cock was still hard. Between mates, both could go multiple rounds, which I certainly enjoyed. It seemed like Brendon wasn't wrong. I truly was insatiable when it came to him, but how could I not be? The way he made me feel was out of this world.

"Then let's go back. I don't want that fucker to get his hands on you again."

"He didn't do anything," I told him as Brendon pulled out and fixed his clothes.

"He tried to kiss you. I saw it, and you're marked."

I pulled my dress down, squeezing my legs a little shut as I felt his cum sliding out of me, and I knew he saw the movement, which made him smile satisfied.

"He read into something that wasn't right."

"What?" Brendon asked.

"I touched his hand."

"Why would you do that?"

"Because I needed to figure out something."

"Have you become a fortune teller? Can you see the answer in his hand?" he retorted.

"No, of course not. That's not it."

"Then what?"

"I..." I was searching for the words to explain what had happened when I remembered something. "Brendon, where were you?" "What?"

"Zack only came to sit beside me because you were gone for quite some time. Where were you?"