Werewolf Compilations

Chapter 101

I close my door behind me and stare ahead at his two large ones. I hear Gail and Theresa downstairs

in the kitchen, so I begin my act towards them, playing Claire. She's quiet and stealthy, so I sneak

down like a hunting lioness, my steps careful, but I also peer back at my door. She'd always peer back

at my door, I think, hoping I would be watching.

Like Claire would, I grip the door handle and open it just enough to slip inside, and I do. I drown myself

in his scent and fall back with the door, facing his room like I'd face my own. I'd see him there, on the Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

bed or leaving the bathroom. James would welcome her with some charming or dark look and she'd

climb onto the bed, so I do. He'd stalk towards her, but I'm going to forget about her, so he'd stalk

towards me. Claire no longer matters. She's right. I am the Luna, I am his mate, and she's not.

I have the power.

So here I lay, on his bed that is my bed, and he'd near me, the woman he'd serve until he is forgiven.

That's what I'm doing here, right? Waiting until he makes up for all he's done to me. I have power over

him. That was his mistake, I suppose. He hurt me, and he gave me power.

I spread my arms out amongst his bedding and wrinkle it to my own desires. He'd stand at the foot of

the bed, he'd watch me with lustful eyes like a fresh kill. I'm served on a silver platter, aren't I?

Untouched. I can't tell myself that I'd preserved myself for him, though, because it's just not true. But I

am exactly that, untouched.

It just gives me more power now, doesn't it? He must love that his mate is only for him and will forever

be only for him. She may have had experience, but I can give him so much more. Not only will my body

be his, but I'll carry his children, and imagine the power that comes with that.

James is Alpha, no. I am the Alpha.

He needs me.

And he'd lay on the bed, and I'd stand before him. I'd climb over him and he'd ache of anticipation.

James would beg for me, he'd beg for just one...soft...touch—

"Rae?"

My eyes shoot open. "Yes?" I call, frozen.

His footsteps near the bed and I immediately sit up when I see him standing before me. James

watches me carefully. "Rae, what are you doing?"

"Um," I improvise, "I thought you wanted me in here? Am I not allowed to be in here?"

His eyes intensify. "Of course you can be in here. It was just unexpected."

"Well, then I guess I can explain why I'm home already."

"No," he says, sitting down on his bed next to me, "Theodore already explained after his apologies. He

said that you ran off while he was distracted, and he couldn't find you."

"Oh, well, I was going to tell you that it wasn't his fault."

James sighs. "Why did you run off? Was something wrong? Did he do something to you?"

"No. Not at all. I actually asked him to take me to see someone instead of on a tour," I explain, staying

true to my defense for Theodore. "I asked him to take me to his sister."

James' muscles tense and he looks away. "You wanted to talk with her," he mutters, probably hoping

this day would never come.

I discreetly run my bottom lip through my teeth before asking the daunting question, "Did you love her?"

James' eyes find mine. "I thought I did."

"Are you done with her?"

"Completely."

I nod and grab his hand, squeezing lightly. "I told you the truth James, and I expect the same back, so

I'm going to believe you. If I find out otherwise, I'm done here."

James shifts, now facing me. "Will you tell me why you were laying on my bed now?"

A subtle blush dusts on my cheeks. If we're being honest with each other, then I may as well be

completely honest. So I lean forward and bring my lips deathly close to his and look up into his eyes.

James' fingers trail down my jaw before getting a good grip, then he brings his lips to mine in short,

passionate kiss as if we're sealing the deal. The sensation wraps around me and my brows furrow, not

understanding why it has to be so short, and I bring our lips together again. And while we immerse

ourselves in the addiction, I hardly take my lips from his, "No one else, James."

I move closer, needing to be closer, and he suddenly brings me on top of him, onto his lap. My heart

races and a gasp escapes me as we enter a new realm, one that I'm not mentally or physically ready

for. Each of my legs is on either side of him and his hands grasp my waist, and I pull away from his lips,

my face hot. My hand rests on his chest like a stop sign.

I look down at his handsome face, and for a moment, wonder how I got here. "Not yet," I breathe out.