The Alpha's Little Luna

The great hall of Silver Moon is bursting at the seams.

The heavy base of the Afrobeat reverberates from the speakers, shaking everything on the pack land to its foundations. It's my sixteenth birthday, Zane has thrown out a big party for me. We have live bands performing on the massive stage and later in the evening, a DJ will mix the best songs all together to a powerful beat.

The mood is top, never before has Silver Moon experienced so much bustle. Just for this day, Alpha Ahri permitted members of Midnight Moon entry to celebrate this day with me in my pack. This makes my birthday doubly special.

And I’m telling you, everyone is present, young and old enjoy to the fullest. The drinks flow freely and the huge catering offers so many choices of dishes. The hall is also beautifully decorated, Zane has appointed a team responsible for the decoration and I must admit they did quite a successful job. This is the most lavish birthday party in my pack's history.

I stand on a balcony that overlooks the beautiful hall.

My gaze is on the hundreds of pounding wolves, all with glass in hand. They twerk and shake, some singing along to the beat while grinding each other’s asses. Everyone is having so much fun.

I feel two hands wrap around my waist, Zane's familiar cologne enters my nostrils. I throw my head back against his chest. “Thank you, Zane. This is the best birthday I've ever had. I love you so much”, I whisper, turning to face him. My lips seek his, but he shifts so that my kiss landed on the corners of his mouth. A moan of displeasure escapes me, Zane continues to refuse to deepen the sexual side of our relationship. And I want him so, it’s absolutely not my hormones working as he always states. It’s the longing of a grown-up woman, a mate.

We've been arguing about this for a few months now. As much as I try to seduce him, his iron self-control prevents him from claiming me. I’ve pointed out to him that she-wolves from my pack are already experimenting with sex at the age of fifteen and know much more than me who already have a mate. In the past years, the least I've seen Zane in is a boxer or Speedo. For the last few weeks I've been showing him more of my body. My breasts have grown considerably and promise to become some sweet, heavy marbles. And I always have my pussy shaved clean, waiting for him to see it anytime.

Last week when I entered his room naked, I saw him looking at my boobs greedily. But he did not give in to his lust, he just took a bath towel to wrap around me. Even though I've touched his naked body several times, he still prevents me from worshiping him with my tongue, as I've seen many women do with their man in the movies. I’m only allowed to touch and kiss him, but nothing more sensual. And it really frustrates me.

No matter how I beg, he keeps dodging my prying hands out of his boxers. “It's your hormone, Mercedes. We have to wait until you're eighteen, love," he told me last night for the umpteenth time after another failed attempt. “I want you too, love, don’t get me wrong. You don't know how much. I've been restraining myself for years as I watch you become more desirable each time I see you.”

His words made me proud, yet disappointed. I want Zane to own me physically, show me I'm his. I want to feel him deep inside me as he confesses that he’s mine. Thinking about having to wait another two years almost drives me crazy.

I look up to him now, my gorgeous God.

He gets more breathtaking with age, the women are now more openly chasing him.

Often I've had to make it clear to a she-wolf that she is hunting in my territory, that I have exclusive rights to Zane. Amused, he then watches how it all played out, only to take me in his arms afterward and hug me tenderly. "Yes, I'm hers, exclusively and completely", he warned the bitch. These confessions only make my urge to possess him even stronger.

“Everything for my mate, love. You are the most precious thing I own, making you happy is what I live for,” he whispers, kissing my forehead. “I want more, Zane,” I insist. “I want to be your woman”. He stares down at me lovingly, his hand grips in my hair. Softly he covers my face with small kisses. “You are my woman and I sure as hell I am going to own you. There's nothing more certain than that," he explains hoarsely, pushing me closer to him.

“Give me more”. My voice is now choked, the tension between my legs is unbearable and Zane must realize how painful this waiting is. His body tightens against mine. “I smell your arousal, you are horny. Don't worry, I'll take care of you tonight." With a jerk I lift my face to his. “Really, Zane?” I ask happily. "Will you make me yours tonight? Please don’t let me down."

Zane smiles, a glint appears in his eye. And then I feel his lips on mine.

Finally! I have longed for this first kiss for so long. Eagerly I grab him by the neck and press his head closer to mine. My lips part and our tongues meet halfway. His sweet tongue dances the rhythm of love with mine until we become breathless. With his lips on my neck, Zane tries to catch his breath. “You are a vixen, Mercedes. You steal my heart every time again. I love you, my mate, so much that it takes the best of me”, he whispers into my hair. "Do not worry. I got you. Soon you will feel better.”

With that promise, this night can't go wrong…