The Rejected Wolf Turn Mighty Luna

Christopher's POV

I felt bad as soon as Millicent ran off. Maybe I had not handled the matter the way I ought. I love her very much and whenever she is close, the beast in me wants to be released and I can barely keep him in. But I also love my brother. Sylvester and I may not see eye to eye sometimes, but he is s still my brother and Millicent hurt me when she acted like she hated both of us, especially Sylvester for murdering her parents and destroying her pack.

Don't get me wrong. I feel bad that such a thing happened to her parents and I wish that I could do more to ease her pain. But I hated it when I felt that she had anger in her heart and possible hatred for Sylvester and me. How can love thrive in such an environment? Or did I overreact? Did I misread the signals? Was what she felt for Sylvester a love - hate? Sylvester himself had professed to love her, he who hated her previously. Was it the case with her as well?

Why do I feel restless? Will Sylvester end up claiming Millicent? Will I lose her to him just like Cathania had predicted? What if this hate - love feeling turns into a great incomparable love? Will I be able to live without her? I just wanted to be sure she was not playing us against each other and I wonder where I get that feeling.

I sensed she was trying where ever she was and I felt like a heel for being the cause of her tears. I want her so much and I also want my brother to be safe. He is the only family - real family I have left.

Sign. Millicent is also my family. At least I want her to be but I don't know if she wants to be or if she's with us because she is nursing a plot to avenge her parents on us.

'Why will you even think that?' Zara, my wolf asked angrily. 'Do you want your suspicion to spoil this great thing we have with her? Have you felt this way with anyone before? Why not give her benefit of doubt?'

'Zara, you are thinking with your organ and not with your head', I replied him in my head. 'Do I really know Millicent? What do I really know about her?'

'And maybe you should start thinking with your heart and not your head. Overthinking it and being too cautious might just lose us our mate!' he retorted angrily. Zara had never before, spoken this angrily to me.

'I shall make sure we do not lose Millicent, but I want to be sure she doesn't just want me but also loves me!'

'The last time we almost mated, did she not confess her love to you? Go to her!'

'But I do not know where she is!'

'Are you bring serious? Can't you smell her? Sniff and her peculiar smell will lead us to her!'

I felt hurried. I needed to be with Millicent. I needed to apologise for speaking to her the way I did and for doubting her sincerity. I love my brother but I did not want to lose Millicent to him or anyone else for that matter! Sylvester will be safe and I shall have Millicent as my Luna.

'Now hurry and find her so you can tell her that!' Zara prompted. 'Stop telling it to me!'

I laughed as I started walking the path I saw Millicent run through. I started sniffing and soon it led me to a place I knew she might be. A place that she had told me previously brought her peace and which was also my favourite place.

She was sitting on the grass, with her knees raised, her head on her knees and her arms around her head, sobbing like her heart was breaking.

I did not want to alarm her by walking silently to her and touching her lightly like I had originally intended, so I dragged my feet on the ground to alert her of someone approaching.

She did not raise her head but I felt her body tense and her sobbing cease a little.

'Millicent', I called. 'I know you know I am the one. You must have smelt me just like I followed your smell to this place'.

She did not say anything but raised her head and looked into the water, not sparing me a glance.

'I am sorry for doubting you and saying things that hurt you', I said, sitting beside her on the grass and pulling the leaves of the grass from its stem. She still gave no response.

I snaked my arms round her waist, pulling her close. She did not pull away, thank goodness.I felt the pull again, it was stronger this time. What the hell! I was not a beast for goodness sake. Was what I thought of anytime I came close to her, mating?

'But if you are not a beast, what are you, a fickle human?' Zara queried.

I smiled. I had not meant it that way.

'What's so funny?' Millicent asked. I had been so lost in thought and in what I was feeling, compounded by Zara's distraction that I had not seen her turn to my direction.

'You make me feel so good!' I said, the first words that came to mind.

'How can an insincere, avenging wolf make you feel good?' she asked, her voice and eyes filled with pain and something else, longing? I hope.

'I have said I was sorry. What we had was just a lovers' row', I said, tipping her face up with my free hand, to look deep into her eyes.

'And your apology will make it all right I suppose?' she asked, still hurt. 'Will it make it all go away, the pain, the suspicion, the hurtful words, my loss?' she flicked her tongue over her lips to moisten them and my eyes followed the movement. The pull getting stronger.

'I know the words cannot be unsaid but I will make you forget them as well as the pain my brother and I have caused you, I promise', I said huskily.

'And how do you propose to do that?' she asked quietly, looking at me and I was sure now that it was lust I saw in her eyes.

'By replacing them with joyful words, feelings, thoughts and experiences', I murmured, capturing her lips in a fierce kiss. I could not stop myself. Her lips opened wider to better accommodate mine and I grew more demanding. Her response was as fierce as mine was. It felt like I had been starved of her love and touch.

I don't know how it happened but her hands were behind my head, pulling me even closer and I happily obliged. She moaned loudly and a tortured growl escaped from my lips. 'I want you desperately', I murmured into her mouth. Her response was a another moan. I lost it then.

The sitting position was no longer conducive, I quickly pulled my jacked and placed it on the floor, pushed Millicent gently down on it and lay beside her, my fingers combing her hair as I continued kissing her. My other hand was busy pushing her firm butt closer to my rigid shaft. She wriggled her waste, most probably to get a more comfortable position but the effect it had on me, the effect of her body rubbing against my shaft which was already engorged with blood was devastating and with a deep groan, I turned her over so that from lying by her side, I was lying on top of her, tugging at her polo shirt, when I realised it had no buttons nor zip, I quickly pulled it off her head. She had no brassiere on and her breasts were firm. It was not the first time I was seeing those rose peaks but each time I see them, they don't cease to hypnotize me.

I fell on them, wanting to swallow them whole but it was not possible, so I settled for sucking her nipples, while stroking the other. Her moan was my undoing. She threw her legs apart, arching her hips towards me and I knew I could not stop. Not this time. To hell with a comfortable bed. My control was zero.

'Millicent, you will be the death of me', I growled. I had never been this weak all my life and strong at the same time. She was my weakness as well as my strength.

She stopped, moving under me. 'Don't say that again. If you died, what would become of me?' she said, sadly.

'It was only a manner of speaking', I assured her but she was not satisfied. She looked bothered, why did the words affect her this much? I was anxious to get on with the work at hand, so I caught her nipple again, bit it, simultaneously pinching the other, she yelped but I quickly sucked it, first one, then the other, cooling it with my wet mouth and her yelp turned to a whimper of pleasure.

'You are killing me with your love, darling', I said, my mouth trailing kissing from her lovely breasts down to her naval, I tugged at her sort, I wanted to eat her pussy.

'If you do not get off her right this instant, your lust will actually kill you, now!' a voice bellowed in rage.

Millicent started, startled. I rolled of her, covering her with her shirt as I turned to face Sylvester.