Savage resolve: A wolf's journey to freedom

As the door swung open, we were both jolted out of our passionate reverie, our breaths coming in ragged gasps as we hastily pulled away from each other. Standing in the doorway was a young woman, her eyes widening in surprise as she took in the scene before her.

"Um, sorry to interrupt," she stammered, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "I, uh, just came to let you know that lunch is ready."

I scrambled to my feet, my face burning with embarrassment as I tried to compose myself. "Th-thank you," I managed to stutter, avoiding the young woman's gaze as I hurriedly straightened my clothes.

Alex rose gracefully to his feet, his expression unreadable as he nodded at the young woman. "Thank you, Sophie," he said calmly, his voice betraying no hint of the turmoil that raged within me. "We'll be there shortly."

As Sophie nodded and hurried away, I turned to face Alex, my cheeks still flushed with embarrassment. "I-I'm sorry," I began, my voice barely above a whisper. "I don't know what came over me. I-"

Before I could finish my sentence, Alex reached out and gently cupped my face in his hands, his gaze soft and reassuring. "Hey, it's okay," he said softly, his voice filled with warmth. "There's no need to apologize. We both got carried away."

I nodded, grateful for his understanding, but unable to shake the feeling of embarrassment that lingered within me. "I just... I don't want to make things awkward between us," I admitted, my voice barely audible as I struggled to meet his gaze.

Alex smiled reassuringly, his thumb gently brushing against my cheek. "Trust me, Mia," he said softly, "there's nothing awkward about what just happened between us. If anything, it just proves how strong our connection is."

His words washed over me like a soothing balm, easing the tension that had coiled within me. And as we made our way to the dining room together, I couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for the understanding and acceptance that Alex had shown me.

Together, we shared a meal filled with light conversation and easy laughter, the lingering tension from our earlier encounter slowly dissipating with each passing moment. And as we sat side by side, basking in the warmth of each other's presence, I knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, we would face them together—as mates bound by destiny and united in v

After lunch, I called my boss to inform him that I would be taking the day off. He was initially upset, but after a conversation with Alex, he seemed to calm down and even granted me a week off. I wasn't privy to what Alex said to him, but it seemed to do the trick. Afterward, Alex took me to his place.

It was a sprawling house nestled in the woods not far from the city. As we arrived, I couldn't help but notice the pack members going about their training routines, some pausing to cast curious glances in my direction. I couldn't shake the feeling of being an outsider, the same feeling of not belonging that I had experienced back home.

"Is something bothering you, babe?" Alex's voice broke through my thoughts, concern evident in his gaze.

I forced a smile, trying to brush off my unease. "Everything's fine," I replied, though I knew he saw through my facade.

His expression told me as much—he didn't believe me, and we both knew we would need to address it later.

Once inside his house, Alex led me to his room, but I couldn't bring myself to take in my surroundings. The weight of my insecurities hung heavy in the air, threatening to suffocate me. I felt the familiar walls of self-doubt creeping back around me, undoing all the progress I had made in breaking free from them.

Seated on his lap, I avoided his gaze, unable to articulate the turmoil churning within me. But Alex wouldn't be deterred, his gentle touch urging me to open up.

"Look at me, beautiful," he implored, his voice soft but firm. "What's wrong? I can sense your worries through our bond, but I need to understand what's causing them. Please, talk to me."

I swallowed hard, the lump in my throat making it difficult to speak. "I just... I don't feel welcome here," I admitted, the words tumbling out in a rush. "The way everyone looked at me, it felt like I didn't belong. I know I'm supposed to be their Luna, but the way they regarded me with such disdain... it's daunting to think about facing that every day."

Alex's arms tightened around me, offering a reassuring embrace that provided a fleeting sense of comfort. "You belong here, Mia," he murmured, his voice filled with conviction. "And I'll do everything in my power to make sure you feel that way. We'll face this together, okay?"

With his unwavering support, I felt a glimmer of hope amidst the darkness of my doubts. And as I leaned into his embrace, I knew that with him by my side, I could overcome any obstacle, no matter how daunting it seemed.

I nodded in response to Alex's comforting words, but any further attempts at conversation were derailed by the sensation of his hands tracing soothing circles on my back. Each gentle touch sent tingles of pleasure coursing through my body, igniting a fire within me that I struggled to contain.

"He tastes like honey," I found myself murmuring, the words slipping out before I could stop them.

To my surprise, Alex's response was filled with equal fervor. "I can't get enough of you either, princess," he confessed, his voice laced with desire.

My cheeks flushed crimson at the realization that I had spoken my thoughts aloud, but any embarrassment was quickly overshadowed by the intensity of the moment. Before I knew it, I found myself lying on the bed, lost in the depths of Alex's mesmerizing gray eyes.

His features were a symphony of perfection—a strong jawline framed by stubble, lips curved into a knowing smirk that hinted at hidden depths of passion, and a gaze that seemed to pierce straight into my soul. His dark black hair was tousled in a way that only added to his rugged charm, and his broad shoulders bespoke a strength that was both physical and emotional. In that moment, he was the epitome of masculinity, a sight to behold and a force to be reckoned with.

As I drank in the sight of him, a surge of desire washed over me, igniting a hunger that could only be sated by his touch. With a longing gaze, I reached out to him, silently inviting him to join me in this intimate dance of desire. And as he leaned in to meet my lips with his own, I surrendered myself to the overwhelming rush of sensation, lost in the bliss of our shared passion.

His lips were everywhere; my heart was beating like it was about to explode.

I don't know when it happened, but somehow I was now under him.

He started kissing my neck, going down my body, pulling out moans from me. My hands were in his hair, and the other was fisting the sheets.

My desire for him was running high; his hand on my neck applied the right amount of pressure, making me even more aroused.

His hand slipped inside my shirt, making me moan even louder as he played with my breast. Before I knew it, my shirt and undergarments were on the floor. He stood up, looking at me up and down, and smiling.

"You look incredibly sexy, baby girl. All mine, baby, all mine."

I blushed furiously under his gaze as I tried to cover my breasts with my hand. I always found them beautiful, but hearing him say they were sexy made me feel hot all over.

He took off his shirt alongside his pants, standing only in his white boxers. His beautiful six-pack was on full display, showing me just how hard he worked out. His arms fit so well in his suit like he could deliver a mean blow, sexy with every step towards me.

"Mine," I growled, standing to my feet just as he was about to step on the bed. I pulled him closer and kissed him as he ripped my skirt along with my underwear off my skin. The power of this man did shocking things to me.