Second Chances

Chapter 12: Ember

Ember:

We spent a few hours looking around the house with Damien heading the tour. We saw our rooms, the kitchen and living room, along with our offices, the kids’ playroom, the home theater and even the greenhouse that Damien had prepared for us. Afterwards, both mother and children headed off for a midday nap. Damien moves Alia's crib into Harris's room as requested. We would have to move more things, but for now, they could share. Then Damien and I head off to his office. He wants to talk to me about the pack. There is a lot for me to learn. I had never been around a pack before. I knew very little about their inner workings. But I’m the Luna of Blood Moon now. I need to be a quick study so I can assist my mate with his duties in the pack. So I can be the best Luna for him.

Damien’s office had changed a little since he arrived. He mostly left it alone, out of respect for his late father. He added a few plants around the office, hoping the green would brighten its dull interior. We sat together in his office chair as we both wanted contact after being apart for such a long time. My skin felt hot because of closeness, my body remembering how long it had been since we were together. We both could feel the mate bonding pulling at us now that we were alone. But that would have to wait for just a little while longer..

“I need you too,” He whispered, touching the back of hair before leaning in to inhale my scent. “Soon, my love, I will show how much I missed you,”

His words sent chills down my spine as I remembered our last night together. He spent hours touching, caressing, even part of body, licking, kissing. He took me more times than I could count, filling me with so much of his seed. I would have gotten pregnant that night if I wasn’t already. My body was sore for two weeks after, my n*****s bruised from his sucking and biting, drinking of my breast milk.

“If you don’t control yourself, I’m going to have to bend you over the desk and f**k that need p***y of yours,” Damien whispered, leaning in my ear. I inhaled sharply, wetness spreading between my legs. I loved the idea. Oh goddess, please.

“Damn it, Ember, I can smell you. Do you want me to f**k you like that?” Damien questioned, reaching forward and touching my right breast, caressing it above my clothes..

“Would you?” I questioned with a slight smile. Reaching for his hand and pushing it down into my shirt. He laughed, pushing his hand lower into my shirt, caressing the soft flesh there.

“I need you to focus for a bit longer. We have a lot to talk about. And after I will give you what you want.” Damien whispered, as he found my right n****e, pulling and twisting it. I bore the slight pain until it turned into pleasure. Soon enjoying the roughness of his touch. Milk leaked onto his fingers as I became hot, wetness growing between my thighs..

“Damn, my love, you really missed me. Didn’t you? Have you been playing with yourself while I was gone?” Damien questioned, giving my n****e a hard twist. I couldn’t hold back the moan forming in my mouth.

“I did, but I thought about you. Your touch, your kisses, your c**k. I missed it all so much,” I whispered, reaching out for his other hand and placing it on my other breast. He laughed, lowering his hand into my shirt, searching for my other n****e before twisting and pulling at it too. A moan left my lips again, before his hands retreated, leaving my aching breast tingling, leaving my body hot and needy.

“Now focus, so we can get this over with,” Damien stated, kissing the top of my head. I simply nodded, shifting in his lap as I felt his hardness poking me from behind.

“Good girl,” he whispered, wrapping his arms around my shoulders, pulling me even closer to him. I inhaled sharply before relaxing against him.

“So Blood Moon has grown a lot since I left. Father took control over three packs within three years. This has expanded our territory by almost three times the normal size, meaning we are on the largest pack in North American. All the warriors that were present at the diner where former members of the packs my father took control over,” Damien stated. I nodded along, listening.

“I don’t know if they were trying to hurt you, to get to me. But it seems they were planning something. I think that wasn’t a rebellion on their part. Because they wouldn't have done it in this way. I think they were trying to frighten you and our children,” Damien explained.

“Now, I think the punishment would go along to ensure this doesn’t happen again. But I think having your Luna ceremony and having you meet the pack members would also ensure your position as Luna,” Damien explained..

“I have questions,” I stated as he finished his last sentence.

“Of course,” Damien replied.

“How did your father take over the packs? Who were those warriors before? And was is a Luna ceremony?” I questioned.

“Well, they took two of the pack in war. It wasn’t bloody. They saw our pack coming and surrendered with no death. So there isn’t much bad blood between them and us. They have only thrived since joining the Blood Moon pack. But the third was different. The Alpha went mad, killing pack members and starting wars all over. Until my father attacked and captured the Alpha. He was locked away, his feral wolf was treated, and now he is living a better life. Some think now that the Alpha is better, the land should be returned because he never surrendered. But my father would never release him, fearing it would start all over. One warrior there was his son, the heir of his pack. I don’t know what he has to do with it. But I will question him. We will find out the truth. Most of the other warriors were also sons and high-ranking warriors of the former packs,” Damien explained, pausing for my next couple of questions..

“Why did he become feral?” I asked quickly.

“He lost his daughter to a pack of rouges. They never even found her body. She was only sixteen at the time she just found her mate. Even was so happy then they went away for the weekend and she was taken and killed,” Damien explained, with sadness in his voice. I knew he felt sorry for the Alpha. He, too, had lost a child. My heart ached for the girl. She was only a child. She lost her life just after finding her mate. Their bond must have been just forming, but he likely felt her loss, which explains how they know she is gone without finding the body.

“That is so sad, poor girl,” I stated, tears welding up in my eyes.

“The Alpha became feral after that. The only thing keeping his wolf at bay now is a daily dose of wolfbane. My father didn’t have the heart to kill him, so he let him live,” Damien explained further.

“He did the right thing,” I said with a smile, thinking of how kind my father-in-law must have been to let such a broken man keep his life.

“I would have done the same. I couldn’t have hurt him. It’s not his fault his wolf turned feral. Mine almost did the same. Which is why I left and found you, the best thing to happen to me,” Damien stated, leaning into kiss the top of head again.

“I feel bad for his son, too. Which warrior was he?” I questioned, hoping that would remember his face and could save him from his punishment. After all their family has been through, I don’t think it’s wise for him to be hurt like that, when he is already hurting so much.

“He was ‌the guy on the ground with burned hands. He was really trying to get through the bubble. That i***t could have died, and I would have deal with his father,” Damien explained, causing my heart to skip a beat. The question came to mind: what was the girl's name? But I couldn’t bring myself to ask. My headache as I thought about asking the question…

“So what is the Luna ceremony?” I questioned, avoiding talking about the warrior who called out for me by a different name..

“Well, it’s like a wedding. We will say vows to each other. I will remark you and you will drink some of my blood. Then we are taken to bed where will mate,” Damien explained. Sounds simple enough. I wasn’t a fan of drinking his blood, but not that big of a deal. I could live with it even if it was strange.

“I’m down. When?” I questioned, thinking the sooner it happened, the better.

“How about tomorrow night? It will give us enough time to prepare, and the sooner we do it, the better,” Damien asked.

“Tomorrow then,” I said, reaching for his hands and placing them where they were before this whole talk started. He laughed and kissed my forehead again.