His Silent Luna

CHAPTER 9

SILVER POV

I gulped down the liquor as it touched my tongue. I stopped momentarily to catch my breath and continue drinking the bottle of whiskey.

I was pissed at that old man. Why the hell couldn't he just die peacefully? Why must he cause trouble for me before he leaves?

He says I only think like a warrior? That's his fault, he was the one who sent me off to train with the warriors and join our pack's military at the age of seven, I didn't get to be close with my mother or him. He sent me off to war when the other pack's Alpha threatened our safety for the throne. He made me kill whoever crosses us and I was traumatized as a kid but he didn't care.

He was a bad father, I'm aware of it but it made me stronger and the wolf I am today. I'm powerful, strong, fast, ruthless, and feared. I love it this way. Those traumas made me stronger and know what power feels like. I can conquer any kingdom and if he doesn't give me this throne willingly despite all my efforts, I'll just conquer instead.

The bar was empty, it had always been since my father stopped drinking and I was the only one who drank there now.

I am no drunkard but I need something to take my mind off things otherwise I'll do something I shouldn't.

This is my kingdom, I shouldn't wage war against it. I have to sit on that throne peacefully.

I remembered what my father said back in the garden about my mother. I don't know her well but I do have some memories of her being a kind woman who took care of me lovingly. She was those type of soft-hearted she-wolves, and I can imagine Lyka to be like her, taking care of gardens.

Whatever, soft and weak wolves like them tend to die quickly.

I carried my bottle of whiskey and took it along with me as I tried to find my way to my chambers.

My vision was getting blurry but my anger was also slowly subsiding so I drank some more.

I emptied the bottle but I wasn't satisfied, I turned back to get more but Lyka suddenly appeared.

She was in a white bodycon that hugged her curves. She is sexy as hell and has long legs. Her wavy strawberry-red hair spread across her shoulders and ended right where her n*****s should be.

She smiled at me, showing off her cute dimples, her gorgeous green eyes sparkled under the light and her lips were calling for me.

I felt my pants get tighter and my heart pounding in my chest. I was not well.

My grip on the bottle loosened and it fell to the tiled floor. I bent down immediately to pick it up but I got cut from its sharp edges.

Lyka rushed towards me and grabbed the injured finger, her green eyes were filled with worry. I found myself wanting to assure her I was okay so that look would be gone.

"I'm okay," I say but she shook her head. She helped me get up and she walked with me to my quarters. She showed a guard my injured finger and they brought a first aid kit for her.

She meticulously cleaned the wound like it wouldn't heal in thirty minutes. She wrapped it with a bandaid and I found myself wondering how she knows how to dress a wound?

I know because I was in the military but she was a slave and even if she gets cut, it should heal in thirty minutes so there was really no need to learn it.

As she worked, some hair went in her face so I reached out to tug it behind her ear but I couldn't locate where her face actually was so I had to lean closer. When I tugged it behind her ear, I whispered to her, "Why do you make me curious about you?"

She brought those forest green eyes to me again and our lips were almost touching. Her eyes widened in shock and she was about to turn away but I was faster and cupped her chin, I made her look at me again then pressed my lips into her.

She resisted and wanted to pull away but I cupped her face and kissed her more passionately. She hesitantly returns the kiss. I knocked at her teeth but she didn't open up for me, "Part your teeth." I instructed in the few seconds I took a break from her lips.

Once she parted her teeth, I explored her mouth with my tongue, each corner to the back of her throat. When I pulled away, she was out of breath, gasping for air.

I carried her in my arms and took her to my bed and sat on top of her thighs. I kissed her again, I raised her hands and placed them on top of my shoulders and she wrapped her fingers around the back of my hair and deepened our kiss, trying to imitate my movements.

My hands trailed down her chest to her breasts and I caressed them. She moaned on my lips and hearing that sound aroused me even more.

I pulled away and reap the bodycon off her body, my eyes and hands explored her body, feeling the curve of her hips on my palms. "You're hot, Lyka." I found myself admitting to her and she blushed bright red.

My d**k twisted uncomfortably in my pants and I grunted. I zipped down my pants and pulled them off my waist, my boxers followed immediately after.

Lyka gasped and looked away but I cupped her chin and made her look. I wanted her to see how big and hard I was and when those green eyes widened as she stared, I felt so good and needy as well. I wanted her to do it.

I grabbed her hands and placed them on top of my d**k. She tried wrapping her small hands around it but it was too big.

The feel of her cold hands on my d**k was wonderful, "Stroke it, Lyka. Stroke my dick." I ordered as I was already patient to reach ecstasy.

She gave my d**k little strokes, slow and gentle. "Faster, Lyka. I want it faster.”