Warrior Luna and Her Dispell Poems

Temptation and Desperation

Back on the sports track, Asher couldn’t shake the lingering frustration. The moment Bella left the field, his chest tightened with an overwhelming sense of loss, a growl rumbling deep in his throat before he could stop it. He barely registered the intensity of his own emotions until his body moved on autopilot, slamming into one of the other players harder than he intended.

“Keep that rage for the actual game, Asher!” the coach barked, snapping Asher out of his thoughts.

The world around him came rushing back, and he realized what he’d done. The boy he’d tackled was still on the ground, wincing as he rubbed his shoulder.

“Apologies, man,” Asher said quickly, extending a hand to help the player up. “That was not intentional.”

The boy grunted but took his hand, rising to his feet with a nod. “No worries. I’m good.”

Asher forced a smile, but his mind was still far away. The incident had only worsened the storm brewing inside him. He felt raw, his temper just beneath the surface, restless and irritated. Bella’s absence was like a hole in his chest, and it only deepened every time he was reminded of the boundary between them, the line he couldn’t cross, at least not yet.

The rest of practice passed in a haze. His body went through the motions, but his thoughts kept circling back to Bella. The way she smiled at him earlier, the way her dark hair framed her face as she sat quietly on the bench, unaware of how much she affected him.

All he wanted was to go to her and capture her in his arms and never let her go. But Asher had to hold back. He couldn’t give in, not until fate made it clear if Bella was his mate. He was waiting for his birthday with excitement and dread. Excitement that he would finally be able to find his mate and dread if it was someone else and not Bella.

Since childhood, they had been best friends, and he knew from quite an early age that he had a massive crush on her. It was something about her that attracted him, but he tried to do the right thing and stay away from her in that sense. It would not be fair for her to give her hope if fate had something else for them in store. This is the reason why, till now, he refused to date anyone, being Bella or someone else.

When practice finally ended, Asher headed toward the locker room with the other boys, his muscles aching from the exertion. But instead of changing out of his clothes, he paused. He needed space. Air. Time to clear his head before he did something reckless.

Without saying a word, he turned and headed straight for the parking lot. He threw his gym bag into the back seat of his car, and as soon as he slid into the driver’s seat, he let out a long, frustrated breath. The tension he’d been holding onto all afternoon finally spilled over, and with a growl of frustration, he slammed his fist against the steering wheel.

“f**k!” he groaned, his voice echoing in the empty car. His breathing was ragged, each inhale and exhale, a battle for control as he fought against the rising tide of emotions and his body's arousal. His entire body was on edge, his muscles tight, his c**k hard rock, his skin prickling with the energy he couldn’t seem to shake.

Asher leaned back in his seat, squeezing his eyes shut as he tried to regain control. He counted his breaths, long and slow, willing his body to calm down. But it seems that today it wasn’t working as usual. Everything was pushing him to lose control.

But Asher knew better. As the heir to the pack, he had responsibilities. He couldn’t act on impulse, no matter how strong the pull was toward Bella. If she wasn’t his fated mate, if the bond wasn’t there when they both turned eighteen, it could destroy them both.

“Get a grip,” Asher muttered to himself, his hands gripping the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white. He couldn’t let his emotions control him. Not now. Not yet.

After what felt like an eternity, he managed to calm himself down enough to drive home. The trip was a blur, his mind too caught up in the chaos of his emotions to focus on the road. By the time he reached his house, the sun had begun to dip below the horizon, casting long shadows across the driveway.

Asher slammed the door behind him as he entered the house, his jaw clenched tight. His parents were likely out, busy with their Alpha duties, while his two other brothers were in an inter-pack summer camp. He wasn’t in the mood to explain why he was acting like a caged animal. All he wanted was to be alone.

He rushed upstairs, taking the stairs two at a time, and practically shoved open the door to his room. Once inside, he locked the door behind him and leaned against it, exhaling sharply as if the simple act of locking himself away could somehow contain the storm raging inside him.

But it wasn’t that easy. Not today.

Asher let out another growl of frustration, running a hand through his damp hair as he paced the length of his room. His body was still thrumming with restless energy. It wasn’t normal for him to feel this way. Sure, he’d always been protective of Bella, drawn to her in a way that went beyond friendship, but lately, the pull had become unbearable, torturing him day and night. Every time she was near, every time she smiled at him, his body reacted with a need so intense it scared him. He was always the composed and calm one of his entire family, but the chaos he felt inside was something out of this world.

What made it worse was that he couldn’t do anything about it. Not yet.

He crossed to his bed and sat down heavily, rubbing his face with both hands. It had been a long day, and he felt like he was barely hanging on. His thoughts were consumed by Bella, and no matter how hard he tried to push them away, they always came back. Her smile, her laugh, the way she seemed to calm his raging emotions with just a glance, it all haunted him.

“Please Moon Goddess! Let her be my mate! I beg you!” he said between his long breaths.

“Just a few more days,” Asher whispered to himself. His eighteenth birthday was approaching fast, and with it, the answer to the question that had been torturing him for years. He just had to hold on until then.

Standing up, Asher headed toward the bathroom, stripping off his sweat-drenched clothes as he went. He needed a cold shower, something to cool the heat that still burned in his veins. He turned the water on full blast and stepped in, letting the freezing stream hit his skin, shocking his senses back to reality.

Unfortunately, despite the freezing water pouring down on him, Asher’s body refused to calm down. The icy stream, meant to soothe his racing thoughts and burning desires, barely touched the heat inside him. It was as though the cold had no effect. His muscles were still tight, his chest heaving with every frustrated breath. His mind, no matter how hard he tried to fight it, kept drifting back to one thing: Bella.

With a low groan, Asher leaned against the cool tile wall, pressing his forehead to the surface. His fists were clenched at his sides, his entire body tense. He had been fighting this for so long, pushing back the temptation, the need that clawed at him every time he saw her. But today, it was too much. She’d smiled at him earlier, just a small, simple smile, but it had unraveled him completely.

Closing his eyes, he finally surrendered. His mind slipped into forbidden territory as he allowed himself to think about Bella … really think about her. The image of her dark hair falling softly around her face, the way her lips curved when she spoke his name, the way her eyes held a depth that made his heart race, it all crashed over him in a wave of desire that almost brought him to his knees.

He bit his lip as his hand slowly moved downward, touching his hard member which was standing tall, surrounded by thick veins which were aching in pain. When he fisted himself, he let a long and loud groan of relief. He imagined her in front of him, imagined the softness of her skin, the warmth of her body pressed against his. Every detail was vivid in his mind, from the scent of her hair to the way she’d fit so perfectly in his arms.

Asher’s breathing grew heavier, his control slipping entirely. His mind was lost to the fantasy of Bella, the one person he couldn’t have but desperately wanted. His body trembled with need, as he continued to move his hand up and down, the agony and ecstasy both intertwined.

His heart raced, his thoughts consumed by her. Bella. She was everywhere, in every breath, every pulse of his body. The tension he’d been carrying all day finally snapped as he found his release, her name a whisper on his lips. His body shuddered, the pent-up frustration finally easing, though the ache for her remained just as strong.

As the cold water continued to cascade over him, Asher’s head dropped forward. He stood there, his chest rising and falling as he tried to catch his breath.

For the moment, the edge was gone, and he realized that today he had been closer than even from a disaster. It seemed that the only way that he could maintain his control, temporarily, would be to avoid her, at least until his 18th birthday.

But his resolve was shattered, when later, his mother texted him to be in time for the Monthly Pack Dinner. It was a tradition started by his mother, who imposed as a rule in the pack that on the last Thursday of the month, everyone from the pack should have dinner together in the big events' hall. In this way, all the pack members would be together and increase the bond and collaboration.

“f**k!” Asher said to himself. This means that in less than one hour he will see Bella.

It was useless to claim to be sick as his mother would be all over him, and this was the last thing he wanted, especially as she was a blessed healer and would know instantly that he was lying.

“Moon Goddess, help me to survive the temptation!” he prayed, as he closed his eyes in desperation.