Mated To My Human Beta

8. Broken Moments

-Blake-

She looked comfortable talking with Shawn. I wondered why or how all the wolves immediately felt comfortable around her. She was a human, yet no one seemed to realize or remember that. As often as not, the wolves treated her like she was one of us.

But she was not. I knew, and I would always remember that one day, which made me realize how wrong I was to think otherwise. I almost lost her that day. I would rather be her enemy than lose her.

“I would rather stab him than save him or obey him, anyway,” Arya said as she gave me a look that was filled with negligence, and I didn’t like it, not one bit.

“You hate him,” Shawn said. It wasn’t even a freaking question. She shrugged as if she didn’t care to respond to that comment and looked around.

“I will show you to your room. You can rest for a while, and then you have your meeting with Alpha Vincenzo and your trainer, Lysandra. The ones who accompanied you have to stay until the meeting, and then they can leave, or they can stay for one more day. But that is all the home you will get. You will only get to leave Alerean during the Lunar Ball and the winter solstice.”

I quickly counted in my head. Lunar Ball would be… 89 days from today.

“That is too f*****g long. I can’t -”

“You can’t what? I think you need to detox. You are so obsessed with Arya,” I said to Axel before turning to look at Shawn, who was still talking.

Did the guy ever stop?

After the Lunar Ball, it would be another three months until solstice. They were the two important traditions of wolves.

Lunar Ball, also unofficially called the Mating Ball, was the biggest festival for wolves, when the wolves who reached mating age would attend to find their mate. When both the wolves reached the age of twenty, they would release a pheromone that would call to their mates. I had heard that there was nothing comparable to that one moment in any wolf’s life, ever.

I had already attended two Lunar Balls since I turned twenty, and by now, my mate was beginning to feel like a mythical creature. I wondered if the Moon Goddess even created a mate for me.

“I don’t really mind. I am okay with a chosen mate.”

“Yeah? She will castrate you and then bury you with your balls,” I said, knowing very well about this chosen mate that he wanted. Axel was a fuc.king headache. Because of him, I couldn’t stop thinking about how her beautiful eyes sparked, how her skin looked like satin and silk and sin, begging for a touch. Pink and human and delicate. But there was nothing delicate about Arya other than that fuc.king skin.

“Maybe you, but not me. She loves me,” Axel said, much to my consternation. I knew it was stupid to get envious of my own wolf, but sometimes, I really was whenever I saw the twinkle in her storm gray eyes when she saw Axel in his wolf form. I never got the twinkle.

“And whose fault is that?”

“Let’s go,” Shawn's voice pulled me out of my tete-a-tete with the wolf. He motioned to her, and she followed him. Asher stopped me with a look, and I sighed. He was going to start again. He had been talking about it since he heard Arya was going to Alerean.

“Lunar Ball? f*****g Lunar Ball?” Asher said, his face morphing into one of utter anger and displeasure. I had never seen him so angry in his life. Asher was usually pretty laid back.

“I know you will miss her, but I can’t do anything. You heard her. I don’t think she wants me to be her Alpha any more than I want her to be my Beta. So just let it go, Ash,” I said to my brother, and he glared at me before he stomped away. He had a penchant for drama, and that was why Axel and my brother got along pretty well.

“I don’t like drama. I am cool.”

“Cool? Says the wolf who cries watching How to Train Your Dragon.”

“I was young back then.” He sniffed.

“It was just two months ago.”

He huffed and didn’t say anything. I followed Shawn to another building.

“This is where you will be staying. All the new trainees live here. It is kind of drab, but you will learn to enjoy even the bed made of rock after a day outside in the field.”

“If you want to go home now, we can go,” Beta William said as he looked at his daughter, looking really worried. Her lips—fuc.king gorgeous and pink— became flat. I hated that I noticed how delectable her lips looked, even pressed together in defiance.

“I am not a quitter.”

She wasn’t, and that was why I had to force her to quit, and that often made me the enemy in her eyes. I would rather be her enemy than a friend who walked her to her early grave.

“But here you are, already writing her eulogy,” Axel said with a sarcastic scoff, his voice bitter, and I winced. It worried me, of course. It worried me so much that I hadn’t fuc.king slept properly in two days, but I hoped she would learn that this wasn’t a place for her sooner rather than later.

She would never learn that in Silver Shore. Everyone in Silver Shore adored her. She was the pack princess, and every wolf in the pack knew not to do anything that might harm or hurt Arya Tamran, or the Luna would bite their asses off. My mom literally would.

Shawn gave her an appreciative look that rubbed me the wrong way. I wanted to poke his eyes out. I didn’t like the way his eyes assessed her when she wasn’t looking. It wasn’t creepy, but from his look, I could say he was definitely interested.

“Give me your phone,” he said, and she handed it to him. “This is my number. You can call me whenever you need my help. I will leave you to rest now,” he said before he walked out.

“I will grab your suitcase,” Beta William said as he walked outside, and Asher followed him while I sat down on the bed with a groan. It did feel like it was made of rock. Arya looked at me and then looked at the door.

I could see the kaleidoscope of emotions flashing through her eyes.

“I won’t bite. You can sit,” I said as I looked at her. She flashed me a shark-like smile before sitting on the bed.

“I bite harder,” she mumbled to herself as she looked at me and bared her teeth.

“Yes please,” Axel said.

I smirked as I turned to the side so that she could see my ass. “How hard?” Axel smirked. I could be funny, too, when I wanted.

She coughed and then growled.

“STOP.”

“I did nothing,” I said as I raised my hand above my head before lying on the bed.

“It is my bed. Get off,” Arya hissed.

“Well… I am tired and I don't feel like moving right now. I was here first,” I said with a yawn as she stood up and walked to the side and glared down at me. Her eyes heated to the point that her gray irises were now dark black.

She grabbed my shirt and pulled, spewing curses under her breath.

“Stop being an asshole to her,” Axel said.

“The floor is empty. I am sure you won’t mind. You like doing things that will be hard on you, anyway."

Like enrolling herself into f*****g Alerean just because I said no to taking her as my Beta. No one understood why I had to say no, though.

Her face twisted, and she grabbed my hand and pulled harder than I anticipated. I almost fell off the bed, but at the last second, I used her force to tug her towards me, and she fell on me with a curse.

“Fu.ck, you madman with a-”

I only half heard what she was saying because my mind was focused on other things.

Even through my jacket, I could feel the fullness of her breasts pressed against my body and everything in me burned.

This was why I had to keep my distance. One touch and all my rational thoughts would evaporate.

My hand went to her ass, and I was sure it was Axel who was somehow controlling my hands because no matter how much I was screaming at myself to stop touching, I couldn’t stop.

I was sure she could already feel my arousal. Her hips moved, rubbing against my erection, and I groaned.

“Stop moving,” I hissed. I was an i***t. I shouldn’t have said that, knowing how much she got her pleasure from doing the opposite of what I asked. She writhed and moved, and with every movement, my c*ck grew.

My hands crawled up to her hips, and I gripped her to stop her from moving, but somehow my hands found the soft skin of her hips, and she was so damn lush and full.

My mouth watered. My body trembled.

“Arya… please don’t move,” my voice came out in a low grumble, and she stilled. She must have finally felt it, felt me.

I heard her heart racing, and she looked up into my eyes and gulped.

“Blake?” she breathed out, and I almost wanted to say, no, I am Axel, but fu.ck, if only I could find the strength to open my mouth without moaning or begging her to touch me in ways no one had. “Why are you-”

“We have already established your touch is good enough to arouse me,” I muttered, and then I felt her moving again. No, she was gyrating in such a way that every move of her body sent more blood coursing towards my c*ck.

“Wha-what are you doing?” I hissed.

“It feels- why does it feel so good?” she breathed out. She was talking more to herself than to me. “I hate you for everything you did and said, and yet… I can’t stop.” Her eyes were conflicted. Her gray eyes were a maelstrom of emotions that made me feel like I would get lost in them if I looked any longer. "WHY?" She sounded so vulnerable.

“f**k, Arya… f**k…” I growled as I gripped her blonde hair. Her hair was like a golden halo, and with a streak of pink running through it, she was like a rebellious angel. My f*****g devil.

“Blake? What is this game? What are you playing here?”

Even as she talked, her body didn’t stop moving, seeking my erection, rubbing it with her softness. If I exploded now, she had no one to blame but herself.

“Is this- are you trying to use your body to-”

“To what?” I hissed as I tugged at her hair, and she groaned in response. I forced her to meet my eyes. "TO WHAT? Finish what you started."

“Nothing. Let me go, Blake.” Her breath was hot on my parted lips. If she moved an inch, my dreams would finally come true. So f*****g delicious and tempting.

“Tell me.” I inhaled, and I was instantly hit by her familiar scent of vanilla with a hint of lavender, and also something so utterly her own. I would call that scent Arya. There was no one in this world who smelled just like that. I always knew where she was because her scent haunted me.

“LET ME GO.”

I did, but she didn’t move. She sighed, and I could feel her body softly moving along mine. After what felt like years, she finally jumped up, moved as far away as she could in the small room, and looked around, not meeting my eyes.

“Let’s forget this ever happened. Everything that happened during this f*****g trip. I think I am just heavily emotional about leaving home and being homesick already, and you are part of my home. I would have done this with anyone, I think…”

“Anyone?” I growled as I sprung up. My anger was instant. “What do you mean anyone?” I stalked towards her, and she backed into the wall.

"Josh. Matt. Anyone," she said. She should have just f*****g kept quiet. Why couldn't she? She always said the wrong things.

"So do you," Axel sighed. "At first it is fun to watch, but now... I am just tired. I just wish you two can get along." Axel did really sound sad.

I wanted to hurt my best friend when she hissed his name out. I hated that she even thought of him right now.

“You know what, Arya?”

“What?”

“I am glad you are leaving my pack. I have had enough of you,” I growled in her face, and her eyes widened.

She looked hurt.

“What the fu.ck are you doing now? One step forward and what? A million f*****g steps back?” Axel growled out. "I just told you..."

“She said Josh and Matt…” I snapped as I felt a twinge in my nerves. “Why did she say their names?”

She looked at me, her gray eyes glowing. “I am glad you are finally happy, Blake. Don’t worry. In two years, I will permanently be gone from Silver Shore.”

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