Swapped Luna part 21

Previously…

She drops. Fucking faints.

I ram into the table to catch her, cursing as I cradle her in my arms and push her hair from her face. I over-did it. Pushed her too far.

"Turning to Cass, I shout, "What are you waiting for? The show is over. Get a doctor!"

PRESENTLY…

Victoria

I’m getting really tired of passing out.

I groan as I awake, finding myself tucked back in bed. Thorne is proving himself to be detrimental to my health.

We can’t stop bickering. He can’t understand—can’t accept—that I am done with all of this.

I touch the nape of my neck where he marked me. And it feels like there’s a chain wrapped around me. A permanent restraint, because Thorne has me right where he wants me. The cards have somehow fallen in his favor.

I don’t want the cancer to return. And the Alpha is my only medicine, so I’m stuck at his side.

I shudder when I think of my next dosage. Feeling his teeth sink into me while unconscious was easy. I felt nothing. But now that I’m awake, I’ll have no escape from his warmth and prowess.

All the fatigue and anger in my soul is not enough to suffocate my attraction for him. He’s an Alpha. Built for desire and respect. And my body very much respects his. He is built perfectly, and I dread having to be pressed in his arms, engulfed by muscle, as his teeth sink into me. Flooding me with his healing saliva, pheromones swirling, my nipples pressing against my shirt and beckoning for his attention.

I’m still getting used to being back in my body. Walking still doesn’t feel natural. I have little control over my movements, so I know I stand no chance against hiding my pull. My heart and breath will stutter before he even touches me.

Thorne will see right through me, and he will use my inescapable attraction to his advantage.

I look around the room, my stomach growling with hunger. I find that the table has been left behind from earlier, and there’s a bowl with fruit and water on it.

Carefully sliding off the bed, my bare feet walk across the cold tiles. I shudder, and the nape of my neck aches as if craving heat. Heat that only a particular male can offer, because everyone under this moon knows that no other male that touches me won’t live to tell the tale.

Thorne would bury them. Expanding his personal graveyard which has a current population of 2.

I nearly shudder again.

I pick up a pear—freshly washed—and I eat it as I look out the window. I can’t seem to ignore it. It calls to me. My gaze is locked on the treeline as I seek Maeve. Waiting for her to appear again. My trauma haunts me.

I’m not sure how much time passes before there’s a knock at the door. I’m sitting on a chair, toying with the stem of the pear, and recounting the steps that led me here to this territory and the arms of a relentless Alpha.

“Thorne?” I groan. Knowing that he’s back for me.

He has waited months to see me and I know he will keep coming.

He doesn’t answer, which I find odd, so I rise from my chair and head for the door, my steps heavy and slow.

I grab the handle and open the door. “I told you that I—“

I nearly scream, but the sound dies in my throat when I recognize the enormous wolf at the door. It’s Thorne. Shifted to his magnificent second form. Giant and furry. Looking at me with vibrant, intelligent eyes.

The irritation that I had just been feeling evaporates, replaced with a childish excitement. I never got to explore this side of Thorne; his wilder side.

I never met his wolf. At least not up close. And yet here he is. Waiting patiently for me—a man who waits for no one. He is vulnerably waiting for my next move; giving me control.

“Come in,” I whisper, and I’m oddly surprised when he listens.

Whenever I commanded Fang, he never quite behaved. But Thorne looks at me patiently. Pinning me with his gaze and watching my every move, ready to react.

I lower my hand slowly, and he doesn’t protest. I touch the Alpha’s fur, slowly caressing it. And my throat tightens because the intimacy of the exchange is not lost to me. I suspect I'm the first person to caress Thorne, because Alphas are made to admire from afar. Not to pet.

He purrs with delight, enjoying my touch as I rake my nails across his coat. It’s luxurious. Thick and warm. And I want to be on my knees for hours, admiring him.

I feel at ease. Peaceful. Because there’s no argument, no clashing wills. Just us.

I’m able to forget about my haunting past for a few minutes, getting lost in Thorne’s greatness.

I can feel his muscles rippling under his dark coat. He is a death machine. Even as he purrs with his eyes closed, there’s still a deadly edge to him.

He’s enormous, dwarfing me in both of his forms. I find it comforting.

I dare to bury my face in his fur, smelling his earthly tones.

“You’re giant,” I whisper in awe, sliding a hand around his front leg down to his paw.

He huffs, laughing, and when I reach his under belly and spy his erection, I know why. He’s laughing because he knows he’s large in both forms in all the right places.

With my face heated, I retreat to the safe spots. Caressing the top of his coat, head, and jaw.

I’m surprised he lets me near his neck, trusting me near such a delicate weak point.

I gently scratch at his neck, wondering if I’ll ever have to mark him, too. If my teeth will sink into him.

Thorne growls, seeming to sense that my thoughts are going to a sensual, dangerous spot.

I continue trailing my hands over his body, wondering what his tail would feel like.

As I explore him, I feel myself drawing closer. Bonding with this incredible male built in the image of gods.

He shames the werewolf books I used to read in Europe, making those characters puny when compared to him.

I feel his strength pulsing under my hands, but I also find a few flaws in his fur. Bumps and patches. A symbolic reminder that he’s great, but not perfect.

And I get closer to forgiveness because I’m reminded that Thorne is not a bad man. He’s flawed like me. He made mistakes.

I set my palms on my thighs and smile softly at him as I remain kneeling.

“Thank you for this.”

He stares at me for a while before closing his eyes and lowering himself. Bones crack and reshape, and fur retracts, but muscle remains as he shifts from one form to another.

“What?” He asks, kneeling before me in his naked human form. “Are you not going to caress this form, too?”

I scoff but keep my eyes trained on his. Not risking glancing down because the sight would surely make me pass out a second time.

Thorne chuckles and extends his hand to me.

To my surprise, there’s no hesitation in me as I reach out and clasp it.

There’s no contempt when I feel the sparks against our connected skin, either.

I am…enjoying his company. And although we’ve got a long way to go, I can sense a shift. Clouds parting to reveal a beautiful full moon among stars.

I don’t dare to get too hopeful. Hope has already failed me one too many times.

But for now…for now, this is nice.

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I will update the Captain’s Slave next and I’ve been writing chapters of Kryndor’s Bride offline!