Betrayed Luna's Fated Mate

-Brendon-

I already wanted to strangle Zack, but seeing him try to kiss Celeste when he knew she belonged to me made me want to rip him apart and then feed him his own parts. If Celeste hadn't been there to calm me down, I would have done it, but now I wanted some answers, and so did she. How exactly did I explain what had happened without it sounding... wrong?

"Brendon?" she asked, crossing her arms. "Where were you?"

"It is going to sound very strange."

"Not calming at all."

"No, it's not, because while Zack was putting his moves on you, the little luna he had been chatting with went after me."

"WHAT?" Celeste screamed, putting her arms down, and her small hands turned into tight fists. "She touched you?" "She pushed me into a bathroom."

"EXCUSE ME?" she yelled, her eyes turning yellow as her anger took over.

"Don't worry. I stopped it."

"Stopped it? That implies something began! What began?"

"She tried to kiss me as well. I tripped when she pushed me. I thought the door behind me would take my wait, but it didn't. I ended up on the floor, and she sat down on me."

Celeste was shaking so angry she was, and her eyes shone an even darker yellow.

"But I pushed her off. However, it seems they were working together tonight," I pointed out. "Zack loves to make trouble and-"

"Come here!" she screamed at me, grabbing my collar and dragging me with her.

She pulled me inside again, into what I saw was a tiny little office. She pushed me down on the chair behind the little desk, then straddled me and began opening my shirt. The wildness I felt under her skin was a damn turn-on, and I could feel that possessive energy spreading through her body, making me smile. Even though she couldn't remember us getting together, her instincts remembered, and her wolf knew the truth. I was hers, and she hated that someone else had tried putting their hands on me.

Celeste couldn't work on the buttons, so angry she was, so she sipped it open and then hissed before she sank her teeth into my neck. It almost made me come in my pants as she re-marked me as hers, biting deeply. The pain was sharp, but the pleasure that spread through me overtook it all. I began working on my pants, needing to be inside her again, but she slapped my hands away and began working on my pants herself. I helped her get them lower before she let me go from her bite and then slid to the ground, taking my cock deep into her mouth and making the air leave my lungs.

"Shit, beautiful. I'm yours, you know this," I gasped as she worked me so fast that I had no time to even register what was happening before I came down her throat. She sucked the cum from my balls, completely draining me, but I loved it. I loved how she stated her claim on me, and it was evident she felt good about it as she pulled back, licking her lips in a satisfying manner. I tried reaching for her, but she grabbed my hands, pushing them down.

"I'm going to clean up, then we are going home, and you're not going to stop mating with me until I say so," she ordered, making my whole body go tight with need. Normally, I was the one giving orders in the bedroom, but I knew this was Celeste's possessive side speaking, and she needed me to be completely hers.

"I'm yours. I will keep saying it," I told her.

I could easily slip out of her grip, but I loved the way she was acting, and so I let her hold my hands down. I tried leaning in for a kiss, but she turned around, swaying her hips on the way out and glancing over her shoulder with an obvious message in her eyes-I better fucking deliver when we got home.

-Celeste-

I hadn't noticed when we arrived the way people looked at Brendon because he wasn't an alpha, but when we went to collect our stuff to leave early, I saw it. The elite especially didn't like that he had attacked Zack, who was actually an alpha. I knew some werewolves could be quite judgmental, but these looks were ridiculous. Brendon was more worthy of being an alpha than Zack, and to make it obvious, I fully accepted him, I kissed Brendon before he put his arm around me, and we left together.

I barely remembered the car ride back because I was still so controlled by my possessive side, and I couldn't keep my hands off Brendon. I leaned closer to him, kissing his neck and biting the skin I had already broken. It was healing now, but it was extra sensitive.

"Fuck, beautiful, I'm driving," he reminded me, trying to keep me in control by pushing me back a little, but it was obvious he didn't want me too far gone.

I tried my best to stay in control, but the moment he parked the car, I was on his lap, straddling him.

"Fuck me," I begged as I kissed him hard.

"Didn't you want to go back to the bedroom?" he chuckled.

I nodded but was reaching for his belt.

"Patience, little mate."

"Fine, but hurry!"

I slipped out of the car, and Brendon quickly followed me. I looked over my shoulder, giving him a teasing look before I took off my heels, taking them in my hands. He understood the message, and I took off. He didn't hesitate and began chasing me into the house and up the stairs. I was laughing the whole way, and I knew he wasn't purposely catching me, so the hunt would last.

I ran to the bedroom, and that's when he finally "caught" me, wrapping an arm around me and bringing me close to him, but just as he caught me, I felt the same sharp pain in my head.

"Ah!" I cried out and began crumbling together as the pain intensified.

"Celeste?" I heard him call, but the world began turning dark around me.

"Busy?" I ask as I push my head into Zack's office.

He turns to me, smiling and shaking his head.

"I was just ending the work now," he tells me. "Why?"

I show him what I hold behind my back, which is a little blindfold, and he knows what I am asking.

"Now?"

"Definitely now!" I tell him, and he rises from his chair before I take off, making him chase me back to the bedroom. "Celeste? Celeste?"

I blinked my eyes open, looking right up into a pair of concerned blue eyes.

"Brendon?"

"Hey, beautiful, welcome back," he whispered, helping me sit up as I had ended up on the floor. "Easy now."

"Oh, fuck my head!" I groaned and placed my hand over my eyes.

"Here, drink a little."

I removed my hand and saw that Brendon had gone to get me some water. I grabbed it and took a careful sip before looking around. I was back in Brendon's and my bedroom, but this time, as images flashed in my mind, it wasn't painful. I saw myself standing by the window and Brendon coming up behind me. I turned my head a little and saw an old memory of Brendon coming out of the bathroom in just a towel, smiling at me. I turned my head some more, seeing him on the bed, and then I turned my head again, focusing right on the real Brendon, who was looking concerned at me.

"What?" he asked.

That's when I realized there was a difference between the two things I remembered. Whenever I got memories about Brendon and me, it didn't hurt, but when I got memories about... No, I wasn't even sure what it was about, but it felt as if it was another time, and then it hurt.

"Okay, we are taking you to the doctor," he said, grabbing my arm and helping me stand.

"Wait, wait," I told him, but he didn't seem to want to wait.

He grabbed my water and placed it away before he lifted me into his arms and carried me out of there. I was too tired to fight him, and I always felt so good in his arms, so I clung to him as he carried me downstairs, where the hospital wing

was.

"Doc!" Brendon shouted, our pack doctor was always around.

"Did something happen at dinner?" doc asked as he came out of his office.

"No, we just came back, and she fainted."

"Again?"

"Yes."

"Okay, I think we should do some more scans," he said.

"Do we have to?" I asked.

Doc nodded, and it was obvious Brendon agreed, so to calm them, I allowed them to fuss around me.