Betrayed Luna's Fated Mate

-Celeste-

I freeze. My emotions are all over the place. First, I was irritated because Zack had been so bold, and so had his father to suggest he was somehow the better choice for me. Then Brendon had smacked my ass so hard, I didn't find it funny, so I had become even more pissed, but I just had to look at him, feel his tight grip around my throat, and all I could think was him between my legs, making me feel so good. Yet his question made me feel tense and unsure. Would he smack my ass again, or would he do something else to me for going to see Zack?

Zack had almost kissed me at dinner, and Brendon had rutted me so hard over the railing that I almost passed out. I wouldn't mind that again, but I sensed something darker in Brendon this time. He certainly wasn't happy, and I could understand why. Going to Zack had brought me some problems.

“Well? It hung on me after you left, meaning you have been very close to him," Brendon pointed out.

"I..."

"Yes?"

"I went to see him," I admitted.

Brendon let out a powerful growl and tightened his hand even more around my throat. He didn't cut off my air supply, he simply reminded me of his power and possessive nature by holding me in a firm grip. Yet between mates-true mates- such behavior wasn't frightening, it just made me feel cared for. My body responded, and I grew wet. I began wiggling underneath him, but Brendon remained fully dressed and held me away from him. "Brendon," I panted.

"Why?" he asked.

"What?" My head was a bit mushy with my mate sending out such powerful energy. It made me need him so much.

"Why did you go to see him?"

"I..." I opened my legs even more, bending my legs so my feet rested on the bed. I knew he could smell my arousal filling the room, but he didn't move, which was so frustrating. But Brendon wasn't the best warrior for nothing. He was patient, and the fact he had waited for me to be old enough to be claimed despite knowing for so long I belonged to him truly showed how patient he could be.

"Brendon," I moaned.

"Answer me, Celeste."

"You told me to remember!"

"Yes, but I didn't tell you to go and try to relive those memories with the fucker!"

"But it worked!" I insisted. "I do remember. I remember a lot."

"Oh, is that his scent hanging all over you? Did you get on top of him to remember?"

"Of course not!" I snarled, trying to lift myself, but he held me down.

"Then WHY?" he shouted, and I saw how raw his instincts were. He was obviously scared and concerned that something had happened to me. "He... thought I came to seek him out," I whispered.

"Seek him out?"

I sighed, taking a deep breath, as I knew this would only upset Brendon more.

"He thought... I wanted another mate."

"Another..." Brendon couldn't finish that sentence and pressed his eyes together in anger before he focused on me again. "We are true mates." "I know, but..."

"But?"

"Well, I'm... a luna," I pointed out. "And Zack is an alpha."

"And only an alpha is good enough for you, right?"

"You know I don't think that way."

"But everyone else does, and they will try to convince you that you shouldn't be with me, despite me having claimed you as mine," he growled.

"Brendon, they don't matter," I told him, but then Brendon was opening his pants, and I felt my body grow hotter, wanting those punishing, almost branding thrusts of his.

However, he leaned down first, biting through the mark on my shoulder. I screamed, wiggling as it stung so badly, but he held me tightly, waiting for the pleasure to take over. I began shuddering beneath him, growing so wet for him, and as I came, he pushed his ants down, and then he was inside me, thrusting deep and brutally.

"Oh yes!" I panted, still coming, until he let go of my shoulder with his teeth.

His lips were red, and a little blood drippled down his chin. It was so incredibly attractive, as it showed how much I belonged to him. I came apart again, screaming his name.

"You're mine, Celeste. Only mine! Do you understand?" he asked.

I nodded.

"Then fucking say it."

"I'm yours, Brendon!" I cried out, and he kept thrusting into me until I was crying out for a third time, and then finally he found his release too, growling so loudly that I knew anyone close by heard the harsh claiming that was taking place. It felt incredible, though, and it sated something deep and primal in me as he came too. Afterward, we slumped down on the bed with him on top of me, licking the still-bleeding mark.

"I told them that," I whispered after catching my breath, and Brendon lifted his head.

"Them?"

"His father wanted to chat with me as well, telling me that..."

"That his son was a better fit for you, right?" Brendon growled.

"Yes," I replied, lifting my hand to his cheek. He grabbed it and kissed the palm. "But I made it very clear that I am not looking for an alpha because it's the "right" fit. I know who I belong to. Even as I began remembering, I knew." "You remember everything?"

"Most. I know that I was Zack's mate in the other life," I told him, hearing Brendon growl again, and he pulled out a little to shove inside again, reminding me who I belonged to. I moaned. "B-But he never made me feel the way you do. I don't know what went wrong in my other life, but it's obvious I should have been with you."

"You definitely should have."

"I wasn't enough, though."

Brendon tilted his head a little, appearing confused.

"You're always enough," he assured me.

I smiled, feeling such warmth in my chest. "Not to him. He wants more. Brendon, that is what went wrong. I couldn't provide enough power for Zack. He wanted more, so he took a second mate, Serena." "Serena?"

"Yes, and eventually I was thrown out in the cold."

"But he can be together with Serena now. Why isn't he?" Brendon asked.

"Because her father is hard to convince, and I don't think Zack's father approves of her either. He made it clear a luna myself was a better choice," I explained.

"He wants someone less bold."

"I'm not bold?" I questioned, feeling offended.

Brendon smiled a little, then leaned down to kiss my lips. "Not bold in that way. It was just a nice way to not call her a slut."

"You know I hate that word," I sighed.

"I know. That's why I didn't say it," he teased me before kissing me again.

"So I'm not that kind of bold in your eyes?"

"Of course not."

"Maybe that's because you scared all the guys away!" I reminded him, and he smiled at me smugly, but it made me shake my head before I remembered something. "Brendon?" "Yeah?"

I ran my hand through his hair, and he smiled a sweeter smile at me before he began mating with me slowly.

"Was there anyone before me?" I asked.

He froze for a moment, then smiled at me before he continued to thrust slowly. "Only one."

"Only one?" I asked, shocked.

"I tried getting you out of my head. I tried focusing on someone else until I could have you."

"So it was serious?"

He shrugged a bit. "Sort of, but she wasn't you."

"And the moment you could have me, you did?"

He nodded before he leaned down to kiss his mark. "The moment the clock struck four in the morning, I was in your room."

As he told me this, I began remembering.

I am fast asleep when I feel the bed dip behind me. I groan, not wanting to open my eyes to check what is going on, but then I feel something slide over the side of my body. I open my eyes, slowly turning my head, only to notice a dark figure behind me. I let out a little scream before a hand came over my mouth, pressing me into the bed.

My nightlight is turned on, and then I can see who it was. I breathe a sigh of relief and roll my eyes only to focus on Brendon again, and as our eyes met, it felt as if the world stopped. My heart begins beating so fast, and his touch seems to burn me.

Mate! my wolf shouts in my head, and for a moment I am so stunned I can't move. How can Brendon be my mate? He hates me, or at least he doesn't like me very much, he has made it very clear, but now he is smiling at me as he has never done before.

"I knew it," he whispers.

"Knew it?" I mumble into his hand, and he chuckles as he removes it. However, the moment he does, I want it back. His touch is warm.

"You're mine, Celeste. You always were," he tells me.

"Brendon..." I sigh, leaning my head back, but I know he is right. We are mates, that can't be denied, but he has always been so mean and cold.

He tries to lean closer to me, but I know where this is going, and I play my hand over his mouth.

"No," I tell him, seeing him blink fast, confusion evident in his eyes. "You can't kiss me."

He pulls my hand down.

"Why not?"

"Because if you want to be my mate, you have to show me you actually want me," I tell him.

"Of course I want you."

"Yeah? Is that why you have always treated me so horribly?"

He sighs. "There is a reason for that."

"I am not going to accept you."

He growls low. "You will."

"No, and you will leave my room right now!"

"Celeste..."

"No. I will not just accept you after years of you being an ass, and now you have crept into my room like a stalker. Go so I can sleep."

He looks so hurt, and it makes my heart break. I have never seen Brendon look this way, and I almost regret telling him to go as he slowly slips off me. However, I am scared. I don't know if I can trust this enough. If he wants us to be mates, he has some serious groveling to do.

I felt tears in my eyes, and I knew Brendon could sense the shift in me. He pulled back, looking confused at me as he stopped mating with me.

"Did I hurt you?" he asked, sounding so scared.

"No," I replied, giving him a small smile. "I just... regret throwing you out of my room. I really wanted you to stay."

"No, I get why you did it. It was the right thing to do, or you wouldn't have found a way to trust me."

"I do trust you, though," I assured him.

"Then you shouldn't have gone to see Zack. What did he do to make you smell like him?" Brendon asked.

I sighed, remembering I hadn't told Brendon about that part. "He... thought I was making a pass at him."

"You?"

"He thought that because I came, I was to be with him, and so he tried to kiss me again."

Brendon growled, and he quickly pulled out, making me gasp at the loss of him inside me.

"Brendon?" I asked.

It was obvious his body still wanted more, but something outweighed his need to mate, and that was to protect me as his mate. He tucked himself away, and then he went to the closet. I still felt achy and wet, and I couldn't believe he would just stop all of a sudden. I wrapped a blanket around me, then walked to the closet, but as I entered, I saw Brendon getting dressed for war. "Brendon!" I called.

He ignored me as he tied a large knife to his leg before grabbing the gun holster and arming himself.

"Brendon!" I snarled.

He finally turned to me and came over to grab me. He pressed me against the wall, fiercely kissing me and making sure I knew who I belonged to. "Stay naked," he ordered.

"What?"

"Stay naked, and when I come back, I'm going to fuck you all night," he whispered, making my body feel so good. "I just need to take care of a small matter first."

"Brendon, this is ridiculous. I pushed him away."

"You had to... You had to fight him off, you?" he asked in disbelief.

"I..."

"He is dead," Brendon snarled.

I tried grabbing Brendon, but he slipped from my grip.

"Brendon!"

"He is fucking dead!" he yelled as he stormed from the room.