AVA
As I was getting ready to make love with my mate, a lace panty suddenly fell out of his suit pocket. It clearly wasn’t mine.
Just a few hours ago—
We had attended Blake’s father’s mating ceremony to his second mate, Isabella. Isabella was a lovely she-wolf, and I genuinely liked her. She had a quiet strength that reminded me of my own mother, who had passed away years ago. At the altar, as Isabella was about to toss her bouquet, she walked straight toward me amidst the eager gazes of all the she-wolves in the pack.
I started feeling nervous. My wolf,Maeve stirred uneasily, sensing the weight of the moment. I looked at Blake, and he was gazing at me tenderly, his golden eyes soft with affection, as if this was what he had been hoping for all along.
“Ava, dear,” Isabella said as she handed me a bouquet of white roses and lilies. “I can’t wait to see your mating ceremony with Blake.”
As I received the bouquet, a flush of warmth rose to my cheeks. My gaze turned back to Blake, and he leaned in, his lips brushing my ear as he murmured, “Looks like I’d better hurry to the nearest jeweler and get you a ring before someone else beats me to it.” He winked, his tone both teasing and tender.
“Shut up,” I joked, giving him a playful slap, though Maeve preened at his words. This was actually quite amusing because after being together for eight years, Blake and I had never been in a rush to formalize our bond. We always said we would mate when the time was right. But standing here, holding Isabella’s bouquet, it felt different. This was the first time I had caught—I mean, received—the bride’s bouquet. So it felt like a promise of a beautiful future.
My name is Ava Wilder. As the daughter of Alpha Wilder of the Silver Moon Pack, I used to think I had everything, but a rogue attack took the lives of my parents four years ago. In my most desperate and helpless moment, my boyfriend, the mate Blake I chose, helped me. We saved the Silver Moon Company together. I decided to hold the mating ceremony at the right time. Yes, I have always been very nervous about this. Although I know we love each other so much, there is always a strange thought that stops me.
Blake knew about my hesitation, but he didn't neglect me because of it. Instead, he cared for me even more. He was the perfect mate.
A few minutes later, I told Blake, “My feet are killing me.”
“Want to go upstairs?” he said, his hand caressing my lower back, then giving me a wink that sent a shiver down my spine.
I knew what he meant—he wanted to claim me, to reaffirm our bond, and I desired him just as much. Especially after accepting his proposal, I really wanted him to take me, to remind me that we were still one.
“But the celebration isn’t over yet. What if Isabella needs help?” I hesitated.
“Darling, there are indeed a hundred pack members here now,” Blake said directly, sweeping me up into his arms, his voice thick with lust as he continued, “And right now, the person who needs attending to is me. Grey is restless, and I need to feel you beneath me.”
Grey was Blake's wolf, a powerful and mysterious presence. He was obsessed with Maeve, but Maeve didn’t seem very interested in him.
“Relax, my girl, go enjoy a steamy night.”Maeve said.
Maeve always put my thoughts first, and she believed in the significant other I chose for us.
My fingers brushed against the hardness beneath his pants, and I could feel my core was already soaked! I couldn’t help but moan.
“Don’t worry, the suite is soundproof. You can be as loud as you want later,” he teased.
He spoke as he forcefully kicked open the door, then swiftly pinned me against it, ripping open my blouse so my breasts bounced free. He grabbed them, licking and sucking on my nipples with his tongue.
I moaned uncontrollably as his hands went to my skirt, bunching it up forcefully. The sound of ripping panties soon filled the air.
“Damn! You’re soaked!” Blake growled, plunging his fingers inside me.
I moaned again, wanting more, tearing at his suit jacket. Suddenly, Blake’s phone started ringing.
He was inclined to ignore it, but it persisted. “Shit!” Blake cursed, grabbing the phone. When he noticed the screen, his expression instantly darkened.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, Maeve bristling at the interruption.
“Honey, there’s an emergency at the pack’s territory. I have to deal with it,” Blake said with a frown after hanging up.
I knew how important the pack was to us, so I nodded, retrieving a fresh set of clothes for him as our earlier actions had left his crumpled.