Chapter 0189

My delicate mate straddles me, moving with the grace of a celestial being. The wicked glint in her eyes as she controls our rhythm sends fire through my veins. Her intoxicating scent drowns me in pleasure I've never known existed. My soulmate, my entire world, is here surrendering to our connection.

A groan escapes me when she collapses onto the mattress. In an instant I'm over her, claiming her neck with desperate kisses. Her sweetness is addictive - a flavor I'd been starved of my entire existence.

"Sebastian?" That voice. Hearing my name from her lips nearly undoes me completely.

I growl against her skin. "Again, my love?" My body throbs with need.

"SEBASTIAN!"

The panic in her tone jolts me awake. Reality slams into me as I find my mate pinned beneath me, her eyes wide with shock and lingering desire.

I leap backward so fast I nearly crash into the wall. Fuck. What did I do in my sleep? Did I hurt her? Goddess above, if I forced myself on her I'll never forgive myself.

Her reassurance comes like oxygen to drowning lungs. Just a dream. A fucking incredible dream that leaves me painfully aroused. I need space before I do something reckless.

Standing at the foot of the bed, I catch her stealing glances at my body. My warriors train relentlessly under my command, and I hold myself to higher standards. Genetics and discipline have sculpted me into the Alpha my pack deserves.

The way her gaze lingers makes my blood sing. When she suddenly finds the ceiling fascinating, I can't resist teasing her. I approach slowly, careful not to make contact. One touch and I might lose control.

Our height difference puts me at eye level with her collarbones. I catch her peeking again and smirk. "See something you like, little mate?"

The way she scrambles for the bathroom when I offer to join her showers sends warmth through my chest. For the first time in memory, I feel... light.

Under the spray of cold water, I relive every second of that dream. My release comes violently. Fuck. She needs to recognize our bond soon. The vampire trauma complicates things, but I need to know she feels this connection too.

Breakfast reveals her in oversized clothing, carefully covering every scar. My chest tightens at her self-consciousness. When I suggest exploring pack lands, her radiant smile could power cities. I'd move mountains to keep that expression on her face.

The packhouse buzzes with activity when we descend. Every head turns as members finally glimpse the woman I've kept secluded for weeks. She-wolves approach under guise of greeting me, their assessing glances obvious.

Seraphina remains polite but withdrawn through countless introductions. I see the doubt in my pack's eyes - they expected a fierce Luna, not this fragile beauty. But they don't know her strength yet. When she heals, when Valeria emerges fully, they'll understand why the Moon Goddess chose her for me.