Elena’s POV:
It’s official. Kane is going to be the death of . And here I am, still technically a virgin—although, can I even call myself that after everything he’s done to ? He hasn’t yet "popped my cherry," as people say, but with all the sinful things Kane has done to my body, I’m not so sure that label even applies anymore.
I an, yeah, I was reading that damn book last night, imagining every scene in vivid detail, but reality? Reality with Kane is on a whole other level. The way he knows exactly where to touch, how to tease, how to unravel with just his fingers and lips... no book could ever prepare for that. And the morning? Oh, this morning. It’s almost too much to think about.
After proving, quite thoroughly, that fantasies could never hold a candle to the real thing, he had the audacity to carry to the shower. And let tell you—that was a mistake. I should have known better. The way the water cascaded over us, washing away the evidence of our earlier... activities, I could see it in his eyes. Kane was fighting a losing battle. His gaze was dark, hungry, and when I dared to glance downward, I saw his arousal growing again.
I should stop thinking about that.
With a frustrated groan, I snap the book shut and push myself off the couch. The very sa book that got into this ss. Yeah, okay, fine—I’m still reading it. What? Despite the inappropriate scenes (and there are plenty of those), the plotline is actually really good. I want to know how it ends. Is that so bad?
I glance at the clock. It’s almost noon. Kane had left for work earlier, pressing a lingering kiss to my lips before promising that he’d be back as early as possible. He also ntioned sothing about arranging a day this week to officially introduce to the pack as his mate and their Luna.
The thought makes my stomach twist. Anxiety prickles under my skin, and I pace the length of the living room.
Kane makes it sound so easy—like it’s no big deal. But to , it’s everything. Despite being the only child of an Alpha, I’ve never been one for the spotlight. I always preferred staying in the background, doing what needed to be done without drawing too much attention to myself. Being thrust into the role of Luna, with everyone’s eyes on , judging , evaluating whether I’m worthy of standing by Kane’s side... it’s overwhelming.
What if I ss it up? What if I’m not what they expect?
I shake my head, trying to push the doubts away. No. I can’t think like that. This isn’t about —it’s about the pack. My pack now, too. And if I’m going to do this, I need to step up. Luna duties aren’t about vanity or appearances; they’re about leadership, compassion, and strength.
Taking a deep breath, I decide to channel my nerves into productivity. I head to the kitchen to tidy up the breakfast dishes Kane and I left behind. The simple, repetitive task helps calm my racing thoughts. By the ti I’m done, I feel a little more grounded.
I return to the couch, eyeing the book I abandoned earlier. It’s sitting there, almost mocking . I hesitate, biting my lip. I know I shouldn’t. I shouldn’t. But... curiosity gets the better of . With a resigned sigh, I pick it up again.
Settling back into the cushions, I flip to the page where I left off. My cheeks heat as my eyes scan the words, the scene pulling in once more.
"His lips trailed down her body, leaving a scorching path of fire in their wake. She gasped, her fingers tangling in his hair as he—"
I slam the book shut, my face burning. Why am I doing this to myself?!
I toss the book onto the coffee table like it’s suddenly caught fire. Kane would absolutely tease to death if he caught reading this again. The mory of him finding asleep with it last night flashes through my mind, and I groan, burying my face in my hands.
Yeah, I definitely need a distraction.
Determined to do sothing productive, I head to Kane’s study. If I’m going to take on the role of Luna, I should at least familiarize myself with the pack’s records, projects, and issues. Kane had ntioned a few areas where they needed extra support, and I want to be ready to help wherever I’m needed.
The study is just as I left it last night: tidy, organized, and distinctly Kane. His scent lingers here, comforting and intoxicating all at once. I run my fingers over the edge of the desk, then sit down and start sorting through so papers.
Minutes turn into hours as I imrse myself in the pack’s affairs. I lose track of ti until my stomach growls, reminding that I haven’t eaten since breakfast.
Stretching, I head to the kitchen to grab a snack. As I pass the living room, my eyes dart to the book on the coffee table.
"Nope," I mutter to myself, walking faster.
I’m halfway through a sandwich when my phone buzzes with a text from Kane:
"Won’t be long. Miss you."
A small smile tugs at my lips. No matter how overwhelming everything feels, knowing Kane is by my side makes it all seem a little less daunting.
I glance at the clock. It’s just past 2 PM. I still have a few hours to myself before Kane gets ho. Maybe I’ll tackle the rest of the study papers—or maybe I’ll finally finish that damn book.
Here’s the continuation with your idea of Elena deciding to get so fresh air:
Or instead... maybe I just need so fresh air.
I toss the rest of my sandwich in the trash, brush the crumbs off my hands, and head to the bedroom. I grab a pair of sneakers from the closet, slipping them on with ease, and throw on a baseball cap to hide my ssy hair.
I haven’t had a chance to explore much of this estate, and what better ti than today?
It’s not that I’ve been avoiding going out—it’s just that Kane has been so... distracting. Between adjusting to this new life, our budding relationship, and everything else, the days seem to blur together. But today, I feel like I need to breathe, to get out of the house and clear my head.
As I step outside, the warm afternoon sun greets , casting a golden glow over the sprawling estate. The soft rustle of leaves in the breeze and the distant chirping of birds create a calming atmosphere.
The estate is beautiful, even more so than I rembered from when Kane first brought here. The gravel path crunches softly beneath my sneakers as I walk, taking in the manicured gardens, towering trees, and the distant sight of what looks like a lake shimring in the sunlight.
I pass by a group of flower beds, the vibrant colors catching my eye. Roses, tulips, and lilies bloom in perfect harmony, their fragrance wafting through the air. I pause to admire them, crouching down to run my fingers lightly over the delicate petals of a white rose. It’s monts like this that remind how peaceful life can be—how different it is from the chaos of my past.
Continuing down the path, I co across a small gazebo nestled among the trees. It looks like the perfect place to sit and unwind, so I make my way over. The wooden structure is simple but elegant, with ivy climbing up its sides. I settle onto one of the benches, leaning back and closing my eyes as I let the gentle breeze wash over .
How am I supposed to live up to the expectations of being his mate? His Luna? The pack is going to scrutinize every move I make, every decision, every word.
I sigh, opening my eyes and staring up at the sky. Wisps of clouds drift lazily across the blue expanse. Maybe I’m overthinking it.
The sound of footsteps on the gravel path pulls from my thoughts. My heart skips a beat, but when I look up, it’s not Kane.
It’s an older woman carrying a basket of flowers. Her warm smile puts at ease instantly.
"Good afternoon," she says, her voice gentle but strong.
"Good afternoon," I reply, standing to greet her.
"You must be Kane’s mate," she says, her smile widening. "Welco to the estate. I’m Martha, the head gardener."
I blink in surprise. "Oh, thank you. It’s lovely to et you, Martha. The gardens here are stunning. You’ve done an amazing job."
Her cheeks flush slightly, and she waves a hand dismissively. "Oh, it’s not just . It’s a team effort. But I’m glad you like it."
We chat for a few minutes, and I learn that Martha has been working on the estate for decades. She tells about the history of the gardens, how they’ve evolved over the years, and even shares a few funny stories about Kane as a child.
"He was always the troublemaker when they were young," she says with a laugh. "But he’s grown into a fine young man unlike the other one. And now, with you by his side, I have no doubt he’ll be even better."
Her words warm my heart, and I can’t help but smile.
After we say our goodbyes, I continue my walk, feeling lighter than before. The estate feels less intimidating now, and the idea of being Luna doesn’t seem as overwhelming.
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