The Alpha's Stolen Luna Chapter 5: Surrender

Kaya

Mateo has long since gone, leaving broken and trembling, but my tears refuse to stop. My pillow is soaked beneath my head, but I lack the strength to move.

Each ti this happens, my mind is instantly pulled back to the haunting mories of the life I once lived before I t Damien. I can’t even count how many tis the n from my old pack forced themselves on , assaulted , bullied until I wished I could just disappear.

Yet, sohow, I endured. There was always that distant echo deep within my heart, urging to stay strong. Perhaps it was delusional, but I held onto the hope that the Moon Goddess had sothing better in store for .

And she did. She led to Damien.

He saved . He took my hand, pulled from the abyss of despair, and promised shelter and protection. He kept that promise—and in the end, he even gave his heart. He said I could be his fated mate, and I believed him. I truly did.

But Camilla hates .

Truthfully, I would hate myself too. Every ti I see Damien with other won, my blood boils with the sa suppressed fury that seethes in our Luna.

Damien doesn’t know. I can’t bring myself to tell him. What if he doesn’t believe ? What if he’s angry and throws out? After all, Camilla wasn’t wrong—what do I have to offer anyone, besides my body? And I can’t be alone. I’m safe here, even if I’m really not.

"Kaya," a soft, low voice cuts through the heavy fog of my thoughts, and for a mont, I wonder if I’m hallucinating.

I blink rapidly, my lashes fluttering as my vision clears, and at last, I see him—his strong, dominating presence fully revealed before .

"Damien?"

"You don’t look well, sweetheart," he murmurs softly, his warm hand brushing tenderly across my forehead. "Are you feeling sick?"

I turn my head to the side, my trembling fingers clutching the edges of the blanket all the way up to my neck. I can’t let him see the ss Mateo left behind on the sheets. Embarrassnt floods , and the fear lingers, heavy and suffocating.

Sohow, I feel like Damien already knows what I’m hiding, but his kind, gentle smile stays firmly in place as he chooses to ignore it.

"You’re drenched in sweat, Kaya," he says again, his long fingers running through my tangled hair. "Co on, let’s get you cleaned up. I’m sure it’ll make you feel better."

I can’t respond. I’m terrified that if I open my mouth, the tears will co pouring out, and I won’t be able to stop them until I’ve collapsed. His power over is undeniable. With nothing more than his voice, he can lift up or bring to my knees in an instant, and I’m helpless to resist, carried away by his every word.

Damien lifts effortlessly, the soft white blanket still wrapped around my trembling body. His warmth seeps through the fabric, and as soon as his scent surrounds , it’s like a shield, an invisible veil that settles over my mind. I relax, lting into his embrace, soothed by the affection and strength he offers without question.

He locks his dark eyes with mine, and once again, I am lost. I don’t even notice how we make our way to the bathroom or how the bathtub fills with hot water. The next thing I know, I’m naked, my body sinking into the warm embrace of the water. The sweet scent of flowery oil coats my skin, mingling with my own cool, refreshing fragrance.

Damien is strangely quiet, but I think I understand why. He’s preparing —for what I already know. He, too, is aware that I was in his office, eavesdropping on his conversation with Camilla. That’s why he’s waiting for to speak first.

I fight the urge to break the silence, my eyes tracking his hand as it moves over my body, spreading soap across my skin. I don’t want to speak—because I’m terrified of what he might say in response.

Finally, he stops and helps stand, a fluffy white towel in his large, strong hands. He wraps it gently around my shoulders, and every ti his fingers graze my bare skin, electric currents ripple through , threatening to burn alive.

I can’t hold it in any longer. I part my lips and ask the question that’s been gnawing at .

"Is it true?"

He doesn’t flinch at the sound of my voice. His hands continue their quiet ministrations, rubbing the soft towel over my damp skin, but the slight twitch of his lips betrays the emotions he’s trying to conceal.

"Yes," he replies at last. "It’s true."

Until that very mont, I had still hoped he would deny it. I was a fool.

"Why?" The question escapes , and the silence that stretches between us feels like a thick, cold wall, pulling us further apart.

Damien lifts his gaze, and I see his eyes darken. His wolf—Aster—flashes to the forefront, and I instinctively look away, feeling the crushing weight of his dominance.

"Kaya," Damien’s voice softens, and the gentleness in it makes wince. I timidly glance at his lips, unable to fully et his gaze. "Do you trust ?"

In that mont, my heart shatters. I thought I did. I thought I trusted him completely. But now... I’m not sure. And yet, sohow, I still do.

Seeing the hesitation in my heart, Damien throws the towel aside, then lifts effortlessly, settling onto the floor. He places gently on his thighs, my body facing his. I can’t bear to look at him, but he doesn’t seem to mind. Instead, he slowly traces his hands over my back, sliding them all the way down to cup my buttocks. His hot lips press against my neck, sending a shiver of desire racing down my spine.

"It’s going to be alright," he murmurs, his breath warm against my skin. "I’ve thought this through, Kaya. Just trust —like you always have. You know I will always keep you safe, don’t you? You know I could never abandon you."

I know. His words settle into my heart with undeniable certainty, and for a mont, it’s enough. I know he’s telling the truth.

But is it really enough?

I can’t think clearly when I’m this close to him. His scent wraps around , intoxicating, his touch sending electric currents through my skin. He traces my neck with his lips, and I feel my mind spin, dizzy from the sensation.

I belong to him. No one can have but him.

I gasp as his hot, wet lips brush against my right breast. Before I can process it, my nipple is in his mouth, his teeth gently nibbling, each deliberate movent of his tongue sending shivers through my body.

I am weak when I know he wants . My hips shift instinctively as a strong, tingling sensation spreads between my thighs, and I feel the unmistakable pressure of his erection against my skin. It’s been weeks since he last touched , and the ache for him has beco unbearable.

He knows it too. I feel his fangs graze my shoulder as his right hand works to unzip his pants.

He’s rock hard, and I am soaking wet.

I feel drunk on his scent, dizzy with desire. If Damien has never lied to before, I know now that he must be just as consud as I am. I moan as his length brushes against my clit—there’s no need for more teasing; I am more than ready, but he holds back, prolonging the tornt.

I sigh, frustrated, and Damien gives in, pushing himself deep inside . The mont we connect, I lt against him, as if his body is a magnet pulling mine closer.

His movents are deep, urgent, his strong hands gripping my buttocks as he drives into . With every swift thrust, he fills completely, reaching deep and brushing against every sensitive spot.

My body responds eagerly to him—I’ve missed him so much—and it doesn’t take long before my spine arches, a soft moan of satisfaction escaping my lips as my legs shake in pleasure.

Once again, he has defeated . I surrendered to him without resistance.