Rebirth of the Stormwolf

It has been one week since I came to the pack house. I almost went insane in the first few days, staying locked up in here, but was surprised when a guard knocked on the door, with a maid standing behind him.

They handed me some clothes and essentials before disappearing, and the guard waited outside when I was done bathing, although I was still surprised the shower still worked.

I quickly dressed up, took one look in the mirror, and followed the guard out excitedly.

I had no idea where he was taking me, but the thought of taking some fresh air made me happy.

The guard stopped and turned to me. "You can join them if you wish," he said, pointing at a group of women knitting.

"Really?"

"Yes, Luna." I felt elated hearing someone call me Luna. I wanted to ask him if the alpha sent him to come to check up on me and get me out but decided not to. I should not push it.

I sat down for a couple of minutes with the women; I could tell I wasn't welcome amongst them. The stares they exchanged, the unspoken words that hung in the air.

After sitting for a while, I got tired and got up. The guard took me on a tour around the pack house. We were headed back inside when I saw a portrait of him. With his name written under it.

"Damon Blackclaw," I whispered to myself. "That is his name," I smiled, happily making my way into the west wing like I won a lottery.

This continued happening: a guard would come get me, take me on a tour around the pack house, and I would return to my tomb.

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One rainy night, I heard a knock on my door. I was already in bed, waiting to drift off to dreamland when the knock came to the door. I jerked off the bed, confused. When the knock came again, I pulled open the door to see a guard standing outside.

My brows furrowed, waiting for an explanation as to why he was at my door this late at night.

"Follow me," the guard said with a tone of finality and turned around almost immediately.

"Wait, what?" I spat out watching him walk away.

These guards and their robot way of talking, picking up a blanket—I dashed out the door, following him. I was wondering if he expected me to walk in the rain when he suddenly pulled out an umbrella from God knows where.

"Here," he handed it to me and began walking.

But instead of taking our normal route outside the pack house, he ventured to the east wing. The wing was silent, unlike the rest. But even in the silence I could hear a faint heartbeat, and the beat increased as I got closer.

He stopped in front of a room and pulled open the door, gesturing me inside.

"Enter," he commanded. I stared from him to the door, confused, but his scent hit me, making my wolf excited. That was when I knew where I was.

I made my way into the room, and the door shut behind me.

"Come," I heard that familiar deep voice, and my wolf instantly became uncontrollable.

My heart races as he steps out of the darkness, bare-chested, wearing only a brief.

"This isn't going to end well," I whispered under my breath.

I wasn't going to give in to him. It's too bad that my wolf is already excited, but seeing him almost naked isn't helping at all. His eyes were pitch black, looking menacingly dangerous. His wolf was in control, and it was only a matter of time before I lost control.

Before I could say a word, he was already standing in front of me. I made to move away hastily but stumbled. I landed on something hard. I looked up only to realize that he caught me.

We both stared at each other for a few minutes. I tried to push him, but he was hard as a rock.

But I wasn't going to make things easy for him.

He leaned in to kiss me, but I rolled off his hand, falling on the hard floor. I jerked up immediately, running to the door, but he caught me after I took the third step.

I kicked him, but he dodged and took my lip in a kiss. I froze; our lips were fused. At first, I wanted to fight it, but my wolf took control before I could figure things out. Tearing at each other like some horny teenagers.

He was the sweetest thing I had ever tasted; the mixture of his scent and his lips was driving me insane.

Lifting me off the ground, he carried me to his bed in the corner of the room. The moment my back touched the bed, a scent hit me. It wasn't his, nor was it mine; it smelled just like the one I smelled in the woods the very first day I met him, but I quickly shoved it aside. I can't let that stupid scent ruin this moment for me.

We continued from where we stopped.

He slowly pulled off my nightgown, taking my nipples in his mouth one after another.

I groaned, my finger dug into his wide back while I pushed back.

I slid my fingers down till it came to a stop at his erect dick. I couldn't believe that he was the same man who brought me home a few weeks ago.

What changed? Did he decide to give in to the mate bond? Maybe he is now willing to accept me as I am. Rogue filth and all.

Well, whatever it is, I will always remember this moment. He pulled down his briefs, and his dick sprang free, hard, erect, and waiting for some action.

I leaned back to get a full look at it, and when I couldn't stand it anymore, I took it in my mouth. He grunted, holding my head as I wobbled my head on it.

Licking every inch of him, he swiftly turned me over, with my back on the bed.

Spreading my legs to his full glare, he inhaled my scent, howled, and soon buried his lips in pussy. I groaned, throwing my head in the air.

He licked me, sucking up all my pussy juice. I grabbed the sheets, groaning in pleasure. The cold, chilly air was perfect. I squirmed as he continued sucking me.

He suddenly got up and took my lips in a kiss. The kiss lasted for a few seconds with the tip of his hard dick on my pussy. All it took was one push, and he slid inside me.

My lips parted, and I let out a groan. I wasn't a virgin, but this was the sweetest feeling ever. His pace was slow and steady, plunging and pulling it out until he came, groaning.

I have never felt so alive ever since I ran from home. We went on a couple more rounds, and when we were exhausted, I dozed off.

The memories of our short night together hit me, the way he moaned and thrust. I can't remember the last time I was this happy.

I tried thinking of what could have made him change, but I couldn't come up with anything.

Maybe the moon goddess finally took pity on me and spun the wheel of fate in my favor.

He was going to acknowledge me as his Luna; my days of spending those dreadful nights at that tomb were over.

But my thought was cut off when I heard whispers and heartbeats, and I frantically turned, my mouth fell open when I saw the people in the room. I couldn't help but notice the loathsome way they looked at me.

I quickly grabbed the sheets covering my naked body.

"She tried seducing the Alpha last night," one said.

"The witch that killed her sister," the other said.

I searched the room, and my eyes rested on Damon, who sat in the far corner of the room. The look on his face wasn't the same look I saw when we shared the bed last night.

"Leave us," he ordered them.

Confused, I was about to ask him what the fuck was going on when I heard the door open. I turned my gaze to the door. A lady walked in; she looked so familiar, but I couldn't place the face.

"Luna," I heard them all say, bowing their heads to her in submission. I prayed to the moon goddess that it wasn't what I was thinking. The door closed shut.

She shot me a look and moved closer to Damon, bowing her head to him in submission, then turned to me almost immediately.

"You didn't forget me, did you, sister?" she mind-linked me.

I gasped, pointing at her. My face was pale, like I saw a ghost. Where did she come out from?

"K... Karen!" I called out, my voice all shaky.

"Hello, Sister." Tears trickled down my cheeks while I stared at her, trying to understand how she was alive.

"How?" was all I could say, looking from her to Damon.

"You can leave now, Eliana; the woman I love is finally here." His voice brought me back.

Damon stood from the chair he was sitting on and moved closer to Karen, lifting her off the ground.

That was when her scent hit me, the one I had been perceiving around him for a while.

I cried bitterly. I have been so stupid, crowded by my loneliness, that I didn't realize the games he was playing.

"Karen, why? "You are supposed to be dead. Father mourned you. We...we buried your body," I cried out, shaken.

"You mourned me, and here I was thinking of new ways to make your life miserable," she smirked, laughing hard.

"Why? You're supposed to be my sister......"

"He was mine from the beginning, stepsister; I only claimed what was mine." She mind-linked me, smiling wickedly. I was taken aback when she called me her stepsister.

I was about to ask her what she meant when Damon ordered the guards to take me away.

Broken and battered, but I wasn't going to give up easily, I fought the guards while I screamed at Damon. He signaled the guards to stop.

Came closer and leaned in.

"I, Damon Blackclaw, the alpha of Blackclaw's Pack, reject you, Eliana Stormwolf, a rogue filth, as my Luna and mate," he said, smiling.

If he was going to reject me from the very beginning, why did he bring me here, and above all, why did he sleep with me last night passionately?

"Why?" I screamed in tears.

He leaned in and whispered into my ear.

"I was curious how it would feel to fuck my mate. It's a feeling every alpha would want to experience at least once in their life, and I will admit, you're the best I have had in a while, but no one will ever know," he chuckled cruelly. Signaling the guards to take me away.

My jaw clenched tightly as I was dragged off. I was in tears and broken.

Naked with only the sheets covering me. Once outside the packhouse, I ran, without looking back, headed into the woods, broken and shattered.

I came to a halt at the edge of the cliff again, but this time things were different. In tears, I swore to make every one of them experience the pain I'm feeling right now.