Page 65 of My Only Luna

I sigh softly when suddenly, the most heavenly scent that I have ever smelt hits me like an avalanche. It is sweet, fresh, and intoxicating, all at the same time. Enticing, heavenly, and so fucking tempting that I can’t think straight, not able to put any name on the scent that I am being consumed by.

My thudding heart is loud in my ears as my wolf awakens, surging forward, wanting to burst forth and claim the owner of the scent right now. His approval is undeniable.

Mate.

My grip tightens on the rail as I open my now cobalt blue eyes, trying to breathe through my mouth, trying not to focus on the scent.

This is it…

“I, Elijah Westwood, future Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack, reject you as my mate and Lu-”

“Don’t say it,” interrupts a breathless, yet sensual, voice that makes a shiver of pleasure rush through me.

My Unexpected Mate

Angela

Scarlett and I enter the grand hall, it’s decorated so perfectly and I love the colour scheme which totally compliments our dress choices. Perfect for a couple of pictures!

Scarlett’s heart is thundering so loudly; even with the music and chatter around us, it’s loud.

“You ok, babe?” I ask quietly, giving her hand a gentle squeeze. She nods.

“Yeah.”

She isn’t. She’s so damn nervous and I don’t blame her. I’m about to speak when suddenly the most delicious scent I have ever smelt hits my nose. I freeze, my heart thundering as I grip Scarlett’s hand tighter.

“My mate’s here,” I say breathlessly.

Scarlett’s eyes widen, looking at me before we both scan the crowds. I search feverishly, the excitement and nerves making my heart palpate as a thousand thoughts rush through my mind.

What will he be like? What will he look like?

As I scan the crowd, my eyes skimming over all thehandsomely dressed men and sexy, beautiful women, I suddenly stop, my attention falling on one person.

A woman.

She’s tall and slender, dressed in a stunning, deep pink gown. She has blond hair that is styled in an elegant updo and she has the most gorgeous, deep blue eyes I’ve ever seen, rimmed with thick lashes. Our eyes meet and hers widen before a gorgeous smile lights up her face and she moves towards us.

“Mate,” she says softly when she breaks free from the crowd. Her eyes flash when she sees mine and Scarlett’s intertwined hands. “Mine,” she growls, making Scarlett pull free and raise her hand in surrender.

My mind swirls with panic, my deepest fear has come true, because deep down I knew there was a chance this could happen. But when you’re raised in a family like mine, anything outside of their ‘norm’ is not allowed. Panic swells in my belly, but I try to squash it, trying to remain calm.

I glance at Scarlett. There’s a tiny bit of surprise in her eyes, but there’s no judgement. I knew there wouldn’t be, not from her. Those at home will more than make up for that though. They didn’t even approve of Alpha Jackson taking another mate. They are against chosen mates, too. Fuck, my family is so backward.

“Hi, I’m Cassandra,” the gorgeous model-like woman says, holding her hand out to me. I just stand there, unable to accept the outstretched hand. She’s beautiful, breathtakingly beautiful, but… I can’t have a female mate.

She scans my face, clearly realising something isn’t right.

I mean, sure, I have had a few crushes on women over the years, but I didn’t realise that just because I never dated them,that this could happen. I appreciate a hot woman when I see one, and the one before me is indeed ravishing.

I let my eyes dip lower, taking in the woman’s curves, feeling my stomach knot, and quickly look back into her eyes again. She smiles, clearly noticing my gaze. Scarlett nudges me slightly and I glance at her, realising she’s motioning to something with her eyes. I follow her gaze and realise Cassandra’s still got her hand outstretched.

Oh! Shit.

I quickly take her hand, gasping when I feel the sparks. Pure, delicious sparks.

“Angela! Angela, that’s my name.”

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