Page 45 of A Luna's Revenge

"I didn't know about this. I am not mated." Reggie heaves. "This is serious; it can cause death."

"Yes. But there is treatment." I reassure him. "Anyway, from what I’ve read, the symptoms are immediately tied to the physical act of kissing, touching, and sex." He nods as he reads. "I’ve experienced some of these symptoms." I raise my shirt to show him the scars on my stomach where the wounds had once been. Normally, we wolves heal quickly and completelyunless there is emotional trauma, the wound is too severe, or the wolf wants to keep them. In my case, I experienced emotional trauma. I guess even if my mind didn't know Jenson was cheating, my heart, soul, and body did.

"Charlie!" He jumps from his chair and places his fingers on my stomach. touching the scars softly. His gentle touch evokes butterflies. "I am so sorry."

"Thanks, Reggie." My breath hitches. "My point is, if you are willing, I would like to treat Jenson to a little bit of revenge."

I point to the hologram screen where the feed shows Jenson working at his desk. "I am going to press record on this video feed, and then I would like you to kiss me. I realize that is asking a lot, but..."

Reggie must be a computer guru as well as a mind reader because he taps the record button on my device and has me in his arms before I take my next breath.

His strong, fit body presses me up against the wall and I can feel every hard inch of his muscles where we meet. My legs instinctively wrap around his waist. One of his hands is in my hair, pulling while protecting my head from hitting the hard surface, and his other hand is on my hip, caressing and stroking, moving benignly up my side to my back.

But his lips...goddess, can he kiss—those soft pillowy lips are gliding across mine as if he owns them. His sweet tongue runs across the seam of my mouth, and they part with a gasp that he promptly swallows as he licks and sucks. I don't know how long we engage in this enticing revenge, but when Reggie steps back, and my feet touch the floor again, we both gulp lungfuls of air.

Reggie goes to step toward me again, but I put out my hand. "I think that is enough for now." My chest is heaving, still gasping for breath. He doesn't advance any further, but neither of us really wanted to stop.

While Reggie and I are staring at each other with longing, the sound of screams finally penetrates the fog that has engulfed my braindue to Reggie’s heart-stopping kiss. A look of confusion crosses Reggie's face and we both quickly look at the video stream on the holographic screen. Jenson is writhing around on the floor, screaming in pain and clutchinghis stomach; a stain of red is blooming through the white dress shirt under his hand.

"Wow. That was a steamy kiss," I whisper. "I guess I should get him some help." I walk past Reggie toward the door. He loops his arms around me and pulls me to him; bending down, he devours my mouth again as Jenson's moans turn into screams once again. "Oh, goddess, Reggie. How have you never ever found your mate?"

"I did,"he whispers against my throat as he licks and kisses. "She rejected me for a Beta. She didn't think I had enough power." His lips trail up my jaw and back toward my mouth.

"What an idiot." My breath hitches as he covers my mouth with his again. "Maybe I can understand the appeal of—this." I pull away and shake my head. "Reggie, you are—delicious, but we have to stop. At least for now." I mentally check on Lana; the hussy is lying on her back, panting.

"Yeah." Reggie agrees as he swipes his hand through his hair and rests it on the back of his neck. "I'll go, but if you are ever single again, please come to me?"

“Mm-hmm.” I nod, thinking wickedly, oh, I’ll be single again.

I shake my head to clear it as Jenson's screams again enter my consciousness. "I have to get him some help."

Before I can get out the door, I hear Jenson's Beta come across the video feed. "Alpha! What happened? Were you attacked?" I don't hear anything else as I watch Reggie's fine behind walking out of my office, and I collapse into my desk chair. Running my finger across my swollen lips, deep in thought, I am vaguely aware of images flickering across the hologram screen.

When I finally come to myself, EMTs have Jenson on a stretcher and are taking him out of his office to the med bay.

"Oh! I need to make sure Jenson is okay." I exit my office and follow the gurney down, still touching my lips, my mind miles away.

Chapter 26 – Goodbye

Charlie

I am the pack tech specialist as well as the Luna. It’s my job to ensure we are all safe from cyberattacks. Internet, hologram devices, security, cameras, intel, hacking, and anything related all fall under my expertise.

Utilizing this, I am able to monitor the status of Tracy Vincent. Prior to Jenson being incapacitated, he had issued statements and warrants for Ms. Vincent’s arrest. She is currently in pack jail, sobbing her eyes out. I want to feel bad about this, but sorry, not sorry; I had to call Jenson’s bluff. Shedeserves it for poaching a married man, and he deserves what he has coming.

Rather than risk being actually caught cheating, Jenson committed perjury by swearing out false statements and warrants. I wonder what else he has done illegally. He is just digging himself deeper and deeper.

Since I need to go see how serious Jenson’s injuries are, I decide to go down to med bay. When I get there, it’s busy with various shifters racing back and forth. I finally find the hub of all the activity; it’s the Alpha’s presence in one of the procedure rooms.

Dr. Shannon is attempting to address his injuries while a couple of burly males are trying to hold him down. He is on his back, folded up, with his arms clenched around his knees. Tears stream down his face while a nurse holds a barf bag to his mouth. Geez, he looks bad.

Itwasa pretty hot couple of kisses; I fanned myself just thinking about it. I don’t know if he is weaker than I, or I just don’t remember my first CMS episode well because I had actual wounds when he was being intimate with someone.

I turn my head away for a minute and feel a touch of guilt. I am not a cheater. I am loyal, loving and kind. I feel a small amount of shame. Not because he didn’t deserve it, he certainly did. But that’s not my character; it’s not who I am. I have let him and the skank drag me to their level, and I am ashamed. Until this mate mark has been removed, no more kissing sexy shifters.

Dr. Bridgit walks up beside me. “This looks suspiciously like a CMS event.” She says quietly. The noise of the room is so loud I know no one can overhear.

“Um. It sure does.” I say noncommittally.

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