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I swallowed. “I did, and it was beautiful. But, Locke wouldn’t feel that way toward me.”

The woman smiled and nodded. “He does. He might have a different way of showing it. As do you—you are one tough human, Emmie. Your pairing was quite easy once I saw your soul light up on this Earth.”

I blinked several times. “Are you—”

“The Moon Goddess?” She hummed. “You can call me Selene. And just so you know, you have, well,hada choice to accept Locke. You could have rejected him. All souls have the option.”

I scoffed. “Locke said I didn’t!”

“And would you have rejected him?” She put her hand on her hip.

No.Probably not. He had the mix of danger, desire and hot monster-sex I’ve always wanted.

Selene giggled and played with the tips of her hair. “Not only are you perfect for each other, but perfect for the Iron Fang. The Iron Fang will transform from a club into a pack of once-lost souls, who will be guided to a better path.”

I grabbed her hand, feeling the coolness of her touch. “A pack? Like Blood Rose?”

Selene’s eyes narrowed. “Nothing like Blood Rose. You and Locke will create a thriving pack, completely opposite. You will be the protectors of the weak. But I really need you to promise me you will stay, Emm. You need to stay with the Iron Fang.Protect them, fight for them.” Selene grabbed my other hand and held it to her chest.

I felt pride that she would askme,but she was the one that dealt with souls.Couldn’t she protect them? Why would she care if I stayed to help protect everyone?

“Because if you don’t stay, Locke will follow you. He will let the Iron Fang fall and all the souls with it.” Selene gripped my hands tighter.

“He would leave it all if I left? Why would he do such a thing? He built all of this, didn’t he?”

Selene nodded quickly. “He did but he would burn the world for you. His friends, his family—all for you. You are the rock, the luna of the Iron Fang. You must stay so we can continue to help the rogues, the ones that will go rabid if they don’t find their other half.”

“Lost souls? Rabid? I still don’t understand.” I shook my head.

Heat engulfed my body, it wrapped around my back, to my chest and between my legs. I let out a shaky breath and forced my hands out of her hold.

“What about my family?” I pressed, backing away. “They are far away. I need my family here with me.”

“Emm, you must promise me you will stay.” Selene’s voice faded.

I whimpered, feeling the heat grow. I was so hot, and I was feeling—horny. My nipples hardened and a moan escaped my lips. I needed to touch myself.

How embarrassing.

“I—what about my sister, m-my nephew? Abuela?” I dropped to my knees into the grass. Selene followed, but all I saw was her long hair sweep in front of me. I couldn’t hear her voice, just the rushing sounds of the wind.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Emm

Instead of waking peacefully in bed, I woke and my body ached with desire—no, it was more. My body was lit on fire, and it burned with an intensity so strong I thought I would burn to ash. It was painful. I thought I was dying. If this Goddess was truly real, maybe I was being thrown into the depths of the underworld, where I would burn instead of waking and returning to Locke.

I’d burn for my sins of lusting after a lycan and being fucked by one in the forest.

I could feel myself writhing in pleasure and pain while I remembered the wolfish beast pounding into me. His breath was hot and ragged against my neck, his teeth gnashing at my fragile skin. I knew this wasn’t just about lust. Something primal and ancient was at play. My body responded instinctively tothe otherworldly nature of the creature, and I could feel the transformation happening within me.

It was like he was there, I could feel his breath on my skin.

“I can’t take much more.” I heard Locke's guttural groan. The rapid slick, slurping sound coming from behind gave me some damn dirty visions in my head.

Was he masturbating?

I let out a low, pleasurable moan as I arched my back, savoring the sensation. Beads of perspiration glistened on my skin, making my legs feel damp and sticky. I could feel a steady trickle of warmth escaping from between my thighs, heightening my desire. With a longing touch, my hand glided over my stomach, then ventured into the intimate depths of my folds, igniting a wave of intense pleasure.

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