CHP.10-Repercussions

The first thing I noticed when I awoke was how sore and stiff my body was. I ached. Everywhere.

The second thing I noticed was how complete I felt. My body seemed to thrum with an undercurrent of electricity that filled me with warmth, somehow comforting me and soothing my ache.

I groaned as I rolled off my back and to my side pushing myself into a seated position, the movement causing my stiff muscles to protest. I felt like I could go back to sleep for the next few days. But I knew I had slept long enough. I needed to eat and replenish my body.

The door to the bedroom opened and in walked Zeke. He was wearing only a pair of boxers and his face was covered in stubble. I must've been asleep for longer than I thought. Probably a few days. My body needed the time to adjust to having a part of Zeke's soul intertwine with mine and form the connections properly.

Wait, Zeke's soul? I raised my hand to the base of my neck. And sure enough, a small patch of the skin was rough and raised. A mark.

He fucking marked me.

I raised my eyes to look at him, still situated by the door. Keeping his distance.

"You fucking marked me!" I growled out at him. He raised a hand in surrender.

"Before we get ahead of ourselves, you need to eat." Zeke brought his other hand from around his back. He was holding a plate of food. Immedialty the scent caught my attention and had my mouth watering. Pancakes.

"You're trying to bribe me with fucking pancakes?" I growled at him again.

"No, I'm simply caring for my mate." I could see straight through his facade. I opened my mouth to protest but my stomach rumble interrupted me before I could even speak. I signed for him to give me the pancakes, gesturing with my hand. He cautiously approached, as if he was trying to tame a wild dog that would bite. Oh, I would bite. But not yet.

Food first.

Zeke passed over the food before returning to his spot by the door, making sure to keep his distance. I sliced some of the pancakes off, lifting the syrup covered piece into my mouth I sighed in contempt as the flavor burst on my tongue.

Four years since I had eaten such a delicacy and boy, had I missed them. I chewed through the next four pancakes in silence. Feeling my self eventually getting full. A feeling I was still becoming adjusted to. Being discovered had caused me to lose a grip on familiarity.

While hunger wasn't the most pleasant feeling I had become familiar with it. I know it seemed fucked up but it was a constant in my life, something I could rely on to be there. And with it gone I'm again reminded of the unfamiliar territory I was in.

I raised my eyes to meet Zeke's. He had been gazing intently at me while I ate, making sure I was full.

"My wolf likes to see you cared for by us." Zeke commented as I pushed the plate away.

"Was marking me done in your interest of my care?" I addressed the elephant in the room. My father always told me to beat around the bush is to waste time. And to waste time is to waste life itself.

"You know I couldn't help myself-"

"Bullshit!" I interrupted him, my voice rising as my anger increased. A normal she-wolf wouldn't be so brazen, so stupid as to challenge her mate, let alone the Alpha. But I couldn't care as fury pumped through my veins, so I carried on;

"You didn't have to do it! You knew I wasn't ready, you knew I wanted to leave but you Alpha males and your fucking entitlement! Did you even consider my feelings before you decided to take something that I wasn't ready to give?" My gaze was unwavering as I threw daggers at him.

Guilt flashed through his features momentarily before he rose from his casual stance.

"Bite me with that I didn't have to do it. I couldn't control myself, my mate was in heat begging me to take her might I add. It was out of instinct! Same as the way you couldn't stop yourself from pleading for me to take you I couldn't stop myself from marking you." His voice was stone cold as his eyebrows furrowed in frustration.

"I didn't voluntarily give myself to you, it was the heat, not me," I growled at him also choosing to stand and face him, ignoring my nakedness.

"I did not rape you. You couldn't control yourself and neither could I." He prowled towards me, his large frame coming to tower over my body. I had never seen him look so dominant, so predatory.

I couldn't prevent that cream that began to leak from in between my legs as he came closer.

"Even now, without the influence of the heat, you can't help yourself. You don't think I can smell that? Smell how without even touching you - you're wet. So remind me again how I raped you." His tone remained the same, even as he smelt my arousal he still oozed frustration.

"No you're right- you did not rape me. But consent to sex was not consent to marking."

"It was instinct and you know it." He pressed his body closer to mine, his eyes holding my gaze firmly.

I sighed in resentment. I knew he was right. He wouldn't have been able to stop his primary instincts, the way I had begged for him to sate me. My cheeks began to heat at the memory of him on top of me, his fingers inside me as I vibrated from the pleasure. More juices rushed from me at the memory. Zeke's face formed a smirk as he smelt my arousal once again. He lowered his lips so they were barely grazing my neck as he spoke.

"What are you thinking about mate?"

I could feel his pride as he knew he was the reason I had such feelings. His hands rising to cup my bare breasts. Giving them a firm squeeze as he continued speaking:

"Was it when I sucked on these divine breasts, or when my fingers were in use somewhere else hmm?" His right hand left my chest to slowly trace up the inside of my thigh. "Or maybe, it was when I tasted that flower between your legs, and you came for me?" I was panting at this stage, opening my legs to encourage his fingers to trail higher. But he pulled away.

"Come, you must shower and change before we head back. There are things to do and we can not stay here forever." I humphed in discontent at the loss of contact but knew he was right. He had a pack to run, and I knew he would not allow me to stay up here by myself in the cabin.

He moved towards a door I had not noticed before, opening it to reveal the ensuite bathroom. I followed behind him, knowing I would reek of the mating and Zeke. My wolf growled at the thought of washing either smell away. She wanted to stay like this forever, projecting her ownership of him. I was surprised to feel her reaction, she had stayed quiet the whole time. Obviously, because she disagreed with my point of view.

As I stepped into the bathroom I was taken aback by my reflection. Yet again, I was unable to recognize myself. My body had changed from the marking like I had seen so many female's do as a young girl. That was part of why I slept for so long.

My breasts had seen to grow bigger, my nipples more taunt. My hair seemed to glow with my facial features more defined. Even around my hips, I had developed small curves, that while still allowing me to look fit and toned, created a more feminine feel to my body. These changes were made to prepare my self to have pups. To bear children that I knew within the next few years my body would probably start wanting. Zeke's body appeared behind mine in the reflection, pulling me out of my examination.

"Do not criticize yourself, mate. You are by far the most beautiful female I have ever encountered." His lips kissed along my neck as he roamed his hands around my stomach.

My body hummed from the feeling of my mate so close. He gently tugged my hand to the shower he had turned on.

I quickly stepped inside and allowed to shower to wash away the events of the past few days, the sweat and body liquids I knew still lingered on my skin. Zeke stood by the shower door, watching my bathe clearly hoping to join. But he waited for my permission, clearly still unnerved by my somewhat of a rape-accusation earlier, an accusation I regretted making.

"Are you coming in?" I subtly invited him to join. He quickly dropped his boxers before steping in beside me. His mammoth frame making the large shower somehow seem smaller. Water droplets immediately soaked his head and ran down his muscled chest. I couldn't help but watch them drip down towards his thighs.

My mate was male perfection, a perfectly honed war machine, that was designed to kill. Built to rule. And I loved it. I slowly leaned forward, running my tongue on the underside of his hairless peck, bringing my mouth upward and softly biting his nipple. He hissed at the mix of pleasure and pain. Bringing his hand under my chin he lifted my face upward, running his eyes over the length of my face once he slowly descended his lips.

Giving me time to pull away if I wished. But I didn't pull away. Our lips softly connected and I imediatly felt my body ignite from the feeling. If I thought kissing him before the mark was fireworks than this was a nuclear bomb.

His lips moving in sync with mine had me rolling in contempt at the feeling, I eagerly pushed myself forward so my bare breasts were pressed against his hard chest. Feeling the water douse my dry hair as I did so. He allowed me to rub myself against him for a few minutes before he pulled away, I whimpered from the loss.

"Hey, if we continued on I'm sure you would've wanted something more and I think you may be too sore for it."

I sighed knowing he was right, the juncture in between my legs still carried a dull ache from the activities a few days ago. And I knew to go again now would only result in pain.

I slapped myself from the realization. A mere few minutes ago I was hounding him for marking me, accusing him of taking my freedom and wanting to run away. And now here I was wanting him to take me against the shower wall? I gave myself whiplash from the change of emotion.

Perhaps the idea of staying here with him was growing on me? or perhaps the mark was stronger than I had anticipated and was affecting my thoughts? I felt myself sink deeper into my thoughts when Zeke began to wash his hair.

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We arrived back toward the town, Zeke walking briskly with his hand firmly grasping mine. As we approached his house I was surprised when we strode straight past it, not going inside.

"Zeke? Where are we going?" I felt my eyebrows furrow as I asked the question.

He gazed down at me quickly, not slowing his pace.

"We have something to take care of. You are about to meet the pack and witness your first example of pack discipline." I nodded at his answer. It was inevitable for me to meet the pack, if I was to be their Luna they had to know who I was.

We approached what looked like the town fighting area, settled on the outskirts of the houses a large flat area had been cleared of trees and the floor pat-down. There were a few stands for spectators, and a larger podium offset to one side. Hundreds of pack members lined the edge of the clearing, all looking eagerly as we came through the clearing. Zeke headed towards the podium where I could see the small council was standing. I quickly scanned the council, noticing warrior Diesal was missing, before making eye contact with Dion who shot me a wink and a smile. I felt my lips quirk in response.

Zeke quickly climbed to podium pulling me to his side as he adressed the murmuring crowd. All eyes set firmly upon me.

"Brothers!" Zeke called to the crowd, immediately causing them to erupt in cheers and howling with admiration at their leader. He smiled as he gazed upon his pack. I could easily see how they adored and respected their Alpha.

"I call you here today to present you, with a Luna. Your Luna." The crowd quieted down, mean preening over each other's shoulders in an attempt to try and get a peak of me in curiosity. Packs needed a Luna, it was a position of high importance in a pack, I was their Alpha female. Meant to take care of their Alpha and have the compassion he lacked. None made a move to dispute Zeke's claim and I exhaled I'm relief, they had accepted me.

"This is Luna Cecil, gifted to us by the moon goddess herself; but she is not just a female." His voice took more serious tone as he continued his speech, "she is my mate. And three nights ago, some males from this pack tried to claim her for themselves. They took it upon themselves to try take her when she was defenceless in the woods."

Some of the pack wolves growled at the announcement, clearly upset at the idea of their Luna being raped. Their acceptance of me as their Luna came with the same devotion they would show their Alpha. It was pack hierarchy to defend those in power to death. Giving themselves up to protect their leaders.

"Bring them out Warrior Diesel."

Almost instantly Diesel emerged from the tree line with two other enforcers, carrying three males between the three of them. The males covered in blood and bruises, sagging and barely able to walk as if they were weak of strength. These were the males I had encountered in the woods. The three that would've raped me had they not been interrupted.

I watched as they were quickly strung up against three poles that I had not yet noticed, dangling by their arms as their toes barely touched the floor. Zeke released my hand as he jumped from the podium, strolling over to the stung up males that were just on the left of where I was standing. He turned back to the pack before calling out again,

"My brothers, these are those pack wolves."

Immediately the crowd radiated hostility toward the men, surging forward as their primal instincts drove them to protect what had caused their Luna distress. Warrior wolves quickly held the crowds back, forming a barrier to prevent them from getting closer. The wolves growling in distaste, but immediately silenced when Zeke began to speak again.

"I know how you are feeling, and I agree. I demand vengeance for what they would do to our Luna." Zeke was working the crowd, feeding them exactly what they wished to hear. He knew how to keep the masses happy.

"I will not kill them, in times like this each and every wolf life is of value. But they will be banished after they recieve what I deem to be sufficient punishment." The crowd seemed displeased with the choice of letting them live but did not dare question the decision of their Alpha.

"I say that since they hurt our Luna, since they nearly stole something too important to each and every one of you, it is only fair that each and every one of you gets your own retribution. I offer each of you the chance to strike each male with the punishment whip." Diesel brought forward a large black whip, a large base than thinned out to a small tale that looked like it would be so incredibly painful to have such a whip used upon someone. The crowd again burst into cheers.

I swallowed my discomfort. All these men? Those wolves would not survive such a punishment. As if sensing my discomfort Dion leaned forward.

"Don't worry Luna, this is not the whole pack, maybe only 200 men at most. Zeke is a man of his word. These men will live." He whispered the words into my ear, not allowing the other pack wolves to hear me question the decision of the Alpha. To do so in public would only result in punishment for me.

Zeke grabbed the whip, spinning to the crowd before yelling a final time.

"Shall we begin?"