Chapter 47

Chapter 47
Chapter 47

“What do you mean, she won’t let it go? She has no choice.” Dex says, immediately irritated. I place a hand on his arm, and he relaxes under my touch. Bruce sighs, "I know that, everyone here knows that," he says. "And yet... knowing Lucy, it could go either way." I gesture impatiently for him to continue when he stops talking. "Or she leaves the pack..." He glances nervously at Dex, as if afraid to mention the other option.
"Or?" Ronan says impatiently. "Or... She stays, and tries to make Lilly's life miserable, get the pack on her side, and win Dex back," he says somewhat reluctantly.
"How can you be so sure? Did she say that?" I have to fight to keep my voice from trembling, to show that I'm shocked by his assumptions. I feel Dex stiffen again, probably out of anger. "No, not with those words. But I know my sister well enough to predict what her options are," he says. “Or rather, what she thinks her options are.”
I try to think of something to de-escalate the situation, but I can't think of anything. Until now, I'd held onto the hope that she'd come around. That there would come a point when she'd realize I didn't want it this way, that it was beyond our control, and that after she'd gotten over her heartbreak, we could be friends again. But I'm starting to realize that's not going to happen. There's only one solution for it.
"You have to banish her," I say softly, but loud enough for Dex and the others to hear. "What?!" they all shout at once. Bruce, with shock and pain in his voice, that single word filled with disbelief that I would do such a thing to their family, and I cringe. The shock on Ronan and Reece's faces matches the tone in their voices. Dex is the only one who doesn't sound shocked, but curious. "I'm sorry, Bruce," I say, hoping he sees the sincerity in my eyes. "But she has to go. For her own safety." I begin my explanation.
"Her safety? You mean your safety," Ronan corrects me, and I shake my head. "No, her safety. You said it yourself, Bruce, she's not letting this go. We all know it's only a matter of time before she does something." I wait a moment to let him understand what I'm getting at.
“And when she does… Dex will have no other choice than to kill her…” My voice is nothing more than a whisper. I swallow the lump in my throat. It pains me to say those words, but I have to. He needs to realize what will happen if we don’t banish her. When I look at Dex for confirmation, I see pride in his eyes.
In response, Bruce droops his head and shoulders, defeated. I want to grab his arm, offer a sign of sympathy. My hand hangs hesitantly, unsure if I'm doing the right thing, if he's waiting for it. Before I can make up my mind, he lifts his head. "I know you're right," he says, his voice breaking. "Let me talk to her one last time. Please." Dex nods approvingly. "One more try. But if you can't get through to her..." Dex doesn't finish his sentence. "Yes, Alpha, I understand," Bruce replies. As a farewell, he bows his head and walks away without another word.

None of us says anything, and only now do I notice that the people around us are also silent.
The festive and cheerful atmosphere tonight seems to be gone; everyone looks tense, waiting to see what happens next.
With an arm around my waist, Dex guides me to the makeshift stage. "I want to thank all of you for your open minds, your willingness to be open to Lilly as your Luna," Dex says loud enough for everyone to hear. "We're retreating, but feel free to linger a little longer. Enjoy your evening." He concludes with a curt nod, one that clearly indicates he doesn't want any further questions.
We walk upstairs in silence. Claire seems to sense the tension; she looks at Dex searchingly. "You did great," Dex says with a smile as he holds the door to my room open for me. "And you too." He strokes Claire's cheeks, and she smiles broadly at him.
"I'll be right back," he says as I get Claire ready for bed and kisses my cheek.
Just as I'm putting Claire in her crib, he comes back into the room with toiletries in his arms.
Thankfully, Claire settles down without much whining, and her eyes soon close. It's been a busy day for her; I hope she doesn't have a restless night.

"Can you help me?" I ask as I walk into the bathroom where Dex is brushing his teeth. I turn my back to him so he can unzip my dress. "With pleasure," he says, and I can hear the mischief in his voice. I peek at him through the mirror and suppress a smile. The mischief isn't just in his voice; it's also radiating from his eyes as he looks at me in the mirror. He holds my gaze, and I hold my breath as he steps closer.
He gently strokes my arms and shoulders. I peer through the open door, just barely visible to Claire's crib. "I'll make sure she gets her own room soon," he murmurs when he sees where my gaze is. His fingertips tickle my neck before pressing small kisses to it.
A soft moan escapes. He slowly pulls down the zipper. "You made me so proud today," he whispers, planting a kiss just below my ear. I tilt my head and lean back a little. His hands slide up and down my hips. "You acted like a true Luna." A delicious shiver runs through my body as his tongue slides along the other side of my neck. Little by little, he slides the dress down. "It made me so proud." I step out of it.
"And so horny." He gently squeezes my hips and pulls me closer. I feel his hard cock pressing against my ass through his pants.
He squeezes my breasts, and I moan softly. I wiggle my ass against his erection, and a sexy groan escapes him. He turns me around and claims my mouth. While our tongues wrestle, I struggle with the buttons of his shirt. It doesn't take long before we're both completely naked.

He grabs my ass and presses me against him. I rise on my toes, bringing my pussy closer to his hard member. He pushes me against the shower wall and begins kissing and licking the sensitive spot on my neck again. I grab his hair and moan, holding his head in the perfect position. With my free hand, I stroke his cock and gently squeeze his balls.
"Ah, fuck." He groans softly, and I do it again. This time, I wrap my fingers around him and slowly move my hand up and down. In response, his hand slides between my legs. He circles my clit. "More." I moan. "I need more." I tilt my hips, and he gets the hint. By now, I'm so wet that he easily inserts two fingers. He continues to work my clit with his thumb. I close my eyes and lean my head against the wall.
"Let me mark you," he whispers in my ear. My eyes fly open. "What?" I ask, somewhat stunned. "Let me mark you. Complete our bond," he repeats.
As he continues to move his fingers in and out of me, he curls his finger inside me, hitting that one spot, and I moan loudly. This only encourages him, and I grab his arm as I feel my orgasm approaching. My legs begin to shake, and I struggle to stay standing.
"Let me mark you," he moans in my ear again. But this time it's different, more pleading. I don't answer. Not because I don't want to, but because I'm reaching my climax at that very moment.
Dex keeps moving his fingers inside me, prolonging my orgasm, and I have to grip him with both hands to stay upright. I want to moan out, to let myself go, but I try to hold back, afraid I'll wake Claire. When my orgasm subsides, I open my eyes. I look straight into his almost pleading eyes.
"Please, let me mark you," he presses his forehead against mine. "So I can protect you better," he adds.

I want to agree, but instead I ask, "Will you turn me?" His face falls, eyes wide, and his hands fall from my body.