Chapter 13 Done Waiting

Chapter 13 Done Waiting
Nyssa POV

Evening settled over Moonfang like a velvet cloak, soft and humming with magic. The lanterns in the courtyard flickered to life on their own, responding to the same quiet pulse I felt thrumming under my skin.

The Lunas were getting ready for dinner, Kaela fussed with her braid, Seraphine pretended not to check her reflection in the window every three seconds, and Mireya spun like a whirlwind trying to decide between two outfits.

I was about to herd them downstairs when the earth trembled. A low rumble rolled through the packhouse foundation, followed by a crack of moonlight so bright it spilled under the hallway doors. Ronan and Rowan sprinted toward me at the same time.

“What was that?” Rowan demanded.

“Not an attack,” I said softly, already knowing.

Ronan nodded. “It’s Her.”

We moved as one into the front courtyard. The massive stone slab, once blank except for Kaela, Seraphine, and Mireya’s names, was glowing like molten silver. The runes along the border ignited. The ground rumbled again.

Then...ten new names carved themselves into the stone, one after another, in shimmering lunar script.

Ten women. Ten Lunas. Ten fates rewritten by divine command. I stepped closer as the final sigil burned into place.

“Ten more,” I whispered. “The next wave.”

Kaela, Seraphine, and Mireya hurried out behind us, breathless.

Mireya gasped. “There are more of us?”

Seraphine shook her head in awe. “Fifty total… this is only the beginning.”

Kaela stared at the glowing names as if she could feel each Luna’s heartbeat across the country. “They’ll be here soon.”

“Yes,” I said quietly. “And we’ll be ready.”

Ronan leaned close, murmuring near my ear, “This is bigger than anything our world has ever seen.”

I nodded. “And the Goddess is not wasting time.”

The light slowly dimmed. The stone cooled. The courtyard fell into a hush that felt holy.

Rowan cleared his throat. “Dinner, Alpha?”

“Yes,” I said, pulling myself back to the present. “Let’s feed our people.”

Dinner felt like a celebration of the future.

The dining hall, fully restored and glowing with warm lanternlight, overflowed with chatter. Wolves were packed shoulder to shoulder at the long tables. Kaela and Rowan argued over which training drills were most brutal. Mireya flirted shamelessly with half the kitchen staff. Seraphine stole Ronan’s fork with magic just to watch him accuse Rowan of taking it.

For the first time in years, Moonfang laughed. Even Greta, normally a storm of stress, was giggling over a pot of stew after Mireya called her “the hottest grandma wolf in New York.”

I sat with the Lunas, enjoying the easy banter, the anticipation, and the shared sense of destiny. Tomorrow, training would begin. Tomorrow, they would bleed, grow, and rise. Tonight, they were simply girls on the cusp of becoming legends.

Eventually, yawns began. Plates emptied. The hall thinned. Kaela stretched. “Big day tomorrow. I should sleep before Nyssa kills us.”

“No promises,” I said.

They all groaned playfully and headed to their rooms, chatting excitedly about powers they hoped to awaken.

“Levitation,” Seraphine muttered.

“Super speed,” Kaela countered.

Mireya shook her head. “Fire manipulation. Obviously.”

Their laughter drifted through the halls as they disappeared into the Luna wing. And then the house quieted. It was only me, Ronan, and the soft hum of moonlight lingering from the stone slab.

Ronan walked me to the Alpha Suite. He didn’t speak at first. He didn’t need to. The air between us was thick, charged, and as warm as a hearth.

When I opened the bedroom door, I paused, turneda dn met his eyes.

“Stay with me tonight,” I said softly.

No hesitation. Just immediate, fierce loyalty. “Of course.”

He slipped inside behind me and closed the door. The room glowed softly from the lanterns enchanted to mimic starlight. Outside the balcony windows, the forest whispered secrets to the moon.

Ronan sat on the edge of the bed. I joined him. For a moment we didn’t kiss. We just looked at each other. And that, goddess help me, was almost more intimate.

His voice was low, and roughened with sincerity. “Nyssa… thank you.”

“For what?”

“For letting me be close. For letting me be yours. For giving me a place.”

I swallowed, emotion punching unexpectedly at my chest.

He continued softly, “I spent years wandering with wolves who followed me but didn’t belong to me. I had no home. No anchor. No one who saw me.” His thumb brushed my knuckles. “Not until you.”

I cupped his face with both hands.

“Ronan,” I whispered. “You earned your place the moment you kneeled for the bond. And you earned mine the moment you stood in front of Cassian to protect me.”

His eyes warmed, golden and bright. “I’d die for you.”

“Don’t,” I whispered. “Live for me.”

That undid him. He leaned forward and kissed me, slow, reverent, and full of heat but also something deeper, something that settled into my bones like destiny. I kissed him back, and my fingers slid into his hair, and his arms wrapped around me, pulling me closer.

The kiss turned hungry in the space of one heartbeat.
One second we were breathing each other in, the next my hands were fisted in his shirt and I was yanking him closer.

“Fuck it,” I gasped against his mouth. “I’m done waiting. I need this. Need you. Right now.”

Ronan’s eyes flashed molten gold. A growl tore out of him that rattled the lanterns. He didn’t ask if I was sure. He simply stood, hauled me up with him, and ripped my nightgown straight down the front. Silk shredded like tissue. Cool air hit my bare skin; my heavy breasts bounced free, and my nipples were already tight and aching from a week of stolen glances and clenched thighs.

Ronan stared like a starving wolf finally allowed the kill.

“Goddess fuck, Nyssa,” he rasped. “Look at these perfect fucking tits.”

He dropped to his knees, cupped both breasts in rough hands, and latched onto my left nipple with a snarl. He sucked hard, his teeth scraping, and his tongue flicking, then moved to the right and did it again until I was shaking, with my fingers buried in his hair, begging incoherently.

He shoved me back onto the bed, spread my thighs wide, and buried his face between them without ceremony.

The first long lick dragged a scream from my throat.
He devoured me like a male possessed, his tongue plunged inside, curling, and fucking me with it before moving up to circle my clit in merciless strokes. Two thick fingers shoved in alongside his tongue, scissoring, stretching, and crooking hard against that spot that made my back bow off the mattress.

“Ronan...fuck...yes....right there!”

He growled against my clit, and the vibration sent me over. I came hard, with my thighs clamping around his head, and my hips bucking as I screamed his name loud enough to wake half the packhouse.

He didn’t stop. He licked me through it, gentler now, until I was trembling and oversensitive. Then he flipped me.

One strong hand between my shoulder blades pressed me down, my ass was up high, and my knees were spread. I heard the frantic rustle of clothes, belt, zipper, fabric hitting the floor. His cock slapped heavy against my ass, hot and huge and already leaking.

He notched at my entrance and slammed home in one brutal thrust.

I screamed again, muffled into the sheets, and my pussy stretched around the thick length of him. He didn’t pause, didn’t ease in, he fucked me hard from the start, his hips snapping, and his balls slapping my clit with every stroke.

“Seven fucking days,” he snarled, and his voice was ragged. “Seven days of watching you walk around this house, smelling you on my sheets, jerking myself raw every night...”

His thumb, slick with my own wetness, pressed against my ass. I moaned, pushing back shamelessly.
He worked it in slow circles, then pushed inside to the first knuckle.

The dual fullness broke me. I came again, harder, squirting around his cock in messy pulses that soaked his thighs and the sheets beneath us.

“Fuck yes,” he groaned, and his thumb sunk deeper, and his cock pounded harder. “Milk me, Nyssa...fuck YES...take it all baby..”

His rhythm stuttered. He slammed deep one final time, with his hips flush to my ass, and came with a roar that shook the bedframe. Heat flooded me in long, thick pulses, so much it leaked out around him.

He collapsed over me, with his chest heaving against my back, still buried to the hilt. His arms banded around my waist, holding me tight like he was afraid I’d vanish.

I turned my head just enough to catch his lips in a messy, breathless kiss.

“Next time,” I panted, “we’re not waiting a week.”

Ronan laughed, low and wrecked, and nipped my shoulder.

“Next time starts in five minutes.”

He was still inside me, half-hard and pulsing, when I shoved him onto his back.

“Five minutes is too long,” I growled.

Ronan’s grin was pure sin. He folded his arms behind his head, his cock was already thickening again, and let me climb on top.

I straddled his hips, gripped the base of him, and sank down in one slick glide. The stretch was perfect, filthy, and exactly what I’d been starving for. A low moan tore out of me as he filled me completely.

Then I started to ride.

No slow build. I planted my knees wide, with my hands braced on his chest, and rolled my hips hard, grinding my clit against his pelvis while his cock dragged over my g-spot with every vicious circle. My tits bounced heavy and wild right in his face, and my nipples grazed his lips.

Ronan lost his mind. He lunged up, his mouth latching onto one breast, sucking hard enough to leave marks while his hands clamped my ass, spreading me wider so I could take him deeper. I slammed down, lifted, and slammed again, chasing that perfect angle that made sparks explode behind my eyes.

“Fuck, Nyssa...” he groaned around my nipple, teeth scraping. “Ride me. Use me. Take whatever you need.”

I did.

I rode him like the world was ending, my hips snapping, my thighs burning, and my breasts slapping his face with every brutal drop. My g-spot lit up like a live wire; and pleasure coiled so tight my entire body started jerking out of rhythm. My muscles seized, and my back arched uncontrollably.

“Right there...don’t stop...fuck...” I babbled, my voice breaking.

He thrust up to meet me, hard and relentless, and one hand slid between us to rub tight circles on my clit. The combination detonated me.

I came with a raw scream, my whole body locked, and my pussy clamped down so hard he cursed against my skin. My hips jerked on their own, grinding, and grinding, riding the wave as I squirted again, in hot pulses that soaked his abs, and his chest, and dripped down his balls.

Ronan exploded with a guttural roar, and his hips bucked off the bed, his cock pulsing deep as he flooded me a second time.

I collapsed forward, with my tits pressed to his heaving chest, both of us slick with sweat and each other. My thighs shook like I’d run a marathon. He wrapped his arms around me, and his lips brushed my temple.

“Goddess,” he rasped, his voice wrecked. “You’re going to fucking kill me.”

I laughed, breathless and blissed-out, and clenched his cock deliberately. His eyes rolled back into his head and he moaned softly. "Your pussy is a weapon Nyssa."

“I know,” I whispered. “If you die...I’ll just bring you back and do it again.”