Chapter 23: BEYOND FORBIDDEN BORDERS

ZARA POV

“Your father is the king and Alpha of the Eastern Coast; you have a brother; his name is Damian,” Mother's words echoed in my mind countlessly.

The night moon shines its faint brightness on the pale earth. Each passing wind incessantly recalled me of my conversation with Emily earlier.

“There is only one Alpha and King on the Eastern Coast, and that is Kael's father…”

It's even more devastating that Emily's words contrast with my mothers'. Everything seemed confusing; I could feel my head swelling in thoughts, wanting to blow up.

I kept rolling over on my mattress; my thoughts kidnapped the sleep from my weary eyes; I wasn't ready to accept this looming truth about Kael's past.

I have nursed feelings for Kael a long time ago, the kiss, his eyes, his statue. No, he shouldn't be my brother.

I have only waited this long before confessing my feelings to him because I was looking for the best time, which seems after he conquers and becomes the king. Then I will be his Luna…but being my brother… No.

I quickly rose, ‘I need to talk to Kael,’ I muttered as I took my lantern and headed to Kael's tent.

The cold night wind penetrated through my transparent bikini night dress as I converted the distance between me and Kael's tent.

“Hi Kael” I called out softly

I stood at the entrance of his tent, the lantern in my hand cast a dancing on the earth. And the desert wind whispered secrets into the night.

Kael sighed through the curtain flaps, reading through the maps leading to the Eastern Coast so he would know how to attack. He sat hunched over his mattress, a crease formed on his face as he concentrated.

"Zara," he called, his voice low, as he looked up. His eyes widened slightly in surprise. "I wasn't expecting you. What's the problem?" His eyes fixed on me.

I stepped inside carefully, the lantern light illuminating the cramped space. I shifted the lantern, avoiding his gaze. "Kael,” I began softly, “I needed to talk to you," my voice barely a whisper.

The words of my mother earlier about my brother and father still hung heavy in the air. I had to know the truth.

"About what?" Kael asked, his voice gentle, but with underlying tension.

I took a deep breath, trying to muster the courage. "About your past," I said. "About names." I paused, my heart hammering against my ribs.

“That's none of your business, Zara” he cuts in, his voice a little higher. Still trying to focus on the map

"Did anyone ever call you Damian?”

Kael set the map aside, his expression unreadable. A silence stretched between us, broken only by the wind's mournful song.

He looked intently into my eyes, then gradually moved his gaze a little lower to my chest, then to my transparent nipples. His eyes flickered back and forth.

I did as if I wasn't aware he was lost, “Kael!” I call him softly

"No," he finally said, his voice tight. "Never. Why did you ask?"

From the manner he answered, I sensed he was hiding something. He didn’t confirm or deny being Damian.

I swallowed hard, my voice cracking. "My mother told me my brother's name is Damian. She said he was on the Eastern Coast as a boy when she got banished–." I felt a lump form in my throat.

"Banished?" he asked, searching.

Kael leaned back, his expression shifting from guarded to contemplative. He stood up and drew closer to me.

I hesitated, feeling vulnerable. "Yes, she was banished... Twenty-one years ago.” He looked at my transparent clothes. He is not paying attention to what I'm saying. I bit my lip, feeling self-conscious. "It sounds crazy. Right?"

Kael remained silent, his eyes fixed on my lap. Then, he reached out, his right fingers brushing lightly on my laps

"Zara," he said softly, his voice laced with passion and lust. "There are things I haven't told you. Things I haven't told anyone."

My heart sank into my stomach. I could guess where Kael was going. “You look beautiful, Zara,” he whispered, gradually brushing his left hand on my hair. “That I haven't told anyone!”

The spark had just been ignited in me; I could feel the electricity. I have always longed to have Kael all to myself, and it seems it's coming to reality, but I masked it off, my expression bold, I was determined to uncover the Truth about us more than ever before.

“Kael,” I called, softly pulling his Hands off my lap “This is not why I'm here, please,” I pretended. My heart is pounding while I pray he continues.

The tent went silent, the distance between us melted away, replaced by an unspoken understanding.

The lantern light flickered, casting our faces in an ethereal glow. Our emotions intensified, and the line between curiosity and attraction became increasingly blurred.

I felt myself drawn to him, our connection deepening with every passing moment. But I still had so many questions. Was he my brother? Or was he something more? If he is my brother, then I shouldn't be doing this, I shouldn't be feeling this thing.

His hand held on mine, again, this time becomes irresistible. He moved his fingers to my cheek. His thumb stroked my skin, gentle as a summer breeze, stealing my breath.

His gaze locked with mine, and in the depths of his eyes, I saw a man consumed by a longing that echoed my own.

He leaned in, slowly, his lips brushing against mine. The question of brotherhood faded, eclipsed by a sudden, overwhelming surge of desire.

The unspoken words, the lingering questions, were lost in the deep exploration of our lips, a kiss that promised solace and a connection far deeper than any familial bond.

His kiss deepened like a wildfire spreading through me. I gasped, burying my fingers in his hair and pulling him closer. "Kael," I breathed, the name lost in the heat of our embrace. His lips trailed down my neck, his breath hot against my skin. "Zara," he murmured, his voice thick with passion.

He fumbled with my bikini as he pulled it off. His fingers traced my ribs, a feather-light touch that ignited a fire within me. "Beautiful," he whispered

While our lips were locked onto each other, he gradually used his right hand and started caressing my breast. I felt like I was dying in his arms,

“Do you like it?” he muttered as he gently caressed my nipples with his fingers and gradually lowered his lips on it. The vibration was unexplainable.

“I love it” I moaned unknowingly like a dying dog.

Kael dealt unjustly with my breasts and my nipples. He gradually laid me on his mattress, and his left finger lingered down my abdomen and shifted my pants.

“I have always wanted you, Zara,” he confessed, his hands playfully tilting my clitoris. “I can't hold it anymore”.

“Ohh fuck!!” I tried to suppress the moaning from being too loud. His tongue on my nipples, his fingers on my clitoris, I couldn't imagine how having him inside me would be.

He pulled me close. "I need to..." he began, his voice ragged. A moan escaped my lips as he sucked my pussy like an apple "Kael," I whispered, a plea and a surrender. "I don't know what this means... but I don't care."

He ate my pussy fiercely, tenderly, desperately. His tongue caressed every part of my clitoris. A memory I will never forget.

"You are sweet Zara," he breathed. My fingers traced his back, feeling the ripple of his muscles vibrating. "This...this feels right," he groaned.

I traced my hand lower and held his incredibly huge d*ck

The tent thrummed with our passion. Gasps and moans filled the air, mingling with the desert wind. "Mmm," I murmured, lost in the intensity. "It's more than right," I whispered.

In that moment, the question of our possible kinship faded into insignificance.

"I don't care if you're my brother," I confessed. "Not right now." He held me tighter. "Me neither."

The desert night witnessed our love, a bond stronger than blood. The only reality was the consuming fire of our passion.

Just when it seemed as if I was about to explode, the watery vastness in me broke out, and the fluid burst out uncontrollably.

Kael gently placed me lying on the mattress “Kael, please… uhh” I pleaded as he gently inserted his huge d*ck into my hungry wet pussy.

“Fuuuck!!!” I groaned, it was both a sweet and bitter feeling, unresistable. I couldn't help but long for more of him.

The feeling was both unbearable and bearable at the same time. “Uhhhh… shit!!” Kael moaned as he cums inside of me, and I felt his thick fluid slip through my watery pussy. I felt the weight of his hard d*ck slump on my lap, and he suddenly felt drained.

I crossed my left leg over his legs and placed my head on his chest, my breast gently rubbing on his chest while I playfully tickled his diminishing d*ck. I could feel the cum in me saturating through my ovaries; this was the moment I longed for. Just me and Kael.

I lay on Kael's chest, his warm skin against mine, our bodies still entwined. His gentle breathing was a soothing melody, lulling me into a state of relaxation. Sweats pumping out of him. But as my mind began to wander, thoughts crept in, unsettling my calm.

What had just happened? Had I just made love to Kael? And what if...what if he was my brother?

My thoughts swirled, creating a vortex of anxiety. But before I could delve deeper, a rustle in the leaves outside the tent caught my attention. I froze, my heart skipping a beat. As if someone has been standing there.

Someone might have been watching us.

I tried to brush off the feeling, telling myself it was probably the. But the seed of doubt had been planted.

A few minutes passed, and I was starting to relax again when a shadow flitted past the tent, hastening away. I sat up, my eyes scanning the darkness, but I couldn't make out who it was.

“Kael,” I whispered, my voice trembling slightly. I nudged him gently. His skin was warm against mine, but he didn't stir.

I shook him a little harder, a desperate need to share the unsettling feeling with him. "Kael, did you see…?”

But he didn't stir. He was fast asleep, exhausted from our lovemaking.

I lay back down, my mind racing with questions. Who had been outside the tent? Could anyone have probably seen us?