Chapter 2

“Giselle!” I call out into the woods surrounding the cottage. It’s been eight months since she came to me. My pack is strong, but I need a Luna. My 20th birthday is nearing and I need my mate by then.

“Here, Alpha.” She calls from far off behind the cottage. I track her scent to find her kneeling in a patch of what looks like nothing more than weeds to me. The area has taken on a new life and plants grow freely. Giselle takes hold of her basket and her rounded belly. I offer her my hand, which she willingly takes. Her pregnancy is only six months along and being a witch, human technology such as ultrasounds don’t work on her. We just have to wait and see what the child is when it’s born. She removes the hood of her cloak to look up at me. “What do you need, Julian?”

We walk side by side back to her cottage. “My mate. I wish to find her before my birthday. I need a Luna for my pack and I need to know where to find her.”

“What makes you think I know the answer to that?”

“Don’t fuck with me, Giselle. I know you have your ways. I know how well you hide your power. I feel it every time you cum around my cock.” Holding her door open, I allow her to enter first.

After setting her basket down, she turns to me. “Very well, but the spell requires your essences.”

I cross my arms over my chest and cock my brow. “My essence?”

She pulls a small paper cup from her cupboard, the kind children use when brushing their teeth. “Fill ‘er up. I need your semen.”

I roll my eyes. “If you need a sample, you know how easy it is to get it.”

Now she rolls her eyes, holding the cup higher. “Untainted, Julian.”

I rip the cup from her hand. “I could use some inspiration.”

“Or you could use your hand. You know where the bathroom is.” She begins sorting her weeds, dismissing me.

Her body always turns me on, but more so knowing my offspring is growing inside her. I remove her cloak and grip her breasts. Being heavy with child they’re even more firm, tantalizing me. I stiffen at the thought of her riding me, her belly nice and round. However, untainted means I can’t fuck her now. “You could use your hand,” I whisper in her ear then nibble her neck.

“If you want the spell to work, get me out of your head.” She kisses my lips then pulls out of my grasp. Letting out a frustrated breath, I take the damned cup to the bathroom and fill it up.

Giselle waves her hand over some concoction in her cast iron cauldron, yes it’s a real fucking cauldron. No spoon is anywhere around as the potion stirs by itself. She inspects my sample and sets it on the mantle. She takes hold of my hand and slices my wrist with her nail. The blood drips into the cauldron then she releases me and adds more ingredients to the pot. My cut heals almost instantly.

I know better than to disturb her while she’s brewing. Her eyes are white as she pours the semen into the cauldron. She stands straight, her body stiff. I sit on the arm of her couch and wait. After a boringly long amount of time, Giselle’s eyes return to the blue color and she looks at me with a smirk. “Your mate is a mousey little rogue and a blonde.” My mouth opens, ready to tell her off. “Don’t worry, she has enough brains to be the Luna. You’ll find her in British Columbia, just north of Victoria on Vancouver Island.”

“A rogue?” No fucking way am I taking in a rogue as my mate.

Giselle chuckles to herself. “She has no family to speak of, but she does have Beta blood running through her veins. She wasn’t always a rogue, you know.”

I settle myself with the information. True mates are always a better choice for an Alpha and his pack. A fucking rogue. I guess it’s better than nothing. The Goddess picked her for a reason. “How the fuck am I supposed to locate a rogue female?” Giselle’s eyes go white as she touches two fingers to my forehead. Flashes from her vision settle into my mind and I know where to go. “Thanks, Giselle.” I kiss her cheek then head home.

“Did it work?” Brayden, my Beta asks as soon as I walk through the door. He’s been my best friend since childhood. He’s 22 and his mate Christina is due around the same time as Giselle.

“Yeah. I’m going to Canada while you watch over the pack. I’m taking Laurent and Gilbert with me.” Laurent is my enforcer and Gilbert is my Gamma. They both came with me when I took over my pack. Laurent is 24 and his mate is tiny compared to him. He’s 6 foot 6, 280 pounds of bulky muscle, Rowena is a sold 98 pounds at 5 foot 3. Gilbert is also 22, unmated, and happens to be my cousin. He has the hots for Giselle, but I refuse to let him fuck her, especially while she’s carrying my pup. Not that anyone knows that. No one is allowed near her. They all know I have a witch, but Gilbert is the only one that has seen her.

“How long are you going to be gone?” He asks as he sits behind his desk.

“Only a few days, depending if she has a passport or not. We may have to run across the border in our wolves. Giselle gave me everything I needed to know as far as finding her.” I purchase tickets for the three of us then head to my room to pack.

Tracking the girl in my mind takes no time and I find her in ragged, filthy clothes, squatting beside a campfire. A single bag sits beside her. I look her over, she’s pretty enough and I’m sure she’s a wonderful person, but the stench of rogue is overwhelming, even though there’s a hint of orchid cutting through. That’s her. That’s my mate. You two surround her, keep her from running. I want her to scent me. We’re in our wolves and my guys get into position as I circle northward. A soft breeze ruffles my fur, sending my scent in her direction. It's obvious when she catches my scent. She becomes rigid and abruptly stands. She’s looking around between the trees, but she doesn’t see me.

“Hello?” She timidly calls out. I let out a soft growl to let her know I’m here. Her eyes snap in my direction. Her breathing becomes labored and she takes a step forward, then stops. She looks around then slowly backs away. I growl to make her stop moving as my guys move in closer. “We’re just going to reject each other, so there’s really no point.”

Like hell we are. Laurent makes a noise, startling my mate. Gilbert gives a small huff. My mate spins trying to locate everyone, but her back is to me. I shift and step out then move quickly. I turn her and pull her tight to me to bite her neck before she has a chance to say anything. She moans and trembles in my arms as the mark settles into her system. My bite sinks deeper and she’s lost to oblivion, her life force washes into me and she’s marked forever as mine. I release my hold on her neck. “Alpha Julian Woodard,” I tell her then kiss her mark, the rotten rogue scent dissipates, and we can breathe easily.

“Ellen Arrington,” she barely whispers.

“It’s Woodard now, my Luna.” She softly giggles and my guys come out from hiding, still in their wolves. I look Ellen over. “I have a hotel in town. Let’s get you cleaned up, then thoroughly fucked. You’re marking me tonight then tomorrow we’re going home.”

“Um.. where is home, Alpha Julian?”

“You’re my mate. You call me Julian. Home is in Oregon. Do you have a passport?” She shakes her head. “I’ll handle it. Grab your bag, let’s go.”

Ellen does as told which pleases me. We shift then all run back to town. I wonder if I would’ve ever found my mate without a witch in my pocket. I rarely visit Canada and with her being rogue chances of her living long are slim. We arrive at the hotel and slip into our rooms. After sending Laurent for clean clothes, I get Ellen into the shower where I wash her and shampoo the dirt from her long thick hair. “Thank you, Julian.”

“No thanks necessary. I take care of what’s mine.” I tell her as I rinse the soap from her hair then apply conditioner.

“You’re very possessive.”

“I’m an Alpha, I have to be or my pack suffers. They need their Luna. You my mate, I hope you’re up to the task. I normally don’t associate with rogues unless I’m killing them.”

“I thought you were going to kill me. When you find out why I’m rogue you may want to.” Ellen barely whispers.

“Try me.” I rinse her hair one more time then turn her around to face me. Goddess, her tits are perky and just waiting for me. I lean forward and pull one into my mouth.

She hisses in delight. “I don’t think I can. Just yet.”

I pull off to switch breasts. “I’m not going to kill my mate. Tell me when you’re ready unless it’s something that affects my pack, I don’t care.” I pull her other breast into my mouth. My cock is hard and ready for her. I reach down to warm her up, “I’m not a virgin.” She whispers. A low, irritated growl immediately escapes me. Although it pisses me off that her body is not only possessed by me, I’m relieved I don’t have to teach her how to fuck. I don’t have to hold back. Once she’s shuddering around my fingers, I move her leg to my hip and enter her. She sighs in relief then holds on to me while I maneuver her however I want. We finish in the shower then move to the wall, then end up on the bed. I let her ride me to her climax when she finally marks me. Another wave of connection snaps into place and I turn us over to pull one more orgasm out of her.

Ellen falls asleep spent, naked, and in my arms, the same way she will the rest of her life. I’m content with her. So far I have no complaints for the moon Goddess in pairing her with me. Now, the true test will be how she is as a Luna.

Alpha, I have clothes for the Luna.

I pull the covers off of us and open the door. “Get in here.” Laurent brings a bag in and hangs the garments in the closet while Gilbert takes a moment to appreciate my mate’s naked body. Her skin is flawless and her hair has waves from drying while we were fucking. I lay behind her and hold her pussy in my hand. My essence is slowly dripping out, satisfying my wolf. “We’re going to have to run across the border then get a private jet from Seattle, unless you can get IDs for her tonight,” I tell him then pull a nipple between my teeth. Ellen moans and turns to face me, still sleeping.

“I’ll get on it right away and see what I can do,” Gilbert says still eyeing her.

“You want to watch while I fuck her?” I ask, knowing he likes to watch, he’s done it before.

“I better not, I have shit to do.” His eyes haven’t left her yet. Pressing into her while she’s still sleeping, I watch Gilbert’s reaction. “Fuck.” He groans out. I squeeze her ass then turn her so he can see her pussy. I enter into her again then set a steady rhythm. His breath hitches and I roughly fondle her breast. She wakes only enough to moan out.

Laurent slaps him on the shoulder. “Come on, we’ve got shit to do.” I laugh as Gilbert finally forces himself out of the room, then finish buried balls deep inside a barely awake Ellen.