Fire Meets Fate
Enya Anders has been training all of her life to become the Zeta warrior for the Blood Moon Pack. Her family has held the position in the pack for generations, and one day it will be her turn. She has a notorious reputation to live up to. Her determination to be the best drives her to achieve all of her goals.
The entire pack supports Enya as she proves herself time and time again that she has earned her place in the highest ranking of wolves.
The future Alpha of the pack, Erik Kingston, could not be more proud of her. But he has been keeping a secret from her. She will not be the packs Zeta, she will be their Luna.
She is his mate.
Enya is blind to Erik's love of her, he has hidden it from her so well for years. She is also blind to the fact that she is a hybrid. Another secret kept from her, this one for all of her life.
But on her 18th birthday everything will change. She will shift for the first time and the secret kept from her will come to light.
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"Why do you always stand so far away from me?", I question him.
"I thought you had questions about shifting?", he crosses his arms over his broad chest.
"Answer the question Erik.", I demand crossing my arms defiantly.
He sighs and hangs his head, "E, I don't know what you want me to say."
I uncross my arms and advance on him. "I want you to tell me how you could dance so close to me earlier but feel the need to keep your distance the rest of the night?"
He is backed against a bookshelf now and I'm only a few inches from his face. My focus shifts from my heart to his without me trying. I hear how rapid his heart is beating.
My gaze travels down his neck landing on his chest. His breath is coming in quick and I can smell his arousal. I don't even realize it, but my hands are on his chest now.
"Erik...", my eyes hold a question in them. I can't help but to dart my eyes back and forth. Eyes, lips, eyes, lips.
Without warning Erik grabs my hands pushing me off him and turning me to have my back against the bookshelf. He is in control again and I am at his mercy.
His eyes darken as my arousal wraps around us. His lips come crashing down on mine. I feel the hunger in his demanding lips.
He releases my hands only to place his right hand over my throat while his left drops to my hip. He grips me harshly and I savor the feeling. My hands cling to the sleeves of his shirt as I try to mold my body to his.
His tongue licks my bottom lip asking for permission, I moan my approval and his tongue dances with mine. His grasp on my hip loosens and he moves his hand to my ass.
My left hand travels down his arm to the hand wrapped around my throat. My fingers close around his wrist. He breaks away and searches my eyes.
He is looking for fear, his forehead is pressed to mine, I can see his apprehension. He doesn't want to hurt me.
I hold his gaze steadily, my fingers grip his wrist tighter as I press his hand harder against my throat. He groans before taking my lips again.
My body feels electric from his touch, not even in my wildest dreams did I ever imagine my first kiss to feel like this. He drinks me in like I am a fresh spring and he is a parched beast.
"I knew you'd taste like strawberries.", he groans in my mouth.
Kayleigh_A_2021 · Fantaisie
