The Young Luna

Chapter 32

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My brother was the first person I saw when I walked into my childhood house. He looked no different;

light brown skin, rounded eyes and messy dark hair. I, however, didn't look anything like I had before I

left. "What the fuck?" he hissed out in shock, at seeing me.

"Roland, language" my mother chided, walking from the kitchen and out to the lounge. She skidded to

a stop at seeing me. She blinked as she took in my new look.

"What the fuck?" she breathed out. The same words she'd just shouted at Roland for saying. "Mabel?

Hija?"

I smiled softly, "hey madre". My mother and I didn't always get on, we were two ends of a very wide

spectrum, but no matter what, she was still my mother. She grabbed me and pulled me in for a tight

hug. When she released me, she held me at arm's length and inspected me.

"Mabel...you look so grown up" she grinned, "you look just like your abuela. Just like your namesake".

She smiled as she tucked my hair behind my ear. "How did this happen, Hija?"

"Forced Shift" I cringed, "I don't really want to talk about". I paused, pushing the memories of Rafa and

Yemi from my mind. "I thought you needed help with the fiesta anyway. We can catch up later, I'm

sure".

"Yes, of course, you can help me and Aunt Maria with the cooking". She paused for a moment,

thinking, before turning to Roland and Dean. "You boys can set the garden up. Roland you know where

we keep the tables and lights".

"Yes Ma" he nodded. Dean gave me a look, asking if I was fine with that, I gave a small shrug in reply. I

then followed my mother into the kitchen, where my Aunt Maria was already in the middle of cooking –

enough food to feed the whole damn state by the looks of it.

"Ma, this is way too much" I exclaimed.

"Do you expect to not introduce your mate to the rest of the family?" my mother growled, eyes turning

mad.

"No but--"

"Do you not think your mate isn't good enough for us, just because he's an Alpha?"

"What? No, I just--"

"Oh, so you're worried we're going to embarrass you. Is that it, Mabel? Do you not think we can't party

with an Alpha? We're not good enough for you, because you're the Luna to the biggest Pack in the

country now? You don't think we're going to--".

"Sorry. I'm wrong. You're right the more food the better" I shouted, cutting her off. I sighed in defeat,

knowing that nothing would stop her rant until I admitted she was right. It was better to quit before the

crocodile tears came out and she cried to my father about how I disrespected her.

"Good" she nodded, grinning brightly before turning to her sister. "Maria, what can Mabel do?"

"Kill myself?" I muttered under my brother.

"What was that?" my mother asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Nothing" I sung back.

I spent the rest of the day preparing the house for the party – which was going to be ridiculously over

the top – before I saw Seth again. He came to rescue me from my mother's grasp and whisk me to

safety under the illusion of Pack work.

"Your mother is..." Seth trailed off, struggling to find words.

"Yes, she's definitely that and some more" I replied, with a heavy sigh. Seth offered me a smile as he

put his arm around me, leading me through my old Pack's territory and to the guest housing. "Anyway,

what did Alpha Douche say about joining us?"

"Hey careful with those nicknames, freckles, we're in someone else's territory" Seth laughed, bumping

my hip with his playfully.

"The best part about being the Luna of the biggest Pack in the country is the ability to talk smack about Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

others and no one can say shit".

"That's the best part of being a Luna, is it?" Seth mused.

"Well that and the way I can force Dean to make me sandwiches whenever I want to, and he can't say

no".

Seth laughed loudly, "well I'm happy that I was able to give you such high standing".

We got back to guest house quickly, and Seth dragged me up to the largest bedroom – the one he

stayed in last time – and I smiled as I sat down on the bed. "What are you smiling about, trouble?" Seth

asked, as he flicked his shoes off and peeled his suit jacket away.

"Just thinking about the last time you stayed here and I sat on this bed" I smirked, leaning back on the

bed as I kicked my own shoes off.

"Oh yeah" Seth smirked, eyes shining dangerously as he stalked towards me. "I remember that day

very clearly". He stood in front of me, lust swirling in his eyes as he grinned like a maniac. "It was the

first time I tasted your lips". He pushed me so I was laying back and climbed onto the bed, straddling

me. "It was the first time I felt your body". He leant down and grazed his lips over my jaw line and

towards my neck. "It was the day I marked you and let the entire world know that you belong to me".

His lips caught me.

I threw my arms around his neck, deepening the kiss as our bodies slotted together. I leant up towards

him, my chest pressing against his – our hearts beating together. Seth slid closer to me, one of his legs

settling between my thighs and pushing my dress up. I shook in anticipation.

"You alright, May?" Seth frowned, pulling back slightly.

"It's been a while" I whispered softly, blushing as I looked up into his eyes. His bright blue eyes shone

at me, as he reached up and caressed my cheek. A small smile played on his lips, but it wasn't a

teasing smile, no, it was a smile of adoration.

"I love you Mabel" he said gently, voice tender and loving. He pressed a careful and short kiss on my

lips, before pulling away from me. Seth climbed off the bed and I gave him a weird look. He turned the

radio on and turned the volume up; loud jazz music filled the room.

"I don't want anyone hearing us or interrupting us" he shrugged, as he loosened his tie. I smiled softly

at him as I flicked my shoes off. Once his tie was off, he flicked it onto the floor and walked back over to

the bed. Grabbing my ankles, he dragged me to the edge of the bed. I giggled as I crashed into his

body – hands steadying me on his large chest. He smirked dangerously at me.

Leaning down, he kissed me again. I arched my back in order to reach his lips, my entire body

desperate for his taste. As our lips tangled, Seth pulled my dress up and over my head – leaving me in

my underwear. He smiled as he saw the matching set, as I began to unbutton his shirt.

Once we were both naked, we slipped under the bed covers. I giggled playfully, as Seth pulled me

close and lifted me on top of his body. I could feel his hard erection press against my stomach as I

kissed him. His lips were curved into a permanent smile as we kissed heavily.

I reached between us and palmed his erection, massaging him sensually as I slowly rubbed my hips

against his. Seth groaned into my mouth, as I teased the tip of his member with the pad of my thumb. I

pulled back from the kiss, before sitting up over his waist. I shared a teasing smile with him, before I

raised myself up onto my knees and positioned his erection at my entrance. Gradually, bit by bit, I slid

down his length – taken him all the way to his shaft, being full in the most intimate way possible.

I groaned as I rested my hands on his chest, feeling his speeding heartbeat as his eyes glistened in

lust. "I love you" he whispered up at me. I grinned brightly at him, as I began to rock my hips. My head

feel back slightly as my mouth fell open.

Seth and I had soft, loving, sex for almost an hour. It was different sex – there was no name calling or

Daddy roleplaying. It was different because it was the first time we had had sex since we had told each

other we loved one another. He made me moan and shiver every time he said my name lustfully. "I

really do love you, Mabel" he whispered to me, as we came down from our highs and lay in bed. I

admired him, ready for him to take me again.

"Hey, are you two finished having sex? Because I think the party is starting" Dean called out, voice only

just heard over the loud radio. And, just like that, the mood was ruined.

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