Chapter 47: Chapter 47

Ever since I came to the clan, I told Oceana I was her mate. If not, she will discover it herself, even if I try to keep it a secret.

When I first saw her, on that day she came to the chambers, she was breathtakingly beautiful, attractive and at that spot, I wanted to pull off her clothes, my wolf growled, forcing me to mate with her, yet I controlled myself and told myself silently a thousand times that she is my sister but it didn’t work.

I had all kinds of imaginations, forcing my body to keep still, which kept screaming and yelling at me to screw her right there at the table.

I know I’m a jerk, but I want her in my arms; I want to be inside her, fuck her to the extent of her screaming my name out loud, begging for me to stop and take it easy. I know I said this the first time, but I want her as my mate; I love her so much to give up now.

I wish I could have her right now, shout out to the world that she is my mate, and get married to her.

I’m an Alpha with dignity, not some pervert and a horny teenager who thinks with his dick instead of his head.

If I do that, they will take her away from me, I wouldn’t see her ever again. It's better for me to watch her grow up more, live a happy life with a new Alpha than for me not to see her again.

It hurts when an Alpha loses his mate and never sees her again.

I’ve always loved her ever since I was a child and I still do, she is telling me to bond with her, that we could face so many obstacles together, I don’t have anyone on my side, and the realms will be too powerful for us to deal with, how will I be able to handle it, I’m really terrified of losing her.

If she will just stop trying to get together with me and accept fate, things will ... .Will be different right now.

I am a married Alpha now, with a wife who loves me, yet I don’t love her in return. Isn’t that so cruel?

Eventually, the realm would start demanding a son from me, wanting an heir to the wolf throne. How funny.

I sighed and poured myself some wine. I want to have her.

I keep getting horny every time I think of Oceana. She is always on my head. The werewolves’ heat comes, the full moon arises, and it gets worse and worse by the second.

Even at the dining table earlier, she intentionally put on a sexy gown because of me, just to get my attention, damn, I was finding it hard to eat at the dining table, my crotch kept getting bigger, my body went into hormones mood, finding it difficult to sit still and to keep Emily from noticing how big my crotch was and fuck, I could screw her at this moment.

She sure was getting my attention. I could feel the stony stares burning through my soul, yet I pretended not to notice it.

She was alluring and driving me to the edge, hot and attractive.

Banging such a fiery beauty in bed will be incredible and outstanding.

Man, just imagining her was getting me worked up.

While drinking my wine, I touched my crotch; it felt hot for a certain reason; I kept stroking and stroking nonstop; it was getting hot, sweet sensation rushed down my spine, it felt sweet, good, incredible and I didn’t want to stop.

I could masturbate like nearly ten times a day just thinking of Oceana.

I raised my hips up and kept going, abandoning my wine on the cold floor, putting aside my cigarette.

I was over the clouds, seeing the warm stars as fuck.

“Oceana,’ I moaned. “I love you so much, my love.” I groaned, stroked even harder and spat on it to make it more slippery, as if there was a pussy on top of me.

I couldn’t help it, it was getting to me. I stroked even slower and slower and feeling the thickness of it, my dick swelled, imagining her in her pink bra and pants turned me on so much.

Fuck, it’s never like this with Emily.

I stroked slowly; it was big and suddenly I was about to burst.

I couldn’t hold it in anymore and nearly groaned while I sweetly released so fast on my abdomen.

I raised my head, looking at my thick sperm.

“Fuck this,” I whispered, panting and ruffled through my hair with my other hand.

“I want her.” I murmured. I panted for a while and finally got up to clean myself up before Emily noticed anything about me.

Damn, that felt good.

I got inside the bedroom and dropped the bottle of wine on the glass table and proceeded to the bathroom, freshen up, and came out of the shower.

I saw Emily in deep thoughts, my heart skipped a beat and when did she wake up from her sleep?

“Emily.” I called her and she smiled and got off the bed naked and came over to me with her arms wrapped around my shoulders.

“I miss you.’ She kissed me on my lips and licked my jawline.

“I miss you too.’ I murmured, hoping she didn’t notice me leaving the balcony.

“You just took a bath, right? Your breath reeks of alcohol.” She laughed.

I smiled. “Yeah, I just took a little to refresh my system and my brain.’

“Oh, and you look very handsome.’ she beamed.

“Thanks baby.’ I poked her nose with the tip of her finger.

“I want to have a child with you.’ She blurted out.

“What!” I was shocked.

“What? I’m serious. I really want to have a child with you. My parents are bugging me about when I plan to have a child.’

Damn.

Oceana’s Pov.

"Fuck.” I rubbed my pussy, going faster and faster with my legs wide open, naked on my bed. “Gérard.” I moaned. “Fuck me, I love you so much.”

I did this all night, dreaming of him and I felt a lot of pain within me after that. He wants me to reject him, but I can’t do it; I don’t want to go through that pain of rejecting him.

That’s what I am avoiding. I don’t need to experience such pain. I will die before I even get started.

I love him and I want him to be mine and mine alone.

I hugged the pillow he used eight years ago. His scent was still on it, and inhaling it calmed me and my wolf down.

I felt like he was here with him. If only he knew I was with his old pillow.