Whiskey
The slow burn of alcohol on her tongue tasted like Aphrodite's nectar. The more she drank, the better she felt, as she had made sure that she had opened a tab in Alpha Atlas' name.
The bartender had been side-eyeing her all night, as if he wished to cut her off, but didn't want to be on the receiving end of her wrath.
And who said that the male species weren't smart? Unfortunately for her, that did not extend to pompous assholes like her mate.
A man sat down next to her as if looking for a way to start a conversation with her, it was just as well that he seemed to have the better sense to keep his mouth shut because then she would be tempted to put a foot in it, quite literally.
Her heart already belongs to that one man...wolf, whatever. She was the most powerful assassin, reduce to a shell of who she had been, because of a man.
Pathetic.
And as she drown her glass, she knew that there was not enough whiskey for her to forget a man like that. A man whose world had collided with her own. The way he held her beneath the sheet, the way his green eyes twinkled with mischief, as their bodies became one...
"Another."
Octavia ordered as the bartender walked over to her, ready to pour her fifth glass, or was that the sixth, she had lost count at this point.
"On second thought, it would be easier if you just leave the whole God damn bottle."
Octavia said as the bartender hesitate for a moment. He didn't want to be held responsible if his Luna just peeled over and died. He knew how fragile the human heart was: physically and emotionally.
"Do you think that that is a good idea, Luna?"
The bartender asked as Octavia's eyes seemed to pulp out of her head.
"What did you just call me?"
She had to make sure that she had heard right. Unfortunately, it seemed that she hadn't run far enough, as out of all the bars in the world that she could wander into, she seemed to have wandered into one which was owned by her mate
The Moon Goddes certainly had a cruel sense of humor. She was never one to believe in a supreme being or a higher deity, but this was too much of a coincidence to simply be just a coincidence.
The bartender started to clean the glasses that had lived the table at the bar.
"Did you not find it odd, that you were able to get liquor without a license and without paying for it?"
Atlas said as Octavia's eyes laser-focused on the man who was responsible for her current condition. His words, his actions, and his cruelty were what had brought her to this juncture.
And there he was sitting across from her in a button-up blazer and jeans pants that fitted his form, that it left no doubt as to what lay between his legs.
...A rock-hard 10-inch, no 12-inch cock. The little fucker seemed to have grown anytime she was in the vicinity. Octavia finally found the bottom of her glass as she drowns the scotch in one go.
"Now that you mention it, it was a little odd. But Jack Daniels is a very good company. He is a better man than you could ever be. I'm sure Jack doesn't go around judging every person who takes a sip. All I want to do right now is find the bottom of the damn glass, but the bartender keeps refilling my glass, so I guess I never will."
Octavia complained as the bartender said calmly.
"Alpha, the Luna keeps asking for a refill. Happy Luna, happy pack."
He said as Octavia looked at him evilly from the corner of her eyes.
'Traitor."
She muttered as both Altas and the bartender chuckled.
"Alpha, I like drunk Luna. We should do this more often."
The bartender said as Atlas looked at him evilly, then slid over his black Amex card, and yelled to the patrons (who by the way happened to be werewolves from the pack)
"Drinks are on me."
Atlas yelled as the cheers sounded through the bar. He turned Octavia's body towards him and pulled her chair closer to his.
"I fucked up."
Atlas said as Octavia tapped her glass and the bartender refilleed her glass with a generous amount.
"I love the fact that you are paying. I still have found the bottom of the whiskey glass. But while we are on the subject of second chances, why should I even consider giving you one? I mean I wasn't even given a chance to explain, I didn't know I had a tracking device, or I would never have...I would have...after everything, I would have gotten rid of it, or at least told you about it."
Octavia said truthfully as she took another swing of her glass. Then she just grabbed the bottle and chugged a few gulps down.
The afterburn of the liquid reminded her of sex with Atlas. The immense pressure going down, the warmth of his touch spreading throughout every nerve in her body, the passion, the pleasure, and the pain which embodied their relationship.
Then it hit you like a freight train.
"I know that now. Kolten told me the truth before I killed him."
Atlas said as a fire lit inside Octavia's eyes. It was a warm fire that promised passion and warmth, but a damn forest fire that threatened to burn everything in its path, everything that dare stand in its way. He was on delicate ice, scratch that, he was on melting ice.
'Kolten told him.' The man in front of her dared to say to her, that Kolten told him. 'So what the fuck had happened when she had told him the same thing?'. 'Was the words of a werewolf assassin worth more to him that the words that she had spoken as his mate?' Her words should have sufficed.
Octavia took up her unfinished glass of whiskey and jumped off the stool and came closer to him. Octavia raised her hand and smashed the glass into the side of his head.
At that moment, one could hear a pin drop as the entire bar was silenced for a few seconds. Then two things happened simultaneously; the members of the pack rushed to aid Atlas and Atlas fell to his knees in front of her.
I'm not sure how familiar you are with werewolf customs, but an alpha never kneels, to anyone. It was a sign of submission and alpha does not submit to anyone,
Except for their mates apparently.
Alpha Atlas held up his hand and hissed at his pack members not to interfere. If this was what he had to do to win the trust and love of his mate, he was more than willing to do so.
"Love is nothing without trust. And trust is formed through trial. At the first sign of difficulty, I did what was easiest, I blamed you for my inadequacies as an Alpha. I should have loved you enough to know that you would never have knowingly betrayed me, betray our pack. Even Luna-Mia, a 16-year-old girl was able to judge the situation better than I could. I am not worthy of you as I am, but I promise that I will never doubt you again, that I will spend the rest of my life proving to be worthy of calling you my mate. I'm your shadow if you'll be my light. Forgive me, Octavia?"
Atlas asked as the ice around her heart started to melt.
"Now."
Atlas said softly as the wolf nearest to the jukebox selected a song. Octavia knew that Atlas had given the order, and she was truly curious as to what he would select. The song 'Control' by Zoe filled the air as Octavia couldn't help but cry. That was his favorite song and the one she had spent hours listening to and humming when they were together.
Atlas held out his hand for hers as she gracefully took it. A loud cheer rang out throughout the pack, as they reclaimed their Luna. Atlas pulled her into his arms as they swayed to the rhythm, bodies in perfect synchronization.
He sang to her softly, serenading her in earnest to what he was feeling. She felt it. To them, there was no one else in the room, there was no one else in the world as far as the two of them were concerned.
He twirled her around again, sending her at arm's length, then pulling her in effortlessly. He was a smooth dancer, and with him as the lead, Octavia felt as if she could dance.
He wanted her in his arms forever. Never again did he want to know what it felt like not to have her in his arms. But what was most important to him, was that he never gave her that feeling again.
"I love you Octavia and I'm going to give you my last name."
Atlas said as Octavia looked at him in surprise.
"Are you proposing to me Alpha?"
Octavia teased as Alpha Atlas laughed.
"When, not if I propose. I need you to prepare for that."
Atlas warned as Octavia could see the intent behind his statement. He meant every word. Octavia smirked and decide to give a little trouble.
"Well, if you want me to say yes, you are going to have to try a lot harder than to convince me Alpha Atlas."
Octavia said as Atlas smiled and bent to pick her up in his arms.
"You do have a point, and I know the best way to do just that."
Alpha Atlas said as he reached for his glass of whiskey and lifted it in the air.
"To the Luna."
He yelled as all the wolves raised their glasses and followed suit.
"To the Luna."
*****
Within minutes Alpha Atlas marched towards that packed house with his mate in his arms.
"Bridal style, I like this. I feel almost like a bride."
Octavia said as Atlas whispered in her ears,
"Soon, my Little Assassin."
He promised as he walked up the steps two at a time with her in his arms. He was in a hurry to get to his room. Octavia maneuver herself so that she was saddling him from the front.
His dick against the curve of her pussy created the most wonderful of fiction. He knew the moment he had her out of those clothes that she would feel so much better.
He was showing so much damn restraint that he believe that he should have been awarded a medal or some shit. He stormed down the passage and entered his room with her still hugging him like a koala. He turned and locked the door
He didn't want to be disturbed tonight. He didn't care if the pack was burning down, he didn't want to be disturbed until tomorrow, and as such he had sent a warning and a message to the pack that Beta Amir Riggs have taken over his alpha duties for the night, then severe his mind link with the pack. They didn't need to know what took place between him and his mate, that was private.
"Octavia, I want to give you one last chance to back out of this. I need you to understand what is about to happen. I'm going to fuck you raw, I'm going to fuck you deep and I'm going to fuck you for hours and not stop. Do you understand?"
Atlas asked as he wanted to make sure that she knew exactly what she was getting herself into.
Octavia smiled at him wondering if this was his idea of trying to convince her of backing out of fucking him, then he was doing a very bad job indeed
"Just shut up and fuck me already."
Octavia said as she pulled her dress over her head. She was perfection. Round perky breasts and a pussy that was just begging to be fuck. As Atlas inhaled her scent, he realized that she was already wet with the need for him.
He attacked her like a wolf does its prey as her round perky breast seemed to melt in his mouth the moment his lip make contact with them. He lifted her into his arms
'Fuck, they were not going to make it to the bedroom.' He didn't have the time or the patience to get them up those stairs, and he might just change his mind and attempt to fuck her right there and then. He looked around and found that the kitchen counter was the only place steady enough to withstand what he had in store for her.
Her ass met the cold granite countertop, as Atlas stepped back and looked at her in awe.
"Spread your legs wide for me. Your pussy will so flood my countertop with your juices. It's a good thing that I'm thirsty."
Atlas said as he stripped out of his clothes, practically tearing them from his body in one go. He walked up to her and took tattered pieces of his shirt and fashioned a blindfold for her.
"Atlas are you...?"
Octavia asked as Atlas shooed her to be quiet.
"Relax baby, it's your turn to trust me."
He said barely above a whisper as Octavia understood the gravity behind his words. She lay on the counter, naked, bare, and exposed. Then she whispered the three words that sealed her fate.
"I trust you."
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