Filed to story: The Luna is Secret Heiress Book PDF Free by Sylvia
I placed the empty glass on the table, a smile playing on my lips. “I’m happy today.”
Derek cheered and refilled my glass immediately. Gabriel also poured two more, raising his in a toast.
“Good brother, this one is to you and Olivia, for a long and happy life together as mates, and may you have strong pups soon! I’ll drink up, you can do as you please!”
After Gabriel finished his glass, I drank both mine and the one Derek had poured. The alcohol was strong, but my joy was stronger.
Soon, other pack members joined in, surrounding me and taking turns toasting the newly engaged Alpha. The celebration grew louder and more boisterous with each round.
Olivia noticed the commotion and, concerned for my health despite my supernatural constitution, walked over. “Go easy on him,” she said to the group.
Her protective instincts were already showing, making my wolf preen with pride. “Don’t get him too drunk, I’m worried even an Alpha’s body won’t be able to handle this much.”
By then, my ice-blue eyes were already getting hazy from the supernatural alcohol. The world had taken on a pleasant, warm glow.
Gabriel and Derek teased her for being a protective mate already. Olivia, however, remained worried, knowing I’d had far too much even for a werewolf.
Soon after, Lily had to help a completely drunk Gabriel leave using her car. I watched them go with amusement, my friend barely able to walk straight.
Olivia then turned to me and asked softly, “Connor, are you still drinking?”
With a smile in my hazy eyes, I turned to Derek. “My mate is here to take me home, so I won’t drink with you lone wolves anymore.”
I then reveled in my friend’s mock annoyance, boasting, “It’s hard to explain to you unmated wolves. You wouldn’t understand the mate bond even if I did.”
Derek waved us off in feigned frustration, muttering about show-off Alphas under his breath.
Olivia extended her hand, and I obediently took it, my Alpha dominance softened by love and alcohol. “Luna, let’s go home.”
Back in the master bedroom of Moonlight Manor, Olivia helped me get a silk bathrobe and moonlight cotton towel. Her gentle care made my heart swell with affection.
“You should go take a shower first to wash off the alcohol scent.”
(Connor’s POV)
As soon as the words fell, I grabbed Olivia’s arm and pulled her towards me. She fell into my arms with a soft gasp.
“What are you doing…” Before she could finish her sentence, I silenced her with a kiss.
At first, my kiss was tender and lingering, skilled and effortless. I felt the familiar spark of our mate bond ignite as my lips moved against hers, sending a numbing sensation through every nerve in her body.
Gradually, I shifted from gentle entanglement to a more dominant conquest. My Alpha instincts demanded more, craved the complete surrender of my destined mate.
Just as I was about to proceed further, Olivia pushed me away with both hands. Her breath came in ragged gasps, amber eyes slightly dazed.
“Go take a shower,” she managed to say.
Interrupted, my dark eyes soaked in drunkenness held a hint of grievance. The alcohol made my usual control slip, revealing a more vulnerable side.
“Can’t I even have a kiss? My Luna,” I said, drawing out the possessive title with deliberate emphasis.
Olivia looked surprised to see this side of me drunk. My expression and tone carried a playful quality that was completely different from my usual commanding Alpha presence.
The way I drew out “my Luna” made her heart melt visibly. I could scent the shift in her emotions through our developing bond.
She softened her voice to coax me, treating me like a wayward pup. “Be good, don’t be naughty. Go take a shower first.”
“Can my Luna shower with me?” I asked, letting my ice-blue eyes fill with anticipation that would be hard for any mate to refuse.
Before she could answer, I added in a low, seductive voice that I knew would affect her. “Luna, I’m drunk, it’s not convenient for me to shower alone. What if I fall?”
Amused, Olivia pushed me lightly with a knowing smile. “Are you putting on an act?”
Though she barely used any force, I stumbled deliberately and bumped into the cabinet behind me with a loud thud. The sound echoed through the master bedroom.
Startled, Olivia rushed to check on me, her protective instincts kicking in. “Where did you hit?”
“My knee, it hurts,” I said, looking down at her with what I hoped was a convincing wince. My voice took on a bewitching quality as I continued my performance.
“Now my leg is really inconvenient. I need my Luna to help me shower.”
Unsure if I was truly hurt but feeling a pang of concern through our developing mate bond, Olivia relented. “Alright, let’s go.”
“Alright
A low chuckle escaped me as I took her hand, satisfaction rolling through my chest. “I knew my Luna was the best to me.”
As we walked to the Master Bathroom, I limped dramatically, leaning my entire weight on Olivia as if seriously injured. Each step was carefully calculated to maintain the illusion.
She saw through my act but chose not to expose me, which only made me love her more. Her willingness to play along showed how much she cared.
The moment the bathroom door closed behind us, I kissed her again, reaching over to turn on the shower.
Warm water cascaded over us both.
Olivia was too lost in the kiss to care that her hair and clothes were getting soaked. The expensive fabric of her dress clung to her curves as steam began to fill the space.
When the kiss ended, the bathroom was filled with thick steam. I watched as Olivia’s heart skipped a beat while she gazed at me through the mist.
Water streamed down my face, my muscles tensed from the heat and desire. My wet eyelashes framed my eyes as I stared at her with undisguised want.
I could see her admit to herself that she was completely captivated. The mate bond sang between us, amplifying every sensation and emotion.
This time, she took the initiative, wrapping her arms around my neck and kissing me with newfound boldness. The role reversal sent fire through my veins.
Deepening my gaze, I lifted her against the tiled wall, her legs wrapping around my waist instinctively. The glass door fogged over completely, reflecting our intertwined silhouettes amidst the sound of running water.
(Olivia’s POV)
The next day, I woke to find the sun high in the sky. Golden light streamed through the curtains of the master bedroom, indicating it was well past morning.
The manor was quiet around us. Our pack friends had all left after the celebration, leaving Connor and me alone in our sanctuary.
Connor was already up, but he soon entered the room carrying a breakfast tray. The domestic sight made my heart flutter with contentment.
“Awake, my Luna?” he greeted me, setting the tray aside to give me a gentle kiss on the forehead.
“Good morning. I’ve prepared new clothes for you in the closet and undergarments by the bed.” His thoughtfulness never ceased to amaze me.
“Get dressed and come downstairs for breakfast. This afternoon, we’ll go to your pack house and talk to our parents about the mating ceremony.”
I chuckled at his assumption, though warmth spread through my chest. “So quick to call them ‘our parents”?”
Connor’s ice-blue eyes crinkled with a smile that transformed his entire face. “Yes, and you should change how you address me too. Call me Alpha from now on.”
“So possessive,” I murmured, though there was no real complaint in my voice.
