Falling in love with my Ex's Alpha Chapter 64

"No! That's not it, I do. Thanks for offering," I say, and she smiles.

The most beautiful smile in the world!

She warms my heart with so little, my little sun!

I need to tell her that she is my mate as soon as this full moon is over. Not a minute longer! I can't wait any longer, I can't wait to mark her beautiful little neck.

"Come on, I'll take you back home," I tell her. It's late, and she needs to go to sleep. By her outfit, it looks like she was already getting ready for bed. I got up and held my hand for her to get up, too.

She holds my hand, her small hands so soft and delicate, I don't want to let her go.

"Is Troy taking me?" she says, smiling, looking happy for that to happen. We don't talk about what happened, she looks very embarrassed, I don't want to make her more embarrassed. She helped me today, so I'm going to let it go, but I love seeing her blush, I won't miss the next opportunity I get.

"Shouldn't you be afraid of us? He's a big wolf, you know!" I tease her with an arched brow.

She bravely declares, "I'm not intimidated by you!"

I caution her, my voice tinged with a hint of tease, "Well, you shouldn't have uttered those words. Can you truly place your trust in me?" I raise an eyebrow, smirking at her.

She hesitates for a moment before responding, "In theory... Yeah!"

'She's so fucking cute! She trusts us! Release me so I can feel her on top of me again,' Troy celebrates.

I keep smiling at her and advise, "Then you better hold on tightly."

So I walk away from her, and I effortlessly shift into my beast form, and then Troy appears.

She gasps as she observes my transformation. She wastes no time and fearlessly climbs atop my back, finding a secure position.

With a powerful leap, I propel myself forward, embarking on a thrilling sprint.

As the wind rushes through our hair, she can't help but emit screams of exhilaration.

The echoes of her screams fill the air. However, these cries that escape her lips are not filled with fear; instead, they carry a distinct tone of joy.

I'm happy to see her reaction, but Troy is even more that she enjoys riding us. I control myself, so I don't run so fast that she falls, but I keep the pace to keep her adrenaline high.

After a few minutes, I arrive in front of her building, and I regret having come so quickly.

Now, I need to say goodbye to her, and what I want most is to stay by her side.

I should have thought of that earlier.

🐺 🐺 🐺

The passage of the full moon stretched out over the course of a seven-day lunar cycle, and true to her word, she remained steadfastly at my side throughout its entirety.

Just as promised, she kept her word.

During the initial days, we ventured into the depths of the forest. As the lunar frenzy threatened to overwhelm me, she exhibited a remarkable ability to bring me back from the precipice of my own chaos. Her presence alone, coupled with the soothing notes of her sweet scent, worked like a tranquilizer, granting me a semblance of peace.

In the following days, we retreated to the safety of the packhouse. There, as the moon's influence continued to tug at my senses and I started to get out of control, she immediately calmed me down. And then, we would linger, engaged in hours of conversation. Most of the time, we are silent, but even so, being close to her is enough.

One night, as the moon's fevered pull grew particularly intense, I found myself teetering on the edge of a primal outburst. The world spun, and the boundaries of reality blurred. Panic clawed at the edges of my consciousness.

We were in the packhouse, and I suddenly bolted towards the entrance, driven by an uncontrollable urge to attack someone who had unwittingly wandered by the street outside. In the blink of an eye, I was at the door, ready to pounce.

It was then that she sprang into action. With a calculated grace, she positioned herself between me and the entrance, acting swiftly to shield the person walking by. Her eyes locked onto mine, conveying a silent understanding and resolve.

With a voice like a soothing melody, she began to speak, she whispered calming words, her voice a tranquilizing lullaby. Her words were a lifeline in the tumultuous sea of my mind. Each utterance, each whispered reassurance, was a lifeline that tethered me to sanity.

As she continued to talk, her voice filled with a gentle authority, a profound calm washed over me. It was as if her words were a balm, easing the tempest within, and I felt myself slowly coming back to the present moment. The storm abated, replaced by a fragile peace.

As she spoke, she managed to keep me in check and prevent me from making a grave mistake. Her actions, however, went beyond calming me; they also protected the innocent passerby who remained blissfully unaware of the danger that had loomed so close.

In the end, no one else was hurt, and the others inside the packhouse remained oblivious to the chaos that had unfolded just outside their doorstep. Her remarkable ability to not only calm my inner turmoil but also safeguard those around us highlighted the depth of her strength and her unwavering commitment to keeping us all safe during the full moon's volatile sway.

For me, it was a miracle. I've asked myself all these years when I'm going to go through this, only to find out that just the presence of my mate prevents me from going through this.

It does not nullify the spell but prevents its effects entirely as if it were really a miracle sent by the lunar goddess herself.

I made up the excuse that she needed to remain in close proximity to me for a few hours to make sure the cycle was properly interrupted.

The truth was, I had already realized that such measures weren't necessary, but a mischievous desire to keep her near me at any cost tugged at the corners of my mind.

I don't know if she believed my lame excuse, but she stuck with me.

*She didn't let me go through this alone.*