The Abandoned Luna's Journey to Power Chapter 285: Mating Night (Part Two)

Cindy's POV:

My heart jolted hard in my chest.

"Idiot."

I tugged his hand. "Go wash up. You reek of liquor. What, are you planning to sleep in the hallway tonight?"

Adam's eyes lit up, and he straightened instantly. "I'll go right now! Immediately!"

Half an hour later.

The sound of running water stopped.

Adam stepped out.

He had changed into a deep-red silk nightshirt, the sash tied loose, exposing broad planes of firm muscle across his chest.

His damp golden hair still dripped; droplets slid down the bridge of his nose, traced the curve of his throat, and disappeared against his rising chest.

The steam had washed away most of the alcohol, leaving behind something far more dangerous—raw, overwhelming male heat.

It was the scent of a top-tier Alpha—like the sea before a storm, deep and dangerous, irresistibly magnetic.

Deep in my mind, Diana stirred restlessly, letting out a low, yearning hum as her tail coiled instinctively around my mental core.

Adam looked at me, his gaze burning.

He walked toward me, step by deliberate step.

I held his gaze, my breathing turning shallow, my knees going weak.

"Cindy..."

He reached the bed and moved to pull me into his arms.

But maybe the last of the alcohol lingered—or maybe it was nerves—because when he stepped forward, both feet moved at once.

Same side, same time.

"Hey—!"

He stumbled clumsily, stepping squarely on the trailing hem of my velvet robe.

"Ah!"

I gasped as my balance tipped and I pitched forward.

Adam grabbed my waist in time, but the momentum carried us both, and we tumbled together onto the bed layered with thick white bearskin.

The world spun.

He landed over me, the soft fur cradling my back.

Our eyes locked.

Our breaths tangled, close enough to count each other's lashes.

The awkwardness vanished, replaced by a spark that could set the air on fire.

"Cindy..."

His voice turned dangerously low, his golden pupils narrowing to sharp slits.

Behind him, I seemed to see the phantom of a massive golden wolf—Fenrir—rearing its head and roaring with the dominance of a conqueror.

"You're mine."

Then, his restraint shattered, and he kissed me hard.

Reason dissolved.

It was a kiss of possession and hunger, edged with wolf-born wildness.

He stole my breath, claiming every inch of it.

My hands trembled as they gripped his shoulders, fumbling at the ties of his shirt.

The more hurried I became, the more stubborn the fabric felt.

Rrrip—

Adam lost patience and tore the silk aside in one swift motion.

The instant skin met skin, heat flared between us, making us both shudder.

"Diana ... come."

He growled the words against my ear.

My mind blurred as Diana leapt from my inner world, colliding with Fenrir in the unseen space between us.

The two great wolves circled, collided, and entwined in fierce communion.

It was more than flesh. It was soul against soul.

"Adam..."

I tilted my head back, surrendering to his weight and his heat.

The candles burned all night.

From the initial, green exploration to the eventual awakening of werewolf instincts, we were like two lone wolves who had run the wilds too long; we finally found our den in each other.

There was no technique, only the most primal longing and the deepest love.

We confirmed each other's existence in sweat and merged into one in the resonance of our souls.

Not until dawn's first pale light slipped through the curtains did the night loosen its hold.

Knock, knock, knock.

Outside, Jewel knocked gently. "Your Highness, Ms. Spencer ... it's time to rise. You must present yourselves before His and Her Majesty."

I startled awake.

Adam opened his eyes as well.

We looked at each other's bare shoulders, at the flushed marks along our skin, the air still thick with intertwined pheromones.

For a moment, a mix of awkwardness, sweetness, and shyness flooded our hearts.

We actually behaved like two teenagers in their first love, faces flushing, not daring to look each other in the eye.