The Alpha King's Mistress Chapter 134: Epilogue Part 3

The salty breeze ruffled the pages of my book as I leaned back in the wicker chair, the sun already hidden, painting the sky with a darkness filled with stars. A contented sigh escaped my lips. It’s already been six months since Nicholas and I started over again which means dating for real like a normal couple. Both of us pushed our work stuff and it was one of the best decisions I made. Six months of travel, dates, adventures, and laughter-filled days. We'd tried everything from visiting ancient ruins in Greece to white-water rafting in New Zealand.

Right now, we are in one of Nicholas's owned islands, perched beside me on the balcony of his secluded beach house, absorbed in his own book, a glass of amber whiskey swirling in his hand. I set my book down with a soft thud, the sound breaking the comfortable silence.

"So, Nicholas," I began, his blue eyes locking onto mine as he glanced up. I directly asked the question that popped into my head, "Why are we still mates?"

Surprise crossed his face, followed by a soft chuckle.

"Is that what's been bothering you, Lily?" he asked, amusement dancing in his eyes. "I almost forgot we hadn't addressed that little detail."

For months, he was struggling to get used to my new name but he got the hang of it.

"Almost?" I echoed. He shrugged the devilish grin that once drove me wild returning.

"Honestly? It hadn't crossed my mind," he admitted, taking a sip of his drink.

"Then how?" I pressed my voice barely a whisper. "After everything..."

His gaze fixed on the sky.

"I won't lie, Florence. I almost lost it. You rejected the bond... it ripped a hole through me I never thought possible."

My breath hitched. In all this time, we'd never spoken of the past, the pain we'd inflicted on each other.

"A year," he continued, his voice low and heavy. "That's how long I was gone. The moment I finished taking care of the attack on the pack, I left to search for you. A year of searching, driven by a primal need I couldn't explain. I went everywhere, to Florence. Every place we'd ever talked about, every lead, every dead end. All I wanted was to know you were alive."

"Did you find me?" I managed to ask, my voice barely above a whisper.

A faint smile touched his lips. "Yes," he answered simply. "I saw you in one of the stores in Morocco. I wanted to approach so badly but I stopped myself. I didn't know you'd changed your name. So, I waited. Trusted the Moon Goddess to bring us together again, when the time was right."

“What if we never saw each other again?” I carefully asked.

He looked at me and shrugged, “I’ll wait for you even if it means forever”

The weight of his confession settled on me, a bittersweet mixture of pain and relief. A year of searching, a year of silent longing.

I sat up, facing her, “So you didn't know I was the arthritis of the exhibition?”

"Yes," he admitted, running a hand through his hair. "one of my business partners sent one of your arts. Let's just say I am captivated by it so I usually send someone to pick the pieces I want” his voice softened. "I'd been wanting to meet the artist behind those pieces for so long since no one had seen you. You're a mysterious name and I am one of the curious audiences to see your face. When I heard you'd be making an appearance, I grabbed the first flight out. Never in a million years did I think..."

His voice trailed off, his eyes searching mine. Tears welled up in my eyes, blurring my vision.

Without a word, I rose from my chair and crossed the short distance between us. My hands cupped his face, wiping away a stray tear that traced a path down his cheek. It was a tear I understood all too well, a tear of love that had refused to die.

Then, I leaned in and kissed him. It wasn't a gentle exploration. Nicholas, at first stunned, responded with an intensity that mirrored my own. His arms wrapped around me, pulling me close as if afraid I'd disappear again. When we finally broke apart, gasping for breath, we held each other's gaze.

"I want you, Nicholas," I whispered, my voice thick with emotion. "I want you to be mine, officially mine”

A soft smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

"I've been dying for you to say that, baby," he murmured, his voice husky with emotion. "I dreamt of this day, ached for it. You have no idea."

I laughed, a wet, shaky sound, the sound of relief washing over me. The past couldn't be erased, the hurt wouldn't disappear overnight. But at that moment, I was just happy with the man who had loved me through it all.

……

Soon after, I found myself running in the forest, barefoot. I leaped easily over fallen logs, branches whipping at my arms. I was no longer on the path but the glow from the moon high above was almost bright offering its light on my path.

My wolf Nasya howled in my consciousness. A primal instinct of what is about to happen. A smirk graced my lips.

We love the chase. I need this. He needs this. Our wolves need these. A male shifter chasing his mate was a traditional mating ceremony for our kind. It's a chase to have each other's mark under the moonlight.

After a few minutes, I sensed him and felt him chasing me. His wolf was right behind me. My heart beat faster as I ran faster because I knew my mate was after me and would claim me. And I wanted him to give him a good chase before catching me. My pulse was pounding in anticipation of him catching up to me as I heard the roar behind me.

I heard rustling behind me, twigs snapping. And I knew the moment he reached out and grabbed me around the waist, pulling us down, taking the force so his weight didn't crush me. Before I could even make a sound, his mouth was on mine, his hands working at my clothing, tearing it off within seconds.

“Tell me you accept me, that you want my mark,” he growled and kissed me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and arched my back, “Tell me you'll always be mine, let me hear it from you, my mate"

I let out a cry and parted my lips to take his kiss.

“Yes,” I moaned, "Yes, Nicholas. I accept you. And I badly want your mark"

He muttered, "You're mine," and then he slipped his tongue into my lips. I could feel the vibrations of his snarl doing evil things to my core, almost making me moan in need.

I was vaguely aware that we were now both naked. I felt his claws pierce my skin a little but not enough to cause me any wound as he flexed and tightened his fingers on my hips. There was no ignoring the heat that burned in my veins. I closed my eyes and groaned as he broke the kiss and began dragging his lips down to my neck, over my collarbones, down my throat, and landed exactly over my full breasts.

“You're so gorgeous, hot and all for me. You belong to me,” he growled.

I could feel all of his hardness as he pulled me in closer. He was so big and powerful and so manly.

"This is all mine," he muttered, sucking one of my nipples into his mouth and using his teeth to pull at the tip while his other hand played with my other breast.

He withdrew, his eyes completely blue as he gazed at me, his nostrils widening as he took a deep breath. His mouth was open, and I could see the long, very pointed canines that sprang from it and poked the base of his lip.

I knew he smelled my arousal because he snarled and grabbed my waist just before turning me over and getting me on my hands and knees. Pure lust sent a shudder down my spine. And then I felt him kissing me down my back; the growls that came from him had me rubbing my ass on his cock. A chill went through me as soon as I felt his teeth on my flesh. His claws dug into my skin, the pain making the pleasure I was feeling double. I felt wetness coating my inner thighs.

“Mine,” he growled with need, and I felt his warm breath on my thighs. “You're so perfect.”

“Nicholas,” I moaned his name now, lost and dazed in my arousal. And when he had his mouth right between my thighs, licking and sucking, I cried out. He keeps his stroke steady, the same intensity that made me lose my mind. I can't help but moan loudly for more.

“Nicholas, I’m going to… . .”

I came without completing my sentence. With my knees trembling, I found myself braced on my elbows.

"This body is mine, you belong to me, Lily" he roared.

Then, he had me back on the ground and was giving me ravenous kisses the next second. He softly nibbled my neck. I can feel his teeth itching to get into my skin.

"This night ends tonight and everyone will know you're mine, baby."

The anticipation and pleasure that were pulsing through my body caused me to sigh and dig my claws into his back.

He resumed his neck-sucking, tongue-dragging, thrusting motions, and pushing back and forth into the cradle of my thighs, making me feel how hard he was. I nearly begged him to put his cock into me, as I was going crazy with desire and the heat he could only ease.

“You’re the only woman I’ve ever wanted so badly, Lily. I am yours and you are mine and have always been that way. I love you, my Luna.”

I moaned. “I am yours forever"

He gave his length one more long stroke before he stared at me with his eyes flashing between blue and black. He placed the tip of his cock at my center. I gasped in anticipation. And as he started to slowly push into me, I knew he was trying to be gentle, to give my body time to adjust to his huge cock.

“So tight.” he groaned

I panted, “Oh, you’re too big.”

“You were made for me,” he gritted. “I was made for you.”

“Fck,” he said harshly and seemed to lose control as he thrust into me and pulled out over and over, groaning with every thrust.

"Nicholas!" I cried out in pleasure as keeps his movement steady, hitting the same spot over and over that made me almost see stars.

He moved in and out of me, and the erotic sight of his sweat dripping down his temples and dripping onto my body made me feel hotter. With each passing second, Nicholas picked up speed until he was slamming into me over and over again.

“Fuck, you feel so damn good baby.” His head was thrown back, as he groaned in pleasure.

“Oh god,” I moaned as I felt myself on the edge.

“Come for me,” he demanded harshly.

I cried out as I came, the pleasure so intense that I gasped for breath. And the entire time, he pounded into me, prolonging the pleasure. Right before the tremors ended in me, he pulled out. He only let me take one breath before he was shoving his still-hard cock back into me.

“So fucking perfect.” He slid his hands up to my waist, pulling me back as he thrust forward, filling me over and over again.

“Yes,” I moaned loudly. “More, Nicholas, more”

He growls and the vibration just makes me impossibly wetter for him. He held onto my hips with a bruising force, as he buried himself deep inside me as he came filled with his cum, and it set off another mind-numbing orgasm in me.

And with a deafening roar, Nicholas had his mouth at the side of my throat, where my neck and shoulder met, his canines piercing me and causing me to cry out. And my pleasure went even higher as he held me down with his bite and continued to thrust into me. My canines appeared and by pure instinct, I leaned forward and hugged him, piercing my canines to his neck as well, sealing our fate with each other.

We both pulled away, panting. My eyes went to his neck where a golden glow appeared and a small mark of a wolf appeared on his neck where I marked him.

He whispered that came out in hard pants as a lone tear escaped his eyes and whispered, "Thank you and I love you, baby"

I wiped the tears from his eyes and held his cheeks, kissing him, "I love you too, Nicholas"

Under the moonlight, we gave each other a promise of forever.