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“Celeste is kind and rational. Her hormones may be making things worse right now, but she will forgive you. Just give her time.”
I looked at Gillian. “You haven’t said ‘I told you so,’” I mentioned, remembering he was against keeping things from her.
“I think you’re miserable enough without adding to it,” he smiled kindly. “I suggest asking Mom what the proper way to grovel is. She sure made Dad do it often enough.”
I was miserable the rest of the day. We never really fought before this, and I was not okay. Celeste was my drug, my calm, half of my soul. I kept her so close to me since she ran away from me last month that I didn’t know how to be without her for so long. Even knowing she was upstairs, I needed to see her smile at me, to see that sparkle in her eye when she thought of a smart-ass reply and how her body reacted every time I touched her.
I tried mind-linking her a few times until she opened it once and yelled at me to stop. Everyone else was also upset that she was angry with them for the decision I ultimately made. She didn’t come down for lunch or dinner, and when I texted her that she needed to eat, she sent Melissa, the thirteen-year-old girl we brought with us from Blood Moon, for plates for both of them to eat, sending her down for more snacks in the evening. When I asked her how Celeste was doing, she said she was only allowed to tell me that she was pissed and that they were watching TV.
That night, when Melissa returned with the empty plates from dinner, she looked at me with pity before saying, “Luna Celeste said she needs space. You can come upstairs to sleep, but she warns you not to wake her up and that you should get up before she wakes up. She’s not ready to talk to you.” Then she patted me on the shoulder, and I felt like I hit a new all-time low, having a thirteen-year-old who went through hell feeling sorry for me.
I looked at my dad and my friends. They all had the same look of pity on their face.
“Any one of you manage to get her to speak with you?” They all shook their heads no.
“I tried to get her to talk to me when I texted her that I was taking her prenatal vitamins, and she had Melissa come down and grab them from me instead,” Maya said sadly.
Threedayslater,Celestewas still freezing all of us out. She spoke the bare minimum to get her work completed, then spent any free time in our bedroom watching TV with Melissa. It was torture going up each night, not being able to touch her, seeing her nightstand littered with used tissue, knowing she cried herself to sleep. I was trying to respect her rules, but I was slowly losing my sanity. The only words she directed to me every day were to ask if the council had found Sandra and Luisa, and then she would shut me out. She changed the timing of her latest appointment with Dr. West without telling me, making me miss it, instead asking Dr. West to give me a rundown of what was discussed during the appointment when I showed up.
As the days passed, I became more moody and short-tempered with everyone. Melissa was my only source of information since Kara was also freezing out Atlas, and she was only allowed to tell me that my Tuli was eating. I almost broke down yesterday when she told me in a low voice that Celeste was now “more sad than pissed.” Everyone in the pack house was miserable watching their alpha and luna fighting.
Finally, not knowing what else to do, I asked Mrs. Quinn and Marie to meet me at Dad’s apartments. They both looked sympathetic when they saw me walk in.
“Please, help me,” I just about cried. “I can’t do this much longer. I miss my mate.” I was past the point of pathetic, and both women took pity on me. They explained to me why my actions triggered Celeste the way they did and what I might be able to do to get her to talk to me.
I got back to my office and began looking at everything I might need to get my mate to talk to me again.
If this doesn’t work, I say we lock ourselves in the room with her until she talks to us, Atlas growled, his tail between his legs. The few times he’d tried to talk to Kara, she would only open the connection long enough to remind him of what she’d do to our manhood and shut him out again.
I was contemplating Atlas’ plan when Gillian burst through the door, Danny right behind him, both looking excited.
“What’s going on?” I asked, and Gillian put his cell phone on the desk.
“Evergreen, you’re on speakerphone,” he said, and I deflated. Evergreen wasn’t part of the operation to find Luisa and Sandra.
“Good Morning, Alpha. I was telling Beta Gillian that I finally managed to make contact with Luna Celeste’s distant family. They are willing to meet next month. They are a bit remote, so the sooner we get back to them, the better they can prepare.”
“That’s great, Evergreen. I’ll call you shortly with a response,” I said.
“Yes, Alpha,” he said and hung up the call.
“Why wouldn’t you accept the invitation?” Danny asked. “You know Celeste already said we were going.”
I sighed and reclined back in my chair.
“Because I’ve already fucked up enough not telling her about Sandra and Luisa. I’m not about to make any more decisions on her behalf without—” The half-open door burst all the way open, and Celeste ran in, flying into my arms and tipping over the chair past the point of no return. I managed to grab her as we went down, hugging her to my chest to prevent her from getting hurt. My head hit the back of the chair with a whack, and I saw stars for a second. The pain was not important, though, when I felt the rush of sparks dance down my entire body. Goddess, I’d missed her.
“Are you okay?” I asked her. Celeste smiled, taking my breath away, and dipped her head down to my lips. My reaction was instantaneous, and my dick hardened at her soft touch. Four days of sleeping next to my Tuli without being able to touch her had been torture and given me the biggest case of blue balls in history. I growled when I felt her tongue demanding entrance to my mouth.
‘Leave,’ I mind-linked my friends.
‘Way ahead of you,’ Gillian and Danny responded before I heard the door click shut.
The moment I heard their steps walking away, I pushed my hands into her hair, my tongue making its way into her mouth. I groaned. I loved the taste of my mate. She tasted better than the sweetest nectars, and I was starving for her. I let one of my hands wander down to her breast, relishing the moan she gave me and the way she pressed against me. I couldn’t take the foreplay right now. I needed to feel her, feel her walls gripping my dick and see the way her eyes rolled to the back of her head when she came apart in my arms. I slid backward until we were out of the chair.
Her hands went straight to my pants, and she purred when my dick sprung loose. I felt her wet folds cover the tip of my straining dick when she positioned herself over it, and I was grateful that she was wearing a skirt today because I didn't think I could handle waiting for her to remove her clothing. I swore lightly when she lowered herself on me, swallowing my shaft. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as her walls adjusted to my size, her juices dripping down my balls. She moaned when she started riding my dick, and I dug my fingers into her hips, trying to slow her down. I wouldn’t last long if she kept up this pace. She looked down at me, and shook her head, her infinite curls falling over the sides.
“Don’t stop. I need you,” she whispered to me, and I lost the last thread of my control. I picked her up and slammed her back onto my shaft, earning me a gasp and a loud moan of pleasure as it rippled through Celeste. I couldn’t look away from her face, memorizing and reacquainting myself with the smile I had sorely missed. Fuck, she was gorgeous. I started feeling my balls tighten, and I could feel through the mate bond she had reopened to me that she was close, too. I pulled her down until she was flush against me, her face in the crook of my neck, giving me access to hers. I drove into her faster and faster while sucking on my mark on her pretty neck. She bit my shoulder and screamed my name through it when she came, and I exploded inside her, feeling there was nothing more right in the world than this moment in time when I was holding her tight to me, connected to each other through body and soul.
