Blood Moon: Lunar Eclipse

Ariella

I slowly moved into a sitting position, one hand pressing on my head to ease the constant throbbing, “I… I saw my birth mother, Freya.”

“What else?” Sephora asked, looking at me intently.

“I saw how she died. Two dozen men were sent after her. She killed them with… fire magic.”

“She gave you her life force,” Sephora said, looking stunned.

“She said she would leave me with one last gift,” I recalled.

“You saw her memories. When she transferred her life force over to you, she bound it with a sealing spell. But this also means the seal she placed over your powers has been fully lifted, thus explaining your sudden recollection of memories,” Sephora explained as if I had comprehended a word she had said.

“Lifted? How?” Logan asked, his firm chest supporting my sitting form.

“Has anything traumatic happened recently?” Sephora asked.

“Yes…” Hailey spoke, biting her thumb anxiously.

“The rogue,” Ethan added.

“I felt something change in me. If it weren’t for that, I wouldn’t be here right now,” I finished. I felt Logan’s arms around me tighten at the mention of the rogue.

“The night the rogue attacked you was the night the seal was broken,” Sephora crouched to my level, her eyes soft as she peered at me lovingly. “A seal can only be broken by the witch who cast it or in the event of a traumatic event. Your powers re-surfaced as your will to live became stronger than that of the will to die.”

“Why receive these flashbacks now?” I asked, still disoriented by everything that was happening.

“Sometimes it takes a few days before your powers fully restore, but it looks like they finally have,” Sephora said earnestly.

“Ariella needs to rest for now. You have proven some truth to your story,” Logan reluctantly stated. “Hailey, show our guest to her room for the night.”

Without another word, I was lifted off the floor in my mate’s arms. I couldn’t be bothered to protest, so I rested my head in the crook of his neck and inhaled. His scent helped to somewhat relieve my aching body.

Once we reached the bedroom, Logan placed me on the bed before he began undressing me.

“I’m still more than capable of undressing myself,” I weakly protested. Even my stubbornness was being drowned out by recent events.

Logan ignored my comment and dressed me in his long, black shirt that hugged me like a miniature blanket.

Logan followed suit, undressing until he was just in his underwear, then lay beside me, pulling me in close by my waist.

I released a tension-filled sigh as I snuggled into his chest.

Even in my weakened state, I could feel my core stirring in excitement. It had only been a few days since Logan and I… well… but could you blame me? Resisting him was even more difficult now I had a taste of him.

I bit my lip and snuggled into Logan even more. His arms around me tensed, and a deep rumble emitted from his chest, followed by an inviting poke on my lower stomach.

“I am trying to be nice, my little Vixen, but if your arousal gets any more tempting, I might have to do something about it.”

I instinctively rubbed my thighs together. His words alone were enough to get me started. I felt his hand travel down my spine, lining my submission mark in gentle circles, until his hand seized my ass and squeezed. I failed to hold back the soft moan I had been itching to release.

The moment the sound escaped my lips, I was lying on my back. Logan’s eyes had turned a piercing grey; his wolf was in control.

I wrapped my legs around his waist as he feasted on my mark. My body trembled beneath his. I rubbed my core against his thick thigh to relieve the built-up tension growing between my legs.

I kept grinding until an orgasm rippled through me, which heightened further when Logan attacked my mark with his elongated fangs, longing out my mind-blowing climax.

I came down from my high, slightly taken aback by my newfound self-confidence. I peered down and saw Logan’s cock threatening to tear through his underwear.

“Now it’s my turn,” he said before tossing me on all fours.

His large hand settled on my lower back, applying pressure to guide me down until my cheek was against the bedsheet, my ass high in the air.

I felt my core tingle in excitement, so I rocked my hips back, hoping to relieve the pressure. Then I felt a sharp stinging sensation on my asscheek accompanied by a loud clapping sound.

“Did I tell you to move?” he drawled in the huskiest voice he could muster; I could feel my legs tremble with anticipation.

Two fingers slid along the side of my underwear. In an instant, they were torn from my body. I went to protest until something long and hard penetrated me so deep that I was afraid it would tear me from the inside. Logan didn’t wait for me to adjust, but his animalistic thrusts eventually turned into heavenly bliss.

My core throbbed around his cock as another orgasm rippled through me. But Logan didn’t slow down; his thrusts flawlessly in sync with my building tension.

I felt the pressure inside me intensify as another climax snuck up on me, but just having had one made my sex extra sensitive; I don’t think I could handle another one so soon. The pressure became too much at this angle, so I went to lift higher until Logan pushed me back down on the bed.

As if he wasn’t deep enough, his cock managed to penetrate me deeper than before. His relentless pounding increased as one hand held my hip in a tight hold whilst the other encased the back of my neck with the perfect amount of pressure.

My body writhed underneath his as I climaxed so hard my mind became fuzzy, my claws elongated, and my knuckles tightened against the sheets, causing a tear in the fabric. Then I felt his cock expand as his warm seed streamed inside of me.

I collapsed on the bed, gasping for air.

I felt large hands grip my sensitive skin and slip me on my back. Before I knew it, Logan thrust inside of me again, my legs now high above my head.

I let out a cry of satisfaction fused with exhaustion.

“The night’s only just begun,” Logan spoke cavernously.

The excitement in my core stirred.

Logan had that look about him that said he would take me all night.

And he did.

After last night, I woke up later than I would have wanted. Logan had already disappeared, most likely to deal with pack business and the coming war with Fenrir.

I took a warm shower, relaxed my tender muscles, dressed in my favourite pair of light blue jeans, and finished with a simple red jumper.

I made my way over to my parent’s house. When I landed, I noticed my brother’s cars parked outside.

I took a deep breath, unsure how the next few minutes would go. I apprehensively opened the door with the spare key under the mat.

Cliché, I know.

I walked inside to see my brothers and father watching a football match, beers in hand, whilst Clara and my mother sat in the kitchen gossiping over mugs of coffee.

“Hey baby, I didn’t know you were coming over today?” my mother beamed and embraced me in a hug. I awkwardly hugged back and then released as the boys, engrossed in the game, greeted me.

I slowly walked in front of the TV, blocking their view.

Damon’s immediate protest came first, “Red, this is the best bi…” but I interjected.

“I need to talk to you… all of you,” I spoke candidly.

My father stood first, looking at me with concerned eyes, “Everything ok Ariella?”

Denzel followed suit and turned the TV off. Damon continued to protest but stopped once Denzel slapped his arm and gestured towards me.

“Maybe I should…” Clara began.

“No, you can stay. You’re bound to hear about it sooner or later,” I spoke.

“Sweetheart, what’s wrong?” my mother asked uneasily.

“You lied,” I began, but the second I spoke, I could feel my throat restricting and tears threatening to fall from my eyes.

I was never an overly emotional person, but lately, it feels like I have cried more times than the average person would in a year.

“Lied about what?” my father asked, equally unsure.

“You know what. Just admit it. My whole life was a lie; you two probably knew about it too,” I gestured towards my brothers.

Clara stood awkwardly beside Denzel, clearly wishing she had left when she had the chance.

“Red, we don’t know what…” Denzel began, but my mother interfered.

“She deserved to know the truth,” my mother stated, a tear already staining her cheek.

“How much do you know?” my dad asked tenderly.

I told them what happened when I met Sephora and what she said. When I told them about Freya’s memories, my voice barely held it together.

“We knew you were adopted, but that was as far as we knew,” my brother spoke after a moment of silence.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” I asked both my mother and father.

“When we found you and your mother that night, we were going to call for help, but she begged us not to. She seemed distraught at the idea of anyone finding you, as though she was in some sort of trouble,” my mother answered, more tears brimming her eyes.

My father could sense my mother’s distress, so he continued. “She looked like she was running for a reason Ariella. You were just a baby, and our maternal instincts kicked in. Biological or not, we couldn’t see anything bad happen to you.

“So we took you in as one out our own. The pack barely saw us at that time as we had just started our business, so no one questioned when we said we had another child,” my father confirmed.

“We thought it was the right thing to do. Now, knowing who was after you this whole time, I’m glad we kept it a secret,” my mother finished.

It took a moment for me to take it all in. They only did what they thought was right, but at the same time, I deserved to know the truth. Had Sephora not come along or that rogue wolf, then I may have never found out.

Part of me couldn’t stay angry. They raised me as one of their own. Took me in when they didn’t have to. Besides, they were my parents, biological or not, they raised me, and they loved me like a daughter, as I loved them like my parents.

But there was still one question plaguing my mind…

“Where is her body?”