Fighting, Anaya Phoenix [best affordable ebook reader .TXT] 📗

me carefully and her body seemed to tense more. She was giving off mega omega waves and it worked to soothe my soul but for some reason it wasn’t reaching and affecting Ander as much as it should’ve. He had closed the eye that he lost, and the one eye that was open looked to me and he relaxed slightly but not enough. I furrowed my brow as I stood next to him, putting my hand on his forehead and wiping at some of the blood that had splattered up there.

“What’s wrong?” He just looked at me, staring intensely at me and begging me for something and I didn’t know what.

“It was a claiming fight, Luna.” Blake whispered softly, not moving her body or her eyes from Matt. Ander’s arm slinked around my waist and realization struck me and made my cheeks blaze.

“Not here.”

“It has to be here, Luna. Matt crossed a serious line and the alpha in Ander can’t let it slide without putting Matt into his place.” I gulped and realized we were doing things super old school and that I would feel dirty after this. Ander kept his eyes on me, letting me make my decision. If I didn’t do this willingly, it would only be worse later and he wouldn’t let himself relax. With a deep sigh I leaned down and kissed him gently, cupping his cheek, and straddled him.

“Go away.” I whispered in the link to Anna and she got up quickly, her eyes down and away from me and Ander. I couldn’t tell Blake to leave without looking back so I just had o hope that she would keep her eyes on Matt. He kissed me back with strength and passion and domination, demanding my mouth and my time and my love. And, as his mate, I was to give it to him without fighting back.

“It’s yours.” I whispered against his lips, keeping my composure as he growled against my mouth and gripped my hips. Keeping my movements slow and as non-aggressive as I could manage I put my hands on his shoulders and gently grinded against him, doing a fantastic job of not wincing as his claws pierced my pants and gripped into my hips tighter and directed the movement of my hips.

“I’m going to claim you, and I’m so sorry.” He whispered softly through the link, only his human side showing. I looked into his eye then and saw that it was mainly beast, but a part of it was my Ander. And my Ander truly was heart broken. With a soft reassuring smile, I craned my neck to the side slightly but still looked at him. I would hate myself after this for being weak, I would hate myself after for succumbing to the drama and getting myself into this position in the first place, and most importantly I would hate myself because for that moment I didn’t hate myself at all; for that moment I was fine and happy, and thoughts of my future and what it could hold bombarded me as his lips approached my neck. For that moment I didn’t hate myself because I was giving myself a chance, and I took it. He bit deep into my neck, not really able to help himself as his fangs were the size of my middle finger, and stayed there for a second before his fangs retracted and he licked my mark softly. He leaned back but I didn’t look at him, instead I called my wolf to me and grew out my fangs before biting his neck and putting my all into him. I poured myself into him and he accepted it all, his fangs no longer there and only his fingers gripped me gently. While my fangs were in him I opened my link to Lupa and asked her to accept our mating. I wrapped my arms around Ander and spread the power to him, smiling around his neck at his small gasp and how tightly he held me back. She kissed me on my forehead and accepted the mating and suddenly I felt whole.

                Ander shuddered and his arms tightened around me and I felt safe, safer than I’d felt in a long time. Our bond strengthened and he was there with me in my head, holding my hand and my body. My fangs retracted back into my mouth and I kissed his mark before sitting up, smiling at him and wiping my blood from his lips. He did the same and we smiled at each other.

“Do you think you can fix this now? Now that my wolf isn’t in charge this is starting to hurt like a royal bitch.” He said softly, smiling weakly as he gestured to his eye. I nodded and cupped my hand over his eyes, pouring magick into it. He hissed softly between his teeth as his eye grew back and I scrunched up my face, but otherwise continued to give magick to him. When it was fully healed I pulled my hand back and tucked both of them under my chin. He opened his eye and squinted before blinking a few times.

“Good?”

“Good. I imagine you have to heal him now?” He didn’t sound entirely happy about it, but he wasn’t tense which was all I could hope for. I nodded before getting off of his lap and walking to where Matt lay, looking up at the ceiling. I knew it wasn’t easy for him, all that had just happened, on him and that he wanted to be anywhere from where he was now. I walked toward him, keeping my head up and looking at Blake. She looked down immediately, acknowledging I was the more dominant wolf, and scooted closer to her alpha who looked up at me. I met his gaze head on and watched as  his eyes moved slightly over, landing on the spot between my eyes. I sighed gently even as my wolf preened at the show of power. I sat next to him and held my hand out, without looking at me he gave me the stump of his hand. I gripped his wrist and let the magick flow into him. I heard his teeth grind against the pain, and watched as his hand grew back. Once it was done I released his hand as gently as I could and looked at him.

                He cleared his throat gently and sat up, all the while looking at that small spot between my eyes before they settled on my actual eyes.

“Hey, I’m still Luna. Little Luna.” I gave him the most reassuring smile I could muster that wasn’t a lie. I wasn’t the same Little Luna, I wasn’t able to become his. He was quiet as he gazed into my eyes, his teeth slowly became unclenched and his body relaxed.

“You’re right. Little Crazy Luna.”

“What’d I say about the crazy?” He shrugged and smirked at me and my heart swelled. I wanted to reach out and touch him, to hug him and tell him that I was sorry for the way that everything turned out.

“Go ahead.” Ander whispered to me through our private mate link. With a wider, and truer, smile I opened my arms wide and snatched him into me. He hugged me back, tighter than he should’ve been for the amount of damages that was given to him, bringing me close to him and putting his nose into the nook of my neck. I knew I wouldn’t smell the same. My scent was, essentially, the same but it was tainted with some of the masculinity of Ander’s scent, as his was slightly more feminine because of my scent. But he still breathed me in, taking a deep shuddering breath and gripping me tight.

“I’m sorry. Not for the reason you want me to be, but because of the way this happened. You’ll always be my best friend, one of my first few friends. Thank you for that and being there when I needed you there.” He said nothing, just held me there in that tight embrace. I stayed there for as long as I could and I would not be the first to let go. I’m sure he cried, I felt a little bet of wetness on my shoulder but I said nothing and I knew why he’d taken my mating to Ander to heart. It wasn’t because it happened right in front of him, or the question of his dominance, because both of those things happened in the wild and in the lycan community often. It was because he genuinely loved me, and I him. It was because the lycans were a dying breed and to find your mate was a welcome rarity, so most of the lycans merely settled for those who they found companionship in and those that they loved. He never thought, or expected, he would find his mate. But he’d found me, and he decided that he was going to keep me, then he discovered I’d had a mate and thought that maybe he could win me away not knowing that I’d already been won by Ander as soon as I saw him. Leaving me was the hardest thing he had to do because he knew that would just leave it up for Ander to steal me away even more, and coming back was even harder because he knew he could be coming back to me having a family and life of my own.

                Matthew wasn’t angry at Ander for claiming me, he was angry at Ander for having me as a mate. It had nothing to do with Ander, and had little to do with me but was really just him being angry at our Goddess for how his life had panned out. And for that reason, and that reason alone, I looked into his fate lines; something I swore I’d never do. Knowing how my friends would die and knowing what shortcomings they would have in their lives. Sometimes being human was good, especially in their clueless ways. Closing my eyes I let myself into his world and saw everything, everything he had done and would do. I ignored when he would die and ignored the length of the line and focused on the line that intertwined with his that wasn’t his pack or was me.

I gasped internally and kept my emotions under check, but still held on to him as he clutched me. I looked to Blake and saw she had her eyes on me fully. She shook her head gently and looked back to him, her face clear of emotion but those chocolate eyes of hers giving me all the information I needed. She knew. Matt sniffled and let me go, keeping his head down as he wiped his face, giving me more time to look at Blake. It looked like it hurt her to see him crying, and this time I knew it wasn’t from a Beta position, but from that of a mate’s. Suddenly, it all clicked. She was fiercely protective over him, but I had blindly thought that it was because of her loyalty. But now I knew. He leaned back into the bed, wincing at the rest of his injuries.

“If you asked nicely, I could fix it for you.” I smirked at him and he rolled his eyes, a soft smile on his face. I saw Blake tense up before she relaxed, her eyes constantly flitting to mine before going back to him. He put his hand on my knee, as a way to calm himself, and sighed deeply.

“I’m not one for asking.”

“You’re preaching to the choir, MattyPoo.” He growled softly and slapped my knee.

“I’m injured, does that not give me a ticket to not be teased?”

“Have you met me?” He chuckled softly and shook his head before his eyes drifted to Blake. I saw the little intake of breath she made before she released it and smiled teasingly.

“Honestly, Matthew, did Ander knock your brain around that