The Wolf God's Unwanted Luna

Chapter 37: The god

I closed the door with finality and stood just behind it, the echo of the lock clicking into place grounding me in this madness. From inside, I could hear her shifting on the bed, followed by the sharp sting of my name spat out in pure fury. Her anger hit me like a wave, but instead of flinching, I found myself staring blankly at the wall, thoughts rushing through me at impossible speeds.

Who would’ve thought that a stubborn, sharp-tongued little brunette could unravel me so completely?

I knew what I had done was questionable. Forcing her to stay, keeping her confined, it crossed every line I swore I wouldn’t. But the thing that unsettled me the most wasn’t the guilt. It was the calm that settled over me once I knew she couldn’t leave. That she was mine. I hated myself for it, but gods, it felt so damn right.

It didn’t help that she made it worse, her eyes lingering on me when she thought I wasn’t paying attention, her hands brushing me in her sleep. I never called her out for it. I loved the way she touched me in her dreams, the way her scent clung to my skin. Pretending to ignore it was easier than watching her retreat into herself if she realized I noticed.

With a frustrated growl, I blurred down the hallway toward my office. I slammed the door behind me, hard enough to rattle the shelves. The heavy sound echoed off the walls, sharp and final. I dragged my hands through my hair and dropped into my chair, turning it to face the tall window behind my desk.

The moon hung there, brilliant, silent, judging. It bathed the dark room in silver light, casting long shadows that only seemed to emphasize the growing hunger inside me.

My beast stirred just beneath the surface. It wanted her. Now.

I shifted in my seat, jaw clenching as my imagination didn’t do me any favors. A slow, wicked smile curled my lips despite myself. I wanted to mark every inch of her skin, claim her completely until the world knew she belonged to me. Not just in name, not just by bond, but by every raw, primal instinct within us.

She was my mate.

That still felt like a dream I never dared to have. I’d existed longer than most bonds themselves, older than most wolves could imagine. I watched generations find their fated ones, watched them glow with joy and sink into their bond like it was salvation. Saw how it softened them, steadied them, gave them something worth fighting for beyond pride and territory. All the while, I stood outside that warmth. Centuries passed and I stood in the same cold place, watching others be chosen while the universe stayed silent on my behalf. Eventually, I stopped expecting it. I convinced myself I was never meant to have a mate. That the universe had simply skipped me, moved on, decided I was too far gone for something that tender.

Then the rumors started.

Whispers. A mate made just for me. The Moon Goddess herself crafting someone to match my darkness. I didn’t believe it, not at first. I knew better than to trust kindness from those gods. They never gave without taking twice as much. But a sliver of curiosity took root in my chest regardless, quiet and stubborn.