The Rejected Luna’s Prince By Aurora Archer
Chapter 35 – The Chosen One
I’m joking. There’s so much more, and after all, Cinderella wasn’t about love, it was about revenge 😉
(Willa)
“We can talk to the council again and get more research on the previous ones,” Rendell explained, “But he is chosen. This is a huge honor for all of us and our pack. We will all be there to guide him.”
“I think we have one of those books in the pack library. We definitely have a section for that.” Grace said, standing behind her mate, “I can go check.”
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“I’ll do it, dear.” Rendell went to get up, but she waved him off.
“No need, I’m already up.” She turned on her heel.
“I’m going to go check on Emmett.” I knew Grace was just up there, but I had to make sure. It seemed too good to be true.
He was sleeping peacefully, his breath even, and no sign of fever or red cheeks. I sat next to him on the bed for a few long minutes, staring at him, memorizing this moment, and tucking it away to replay later on.
When I got back downstairs, I wanted to settle in Caspien’s arms. I needed to get him to stop pacing and sit for a second, but he wasn’t standing by the mantle anymore. I resumed my seat on the couch and waited for him to return, but he didn’t.
“Where did Cas go?” I asked.
His mom chewed her lip, a gesture so uncharactistitic of her it grabbed my attention.
“Grace?” I asked.
“I ran into Rachel downstairs, and she insisted on speaking to him, I brought her up to his office instead of here for obvious reasons.”
Rachel. His Rachel was here? My stomach dropped, and I felt my hands get clammy.
“Who is Rachel?” Cali whispered, and I shook my head once.
I swallowed, standing up, walking out the door without saying a word. Memories threatened to rip that hole open inside of me that had finally shut.
The elevator was taking too long.
I closed my eyes, trying to take deep breaths, but anxiety thundered through me. I knew Caspien, I trusted him, but this situation still didn’t feel great. What if the same thing happened? I would survive it again. I couldn’t-
The door opened, and I ran in, my breathing speeding up against every effort. I tried not to run to his office, to talk myself down first. I knew that nothing was happening. This wasn’t like last time.
He wasn’t like Nolan. He wasn’t Nolan.
I opened the door without knocking. I had to make sure had to catch them if something was going on. I had to know for sure. The door swung, and I tried to steady myself, so I didn’t look as foolish as I knew I would.
She was standing in front of him, looking up at him with her arms crossed.
Golden brown hair with slight waves. Not the natural kind but the ones you got if you knew how to perfectly curly your hair and brush them out. It made it even more intimidating.
She looked at me; her dark brown eyes flickered across my face. She had a mixed expression that looked slightly pained or sad. She shook her head, and her waves stayed in place not a strand fell out.
“I’m so sorry for interrupting,” She looked back at Caspien, about to say something, and walked out, brushing past me in a hurry.
My heart was still thudding against my chest, even though I knew I would find nothing; it was too close to home, too triggering.
I trusted Caspien even at a nude model party. Those probably existed, right? Definitely for rich people, at least. I trusted him, so why did I still let myself get worked up about this?
I felt so stupid, so embarra*s*sed. I shouldn’t have run in like the jealous girlfriend. I hoped he wasn’t mad.
I tried to even my breath, I looked at Caspien, and he stared back at me, not even once looking at Rachel’s back or moving to stop her.
“So,” He sighed, rubbing a hand over his face, “That was Rachel,”
“I figured as much.” I found my voice taking a shaky breath.
“I kinda forgot to mention to her that I found my mate,”
I stared at him with my arms crossed.
“We don’t talk. I haven’t spoken to her since I found you, I swear.”
“And you didn’t think to mention to her that you found your mate, the person you have been consistently sleeping with for years?”
“I honestly didn’t.” I studied him. He didn’t seem like he was lying. I didn’t think he was, either.
“Well, I see why she was upset then.”
“Why?” He asked me.
“Seriously?” He didn’t say anything, “She probably feels disrespected. Even if you weren’t dating, it would have been a nice thing to tell her instead of her finding out from someone else and feeling blind-sighted and like she didn’t mean anything to you.”
“She didn’t.”
“Not the point,” I stared and him, and he put his hand up.
“I honestly didn’t think about it. I didn’t intentionally,” He paused, “Disrespect her. It just didn’t cross my mind.”
I shook my head, “What did she say?”
“Not much; we weren’t in here for long. She asked about you and seemed mad” He shook his head, “I don’t understand that. She knew what this was.”
“Maybe she thought you would change your mind,” I shrugged.
I had to admit that thought of him taking someone else as a chosen mate hurt. The thought of him even being with her didn’t feel great either. I knew he was with others, probably many, but I didn’t want to see them in real life, especially when they looked like that.
“She’s logical, she knew. She didn’t want me in that way either. I know she has wanted to find her mate.”
“But she hasn’t.”
“No,” He agreed.
“And rumors start somewhere.”
“They do,” He nodded once.
He walked to me and took my hands in his.
“Are you mad?
“No,” I shook my head, I wasn’t, “It brought up some unpleasant memories,” I put lightly.
He studied me, his eyes narrowed imperceptibly.
“I trust you, I do. I was just worried for a moment.”
“You have nothing to be worried about when it comes to me, Willa,” He brushed a strand of loose hair behind my ear; I swallowed, “You are my world now. There is no part of my life that you are not engrained in, no part of me left unchanged by you.”
“I know,” I shrugged, looking at him, “But I mean, it’s nice to hear it; go on,” He smiled at me with his smile that was only reserved for me and lowered his lips, brushing them against mine.
“Words won’t do it justice. Why don’t you let me show you?”
“Um,” I swallowed. Why the hell was I blushing? I wore this man’s mark.
“Tell me, Willa. Would you like to c.um on my t.ongue, fingers, or d*ic*k?”
All of the above?
He tilted my chin up to face him; his eyes darted over my face.
“You’re right; you’re tired.” He dropped my chin, frowning slightly.
“No,” I said too fast, finally finding my voice, “No,”
He raked his eyes over my face as if deciding whether that was true. I jutted my chin out, finding some semblance of my confidence.
“Choose then.”
“You’re being stingy,” I crossed my arms.
“We don’t have much time; our parents are waiting for us upstairs.”
“Way to kill the mood,” I scoffed.
He grabbed my chin again, and I breathed in.
“Choose, then tomorrow you can have them all in whatever order you want.”
“U-um d*ic*k?”
“You don’t sound too confident. That’s not like you.” My eyes snapped to his.
I loved how he saw me, and I was starting to believe in that version of myself that I was with him.
I removed the straps of my dress, letting it fall to the floor with more effort than I would have wished. I turned away from him and sidled out of my underwear standing up straight to remove the clasp of my bra, thankfully without fumbling and walked to the other side of his desk. I laid back on it completely bare, my hair splaying behind me as I opened my legs wide.
“Your move,” I said, my heart thudding in my chest.
Goosebumps erupted over my body as the cool wood made contact with my bare skin. Caspien took a few steps, and the sound of his pants unzipping made my body electrify with anticipation. I refused to look at him and toyed with a piece of my hair that did nothing to distract me.
Caspien appeared in front of me. Some of his dark hair fell over his face. His lightly tanned skin stretched across the contours of his naked body. I gazed down to where his body seemed to sculpt itself to point to my favorite part of him.
His strong hands parted my legs further, digging into my flesh gently as he lowered his body slightly over mine. His eyes flashed black, and his breathing sped up as he raked his eyes over my nakedness.
I wanted him to see though. There was no part of me I wanted to hide from him. I loved how turned on he got by my nakedness. I twirled a strand of hair around my finger, he told me he we didn’t have much time, and now it was up to him.
I raised an eyebrow waiting for him to go on.
His body lowered fully over me; the weight of him on top of me felt grounding. He was mine.
His length slid up and down my opening as he c.oated himself with my m.oisture, sparks erupted from where his body slid over mine, and my eyes fluttered shut at even this light c.ontact.
“Last chance to change your mind, or is this still what you want?” He breathed into my ear, pushing himself slightly into my f.olds.
“Yes,” I breathed.
He stood up and pulled me to the edge of the desk. He didn’t take his eyes off me as he slowly pushed inside of me, filling me up completely.
Heat and sparks mixed and pooled deep in my core at the feel of him, the sight of him eyeing me hungrily.
He pulled out slowly, and I whimpered before he thrust back in. He picked up the pace with each thrust until he found a steady rhythm that started to wind me up further and further.
His hands held me open, holding me still for him. The pleasure he was eliciting from me almost became too much as I reached my peak. A low growl that came from my mate started to unravel me.
“Willa,” He stilled deep within me. I let out a moan as he ground into me once more, not continuing his motions.
I moved against him, craving the release I was promised.
“Willa,” He repeated, “Look at me,”
He stopped moving completely, my eyes snapped open. He bent over me, his eyes inches from mine, flecks of churning ice.
“It’s not polite to look away while I’m making you c.um” His jaw hardened.
“Caspien, please,” I tried to move against him, but his weight pinned me down.
“Keep your eyes open, Willa.”
He pulled out, and I whimpered. He held himself there, just the t.ip of him still i.nside me. Every part of my body focused on that little c.ontact that promised so much more.
“Keep your eyes on me,” He commanded, and I did.
He thrust into me, and his lips parted, he pulled out, and he swallowed.
My body started to sing, tightening and winding deep again. He watched me, but his telltale movements were my undoing. The way that he reacted to being inside of me. His jaw clenched and tightened, his mouth opened, and his breathing became ragged.
I felt myself coiling to the brink, waiting to be undone by him.
His icy eyes, not breaking from mine, were filled with so much lust and adoration at the same time broke me, and he pumped into me steady and deep,
“Caspien,” His name was the only thing I could remember. My moans and pants formed around his name.
My eyes snapped shut against my will.
“Willa,” He grunted, but he didn’t still.
I opened mine again to find his the only things I could see. He closed the space between us, k*issing me deeply. Our moans intermingled. Our names exchanged, and I b.urst completely.
Pleasure rolled through me from him, from us. It r.eleased and came back from where it was created again and again.
In this moment, there was nothing else. I didn’t care how I sounded, how I looked; I gave myself completely to the bliss that we created.
He grunted against my open lips. As I started to come back to myself, I thought that it might have been my new favorite sound. One he made only for me, because of me, as he started to spill inside.
He thrust and groaned one last time falling to my neck; his breath fanned over my marking spot, and even though I thought there would be no pleasure left in me, it sparked something new.
I tried to brush out my hair with my fingers, but it was no use. I settled for a high bun instead and hoped no one noticed my change of hairstyle. Cali was waiting by the front door of Caspein’s apartment when we returned with a drink in her hand for me. She studied me with a sly grin, knowing what we were doing.
“How was the ex?” She asked, an eyebrow raised, taking a sip of her own drink.
“Gorgeous,” I sighed.
“She is really hot.” Cali agreed wincing.
“Of course, she had to be hot.”
“They always are,” Cali nodded.
“I bet she has a great personality too,” I muttered into my glass.
“She did seem nice,”
“Maybe she farts really loudly or something?” I looked at Cali.
“Wouldn’t negate how hot she is,”
“You’re right, hot and nice,” I shook my head.
“The worst kinds of people.”
“Wait,” I turned to her, “Did you even meet her?”
“Briefly,”
“Where?”
She shrugged, swirling the ice around her glass, “On the elevator,”
“Do you just hang out on the elevator? I Swear.” I rolled my eyes.
“All my best work is done there,” She winked at me.