Rise of the Rejected Luna - Chapter 82

Chapter 82: _She’ll Come To Him
(Warning: Mature Content Ahead.)

Just when I was contemplating striking the Lycan with a spell that could eat up his organs from the inside, the Gamma stepped forward and held him back.

“Davos, what are you doing?” He queried with a low tone, glancing at me apologetically. “Forgive the Lycan’s outburst, Beta Negan. It’s just… Tensions are high right now and everyone is on edge.”

I stared at the duo for a while before harrumphing. “On edge? Even more than the Alpha and Luna who this whole mess actually affects?”

The Gamma remained speechless though I could see the annoyance in his eyes.

Yeah, I think I’m done with this lot.

“Good night, gentlemen. I’m retiring for the night.” I yawned, placing my hand in front of my face. “After all, some men have better things to attend to other than meaningless gossip.”

I could sense the anger from the Lycan, but I’d already walked past them.

It seemed I had one new person to add to my list.

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That night, I couldn’t sleep.

All my mind could play on repeat were images of Phoebe naked on my bed as I plunged into her.

Even the sound of her moans rang in my ears, a harsh reminder of something annoying.

I was only able to have her once!

Unable to bear it anymore, I sat up on the bed and snapped my fingers, causing the lights in my room to switch on.

“What could she be doing by this hour?” I asked myself out loud, glancing at the clock.

It was already a few minutes past midnight.

She was probably asleep already, but my curiosity got the best of me.

Grabbing a robe, I waltzed out of the house and headed to the Alpha’s mansion under the cover of night.

When I got there, I slipped past a few guards who were on duty and got to Phoebe’s suite by scaling the walls and getting to her window.

I peeped into the room and smirked when I spotted Phoebe fast asleep on her bed, just like I’d suspected.

Stealthily, I was able to force the window open and got in.

I landed softly on the ground, my gaze still fixed on Phoebe when I did.

She wore a loose black night gown and breathed heavily, her breasts rising and falling with each breath.

It was obvious that she was exhausted.

I was about to take another step when she suddenly called out my name.

“Negan…”

I stopped in my tracks, my brows furrowed into a frown. It seemed she was having a dream about me.

Curious, I decided to remain hidden and watched her intently.

Soon enough, she muttered with a moan. “Negan, please. Kaene will find out.”

Was this a replay of our affair in her head?

Normally, I would find the idea of her dreaming of that night fun, but hearing Kaene’s name turned me off.

I needed to tweak her dream’s narrative a bit.

I stepped forward stealthily, careful not to wake her as I towered above her while she slept.

Placing my two palms gently on her head, I used my fingers to gently massage her skull as I began muttering a spell.

It was meant to take control of her dreams and transfer images from my head to the target’s mind.

The catch was, I had to be careful not to wake her up or risk getting exposed.

And if that happened… I’d sadly have to kill her.

Luckily, I was able to transfer all the images from my mind to her’s without waking her up, withdrawing my hands when I was done.

Time for the fun part.

It didn’t take long for Phoebe to begin squirming in her sleep, gasping like she was being fucked by a certain girthy schlong.

She gripped the sheets, moaning. “Ah, yes! Fuck me.”

At that same moment, my dick began rising as I bit my bottom lip.

I stepped closer to her again and used my hand to slowly touch her lap. She shivered at my touch and it seemed to stimulate her as she moaned even more.

It was midnight and everyone was probably asleep right now, yet she was moaning like a wild dog.

I withdrew my hands from her thighs before I could go even further.

I could swear on my left nut that she was already soaking wet down there, but I didn’t want to violate her.

She’ll be the one to come to me. And this time… She wouldn’t need an aphrodisiac to spike her feelings when that time comes.

“Yes, Beta Negan. Fuck me.” Phoebe moaned again, her grip on the bed sheets only tightening further at this point.

I couldn’t bear it anymore and brought my dick out, stroking it while it was still dryer than a rock.

I stared down at Phoebe’s body and couldn’t stop myself from groping her breasts.

Oh, how I would love to suck on them again.

Phoebe was the first woman in a while who had managed to make me this riled up.

Scratch that, she was the first woman ever!

Those damned pure-blood werewolves might see her as nothing important, but I knew better.

There was just something about her that managed to stir a reaction from my wolf.

My gaze landed on her succulent lips just then, my arousal reaching an almost unbearable peak.

I imagined her sucking my cock with those magical lips of hers. Imagined her soft hands caressing my balls as I plunged into her, filling her with my full length.

As I did, I kept on stroking my dick, despite how dry it was.

It was annoying knowing that Phoebe was wetter than a dam right now, but I couldn’t force myself on her.

That was beneath me.

Suddenly, Phoebe arched in her sleep, her mouth opened wide.

That was… Unexpected.

Was she really about to orgasm in her sleep?

“Argh…” She moaned softly, squirming and jerking erratically before relaxing on the bed.

Her lips curled into a satisfied smirk as she turned in her sleep, forcing me to put my dick back into my pants.

What in the world?

Just when I felt like I couldn’t resist my urges anymore and had to at least feel her pussy for her mini orgasm, I heard a click from her suite door.