Chapter 8: Chapter 8: May I please you, Master?

Luna's eyes fluttered open as she gasped for air. She had just woken up from a vivid dream that left her heart racing.

In the dream, she had been chasing Damian through the forest, her teeth bared and her muscles rippling with tension.

But then, he had turned and looked at her with eyes that glowed like molten emerald, and suddenly, she was in his arms, his lips pressed hungrily against hers.

Luna shook her head, trying to shake off the intense emotions the dream had left behind. She knew that she couldn't let her guard down around Damian, not when her pack was counting on her to take him down.

As she sat in bed, sweat covering her skin, a sudden realization hit her. She had to find Damian, and get some answers.

She needed to know more about the blood bond, if he really was her mate, and what that meant for her and her pack.

As Luna dressed up for the night, her mind was preoccupied with one question: 'how could she find Damian?' The thought nagged at her, making her uneasy.

She knew it wouldn't be a stroll in the park, but Luna was determined to uncover the truth.

So she set off towards the forest with a firm resolve, determined to start her search from the clearing where Damian had revealed himself to her on two occasions.

As Luna ventured into the forest, she couldn't shake off the feeling that this was only the beginning of a perilous journey. But she refused to be deterred, driven by an insatiable hunger for answers.

Luna's wolf senses were on high alert as she walked around the clearing, scouring the ground for any trace of Damian's scent.

The air was crisp and refreshing, and she felt the dewy grass brushing against her legs. She inhaled deeply, filling her nostrils with the smell of the forest, hoping to pick up on any clue that might lead her to Damian.

After a few minutes of searching, she caught a whiff of something familiar. Her nose twitched as she sniffed the air, and she picked up on Damian's scent of mixed leather and musk. It was faint, but it was there, and it sent shivers down her spine.

Without a second thought, Luna transformed into her wolf form. Her senses became more heightened, and she felt a surge of power coursing through her veins.

She closed her eyes and took in a deep breath, savoring the rich scent of the forest and Damian's musky aroma.

As she began to follow the trail, Luna's mind raced with questions.

'Was seeking out Damian alone a wise decision? And what will her pack say of her if they know she had met with Damian twice without putting him down?' And here she is again, seeking him out.

She couldn't help but feel a deep sense of curiosity and an overwhelming desire to uncover the truth.

Luna's paws padded softly on the ground, and her fur rustled against the foliage as she trailed the scent.

The forest was alive with sounds of night creatures and the rustling of leaves. It was a peaceful melody that Luna had come to appreciate.

Suddenly, she heard a faint sound in the distance, but she couldn't quite discern what it was. As she continued her journey, the sound grew louder and more distinct, and her heart started pounding with anticipation.

Her peaceful reverie was shattered as she suddenly heard the faint sound of footsteps approaching. She bristled and stood on high alert, ready to face whatever danger lay ahead.

At first, all she could hear was the rustle of leaves and the occasional snap of a twig. But as the sound grew closer and more defined, Luna began to pick up on the unmistakable scent of another werewolf in the vicinity.

Jacob.

She transformed into her human form just about the same time Jacob appeared before her.

The moonlight shone down on them, illuminating Jacob's face. "You're a long way from home, Luna," he said in a deep, gravelly voice with a hint of amusement in his it.

Luna could feel her cheeks flush with embarrassment at having been caught off guard. "I can say the same for you too," she responded, trying to regain her composure.

"What are you doing here?" Jacob asked, his voice tinged with concern.

"I was hoping to hunt in peace," Luna replied, a hint of frustration creeping into her voice. "Seems like I can't have that again."

Jacob raised an eyebrow, studying Luna for a moment. "Are you sure you're okay out here on your own?" he asked, his concern growing.

Luna narrowed her eyes, her pride getting in the way. "Of course, I'm fine. It's not like it's my first time," she retorted.

Jacob sighed, understanding Luna's stubbornness all too well. "Alright then, I'll leave you to it. Just be careful out here, okay?" he said before turning to leave.

Luna watched as he disappeared into the trees before letting out a sigh of relief. She trusted Jacob but he can't find out she was trying to find Damian.

She waited to be sure Jacob was far gone before she continued on Damian's scent.

After what felt like hours, Luna found herself standing in front of a rustic wooden cabin standing just alone in a little clearing.

'This must be it'

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Isabella's skin tingled with anticipation as Damian's strong arms wrapped around her, pulling her in for a passionate kiss. She melted into his embrace, feeling the heat of his body against hers.

Her heart raced as he trailed kisses down her neck, his hands exploring every inch of her body. She could feel the desire building inside of her, the need to submit to him completely.

The room was filled with the scent of jasmine and lavender from the candles, the only sound the soft moans that escaped their lips.

Isabella's fingers tangled in Damian's hair as he trailed his lips down her chest, sending shivers down her spine.

Isabella couldn't resist the temptation to please her Master. As Damian relaxed on the bed, she crawled towards him on all fours, her eyes fixed on his muscular body.

"May I please you, Master?" she asked, her voice soft and sultry.

Damian raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "Of course, my dear," he replied, settling back against the pillows.

Isabella leaned in, planting soft kisses along his neck and chest. She could feel his body responding to her touch, his breathing growing deeper and more ragged.

With a mischievous glint in her eye, Isabella moved lower, her mouth tracing a path down his abdomen. She could feel the heat emanating from his body, could smell the musky scent of his desire.

She took him into her mouth, reveling in the taste and texture of him. Damian let out a low groan, his hands tangling in her hair as she pleasured him.

Isabella was lost in the moment, focused only on bringing her Master to the height of ecstasy. But just as Damian was about to reach his peak, a sudden noise from outside jolted them both out of their pleasure.

Damian sat up, his eyes scanning the room for any signs of danger. Isabella could see the tension in his body, the sudden shift from pleasure to alertness.

"Damian, what's wrong?" Isabella asked, noticing the sudden change in his demeanor.

"We're not alone," Damian replied, his senses heightened as he tried to identify the source of the disturbance.

Before any of them could react, the door swung open. They were surprised to see Luna standing there, her golden eyes glowing in the dim light of the cabin.

Luna's heart sank as she took in the scene before her. Damian and Isabella were tangled together in bed, their bodies glistening with sweat and passion.

Jealousy twisted inside of her, but it was only one of the many emotions roiling in her chest. Betrayal, hurt, and anger all fought for dominance as she struggled to make sense of what she was seeing.

"This was a mistake," she managed to choke out, her voice hoarse with emotion.

With one last look at the pair in bed, Luna turned and fled the cabin, unsure of where to go or what to do next.

The reason for the twirling emotions she was feeling, she couldn't say. All she knows was that they were threatening to tear her apart from the inside.

She ran through the forest and off to the only place she could get some comfort, to the arms that's ready to receive her and provide a shoulder for her to cry on.