Chapter 5: Five
Rhea.
I run my fingers along Remus's bare chest, contemplating the complexity of fate. "How is it possible that the moon Goddess gave you so many chances on mates, yet you keep playing with that chance?" I question, and Remus, with his captivating eyes, simply smiles in response. His eyes are a world of their own, drawing me in with their allure. I find myself lost in them, a temporary escape from the reality that weighs on me.
He avoids answering, choosing instead to lean in and share a heavy kiss. I smile into the kiss, cupping his cheek with my palm. "Guess I'm just lucky," he shrugs, and I reciprocate with a nonchalant shrug, looking away. The moon has granted him multiple chances, a stark contrast to the one chance Alpha Damien had, which he discarded without a second thought.
Wistfully, I gaze out to the night sky through the window, hoping for a second chance from the moon Goddess. Yet, deep down, I know better than to place too much hope in miracles. Since Alpha Damien's rejection, I've sought refuge in Remus, finding solace in the chaos that enveloped me. Every evening, I venture out to meet him, and together we share moments without a care in the world.
My current worry lingers on my mother, who might be aware of my clandestine meetings with Remus. Last night, she caught me sneaking into the house, leading to a confrontation where I had to confess about Alpha Damien's rejection. The revelation broke her heart, but it was a truth I had to face. Alpha Damien's rejection stung deeply, and it angered me that he didn't have the decency to announce me as his mate before rejecting me.
In a strange twist, his silence spared me from public embarrassment. If he had proclaimed me as his mate before the rejection, the humiliation would have been more profound. As I grapple with these conflicting emotions, I find a small comfort in the clandestine moments I share with Remus under his sheets.
"You still have not told me what happened between you two." Remus's voice pierces through the waves of my thoughts, pulling me from the sea of emotions surrounding Alpha Damien and me. I meet his gaze and manage a smile.
"What's there to talk about? He rejected me, and I accepted his rejection. We're no longer fated mates, and I might not get another chance while he might," I reply, bitterness lacing my words. Remus tightens his embrace, our bare skin touching, creating a comforting warmth. His hand cradles the back of my head, urging me to meet his eyes.
"What if I become your mate?" he suggests. I laugh, playfully smacking his chest. "It doesn't work that way, dummy, we both know that," I remind him. The notion of Remus becoming my mate holds a tempting allure, but the reality of pack dynamics looms.
"Besides, if we were mates, it would unleash chaos between our packs. Alpha Damien harbors strong hatred toward you," I confess, hugging the quilt to my perky boobs to cover the subtle vulnerability beneath. Remus's presence stirs desires within me, and every gesture he makes fuels a growing longing.
His eyes lock onto mine, and I find myself entangled in their depth. Despite the complications, there's an unspoken connection between us, a shared understanding that transcends words. I can't help but wonder if the chaos ignited by passion and defiance might be worth the risk.
"I don't really care, I want to be with you," Remus declares, his eyes earnestly searching mine before lowering to my lips. His words resonate, and I respond with a smile, initiating a kiss and gently biting his lower lip. Despite the physical connection, a lingering thought reminds me that we're still essentially strangers.
"You've known me less than a week," I remind him, voicing the concern that lingers within.
"Yeah, but it feels like we've known each other forever," he insists, his fingers stroking my bare back. I arch in response, desire simmering between my legs. Remus has become an irresistible craving, and I can't seem to get enough of him.
"Move into my pack," he blurts out, surprising me. Immediately, I reject the suggestion, and I can see disappointment crossing his face. "No," I assert firmly, the idea of such a significant change catching me off guard.
"No?" he asks, puzzled by my refusal. "Let's just enjoy the sex, Remus," I suggest, trying to keep things simple and uncomplicated. However, he shakes his head, indicating there's more to his proposal.
"It's not only about the sex, Rhea," he explains, and annoyance wells up within me. "Then what is it? I have a sister and a mother. I'm just an omega who cleans the Alpha's room and runs errands for his mother. That's what I am!" I express my frustration and anger, feeling trapped by the complexities of our roles within the packs.
As I attempt to rise from the bed and gather my clothes, Remus stops me, and a part of me secretly hopes he would. His arms envelop me, holding me close, and his gentle voice disrupts the silent air.
"You wouldn't be all that if you move to my pack," he murmurs, his fingers continuing to stroke my back in a soothing rhythm. The feeling is delightful, and I relish in the comforting touch.
"My mother would never agree. And I can't even confront her with such a proposal. She holds Silvermoon and its people in high regard because they took us in when everyone else turned their backs. They provided us shelter and everything we needed..." I trail off, grappling with the internal conflict of loyalty to the pack that embraced us in times of need.
"But Damien is treating you like shit..." Remus interjects, frustration evident in his tone. I cut him off with a self-deprecating laugh. "That's because I am shit," I say, a bitter acceptance of the harsh reality. Remus sighs, and we find a moment of connection as our foreheads touch, eyes closed, sharing the silence.
"What do you want then?" he whispers, his breath warm against my skin. A smile curves my lips, and rather than verbalizing an answer, I choose to show him. I wrap my arms around his neck, and we embrace in a deep, passionate kiss, letting the shared desire speak louder than words.
The prospect of stirring trouble between two packs looms over me as I enjoy this steamy moment with Remus. I've only known him for a few days, and while I revel in the joy of his company, the security of the pack that welcomed me when I was in need is not something I'm willing to jeopardize. Home is a precious sanctuary, and I can't risk losing that.
Yet, beneath the surface, a fire burns—a desire for revenge against Alpha Damien, the one who callously rejected me. His actions left me feeling used and vulnerable, and a part of me yearns to reciprocate that pain. As these thoughts linger in the recesses of my mind, I immerse myself in the present moment with Remus.
Remus moans, reciprocating the kiss with a passion that transcends words. In the embrace of our connection, he hovers above me, and together, we tumble into another world—a world free from the complexities that threaten to entangle us. In this shared space, I find solace, a temporary escape from the tumultuous emotions that have marked recent days.
After another intense sex with Remus, I find myself walking back home, his company echoing in the silent aftermath. He insisted on accompanying me to the boarders, but the risk of being seen together is too great. The consequences of being caught with someone deemed an enemy, yet strangely close to my heart, could be severe. As I make my way towards the boarders, I hear male voices, initially dismissing them, trusting the presence of guards.
Approaching the gates, my heart skips a beat. Alpha Damien stands there with the guards, engrossed in conversation. A pang of anxiety hits me; are they discussing my recent outings, or is it merely my paranoia? This pack operates on freedom of movement, yet I can't escape the feeling of betrayal etched across my face. It's as if my connection with Remus is plastered all over me.
When I come into view, Alpha Damien's gaze scrutinizes me, head to toe, as if searching for evidence of wrongdoing. A cold rush travels down my spine, and I swallow hard, attempting to project an air of toughness. However, standing before him, I know I've ventured into forbidden territory.
"It's late," he begins, his voice thick and deep. The cold feeling intensifies, and I brace myself. "Where are you coming from?" he demands, his tone brooking no argument. I stare back at him, searching for an answer, still harboring the anger from our tumultuous encounter days ago. The memory of his passionate kiss followed by a heart-wrenching rejection lingers, but now, I'm the one being questioned about my whereabouts.
"I will not repeat myself, Rhea. Where are you coming from at this time of night?" His stern inquiry hangs in the air, demanding an explanation that I'm not quite prepared to provide.
Gifts
-- Gift
received Weekly Power Status
-- Power
Ranking 
-- Power
stone