Chapter 55: MY OLD LIFE WAS OVER

Ellen Evans

It was bright when I woke.

The light from the rays of the sun fell onto my face and into my dark eyes the moment I lifted my eye lids.

I took in my surroundings in one incomplete sweep of my eyes.

It was incomplete because my eyes fell unto my mate's exposed chest halfway through my eye sweep and i realized just were we were at that moment.

I was lying atop my mate with his arms wrapped tightly around my waist, holding me unto him.

My head was on his chest and it must have been where I slept all night after our hot round yesterday.

We had fallen asleep few minutes after both of us had climaxed.

But, hours later, or time that I could not correctly tell later, I had woken up to his fingers working their way in my wet pussy, teasing me senseless.

And soon I was sitting on his cock, rubbing my clitoris against his meat while he lay back watching me through pleasure delirious eyes.

I liked his dark gaze on me while I did things like that.

It made me hot and bothered and horny as fuck.

It turned me on beyond words.

And when i had begged him to let me come, he had helped me to fit his dick into my wet pussy and asked me to ride him.

I had ridden him at a pace that suited me at first, slowly. But as my body craved more, i increased the speed till he was coming up to meet my ride with a thrust of his, blowing my innocent mind up with the pleasure he dished out to me.

And soon, I was coming with a scream that I leaned into his chest to muffle against his skin and hard muscles.

And we had stayed for a while, trying to catch our breaths.

"I love you Ellen," he had whispered to me as I gradually fell into the oblivion of sleep atop his chest.

I studied his face at that moment with the bright light of the sun.

He was beautiful.

I knew.

He looked more beautiful asleep, on his resting stance.

His eye brows were relaxed and his face was at rest. His pointed nose added a nice flavour of ethereal beauty to his whole sleeping aura.

I traced his brows with my fingers and his sharp jaws too. His light stumble of beards tickled my hands as I ran them over the slightly growing patch of hair.

He stirred awake and opened his eyes to loon at me, the disturbance who had awoken him from slumber.

I smiled at him.

"Good morning. How was your night? Did you sleep well?"

"Good morning," he said to me with a smile of his as he raised a hand and folded it under his head, flexing those biceps.

My throat quickly ran dry at the gesture that turned me on and left my pussy wet.

"My night was splendid, thanks for asking. And yes I slept well, the best I have ever slept since I was born," he continued. But before I could speak, he started talking again. "Now what about you Ellen? How was your night? Was the night good? Did you enjoy it?" he ended with a teasing smile and a knowing wink at me, and I knew what he was talking about.

I blushed at his words.

"The night was wonderful, and I enjoyed it thoroughly Dylan."

"Then, you would not perhaps mind a rerun would you?" He asked me.

"Dylan!" I scolded just as he drew me closer to him and kissed me. He ended the kiss with a soft bite of my lower lip.

"I want to bury myself inside of you Ellen, can I?" he asked me.

At this point, his eyes were hypnotizing, I was in a trance as i nodded.

And soon I was on my back with him balls deep inside of me, making me scream his name shamelessly several times before I accepted my release.

As I struggled to catch my breath, he helped me into my clothes first. And then he dressed next.

"The rest would have arisen and noticed us missing," he said.

Then I remembered that we abandoned an entire family of people at home last night after promising not to go far.

Now, not only did we go far away from home, we slept in a forest and made out three times in that time.

They would have been worried silly about us not showing up.

"Do not worry Ellen. I called Drake last night and let him know we are here," he said waving his phone at me. I had left mine at home before coming.

I suddenly realized that I had been alone with my mate in a forest for a whole day without being scared or freaking out.

I never realized that I trusted him this much with me, and my life.

What love can do, its endless possibilities was heart warming.

"Tell me the rest know that we are alright?" I asked. He nodded.

"Drake would be awaiting us at the other motorable point to pick us up. Come let us go there," he told me. "And when we get there, Drake will drive us home. And after we have said our goodbyes to the rest, we shall leave, together."

His words confused me.

"We shall be leaving? To where? Where are we going to?" I asked him.

"We are going to my pack Ellen, where I shall announce you as my missing rib, my mate and make you my Luna."

Happiness and sudden realization hit me at the same time.

I had a mate now, he was an Alpha and I was going to be a Luna.

I flung myself into his arms and embraced him tightly with tears in my eyes.

My old life was over.

"I love you Dylan."

"And I love you and will always love you Ellen," he promised me.

We disengaged moments later and began to walk to the pick up point that he had Drake had agreed on while talking and laughing about a lot of things.

Dylan told me a lot about his pack and about his mother on the way. I heard all about how my mate's mother had been trying to marry his off to another wolf because he had yet to find his mate.

But we had met and I knee that it was all fate after all.

The moon goddess had brought us together, him and I.

All of the things that I had had to go through these pass through weeks must have been one of her many plans to unite me with my mate.

I was suddenly grateful to Elena for setting me up with her mate.

I was suddenly grateful that I had been accused and sent to prison.

If I had not been branded an imperial prisoner, I would have never escaped from prison, across the Harné pack border and i to all of this pack.

I would never have been on that boat, never have met Lydia, and never would I have come to the Harné pack.

I would have been far away, separated from my mate, living a life that would have been without him.

It would have been all wrong.

It would have.