Chapter 4 I CAN SATISFY YOU

Sebastian's Pov 

The moon had risen high in the sky, full and bright, and the energy in the courtyard had shifted. People started favouring the shadows like me, only for a different reason.

To shift.

The Hunt was the part of the Moon Ceremony where the pack ran through the woods, chasing game under the moonlight to bring back as an offering to the Alpha. It was seen as the best time to do so, where the Goddess Selene was most awake.

Another tradition Ragnar kept alive that the pack agreed on because he didn't hoard what they gave. If you were hungry, the pack house would feed you. I would know.

People began pulling off their clothes as they prepared to shift. I stayed where I was, leaning against a tree as the crowd thinned out.

The drums stopped and the growls began, an excitement in the air I could feel in my skin. Alisander could feel it too.

Ragnar was at the front, already shifting. His wolf was massive, standing at least six feet tall, with sleek black fur and glowing blue eyes. I watched, my mouth dry, as he threw back his head and let out a howl that made my skin prickle. The other wolves joined in, their howls echoing through the night.

I unconsciously stepped forward to see him. I knew I was obsessed with him but tonight, I felt a physical pull towards him that I couldn't explain.

Before I could dwell on it, someone shoved past me, nearly knocking me over. “Move it, Omega!” the voice growled. 

I stumbled, catching myself as someone else zipped by, a brown wolf. The hunt had started, and the wolves were tearing into the woods, their paws thundering against the ground.

“Great,” I muttered, stepping back to avoid getting trampled. My wolf was small, barely half the size of the others, and weaker. There was no way I could keep up with them, and I wasn’t about to humiliate myself trying. 

Alisander whined in my head, but he didn't push it.

I slid down to sit at the base of the tree, pulling my knees to my chest. The woods were alive with howls and the sounds of the hunt, but I felt more alone than ever. 

I stayed there, staring at the moon, until the pack started trickling back. The air was filled with laughter and chatter as people had shifted back to human form, grabbing their clothes and heading to the tables to eat. I scanned the crowd, looking for Ragnar, but he was nowhere in sight. My stomach sank. 

I stood up, brushing dirt off my new shirt. If he had retired for the night then I would too.

I was deciding what I would take home with me when something tugged at me again, stronger this time. Not a physical pull, but something deeper, like a rope tied around my gut, yanking me forward. I froze, my heart racing. 

“What the hell is that?” I said.

Alisander was a riot in my head, yipping with excitement.

Curious, I listened. My feet moved, carrying me away from the courtyard and toward the pack house as the tug grew stronger. It pulled me through the halls, up a staircase, past people in different states of undress, until I stopped in front of a door. 

It was open, a sliver that gave me a view of the room. And immediately I processed what I was seeing, my body went rigid. “Holy shit!” I screamed, barely managing to keep it in my head.

Inside, on a massive bed, sat Alpha Ragnar, like I'd never seen him before. The image was immediately burned into my mind and my mouth flooded. I swallowed, unblinkingly as I watched him.

He was naked.

And he was every bit as impressive as I fantasied he'd be, even when I thought that was unrealistic. His tan skin stretched over hard muscles, and I've never wanted to run my tongue over something so badly before.

My breathing picked up as I watched him, feeling like I was intruding but knowing the gods themselves couldn't pull me away from the scene I was witnessing.

He was pleasuring himself.

His head was thrown back, Adam's apple bobbing as a hand moved lazily. I'd remember the sounds he was making for a long time, throaty noises that went straight to light up my brain.

Amidst the fog in my mind as I watched riveted, Alisander was going crazy in my mind.

I stood frozen in the doorway, my heart hammering so hard I thought it might burst out of my chest. But then a minute passed, then two, something changed.

Ragnar became almost… frustrated 

He was still hard, but his lips had begun to worry his lips, the lines of his shoulders tense. His head came forward to look at the thick girth in his hands, eyes hooded, breathing heavy, and then, a low curse slipped out of his mouth. “Fuck.”

Something was wrong.

And Alisander was basically going ape shit in my head. I took an unconscious step forward, but I caught myself in time.

What the hell was I doing?

I was intruding on my Alpha's private time. I shouldn't be here and I was lucky he hadn't discovered me yet. It would never be enough but what I'd gotten tonight was an eyeful that would last me weeks. I should go.

Another curse slipped from Ragnar’s lips still between his teeth. I watched as his brows dipped downward, and his pace sped up but he still didn't relax.

I really should go. Right now. I should turn around and go home. If I was quick I could be touching myself at the same time he was.

The thought was so arousing it almost got me sprinting.

But the off chance that my greedy self could get even more, had me taking a deep breath. Alisander didn't mind, if anything he too wanted me to move forward.

So I gently pushed the door open and stepped into the room.