Chapter 103

Helen POV

I freed Justin’s arousal from his jeans, seeing him moan as I took him into my hands first. He wanted me to be submissive and docile, which is insulting after I’ve been a strong Luna at his side.

It’s impossible to not be upset but he’s right. If I want his trust, I know the way I earned it in the beginning was being there for him whenever he wanted and needed.

I’ll do it all over again if I must.

His erection jerked in my hands and his fist found my scalp, pulling my lips to the very tip of his dick where I took him in my mouth as he pleased.

Licking his shaft, I glared up his magnificent, sculpted chest, blowing him like my life depended on it. My matehood depends on it, that’s for sure, and I’ll do what he wants and needs until I’m back in his good graces.

He tipped his head back, on edge as I licked him all the way down to the base, my heat filling the room in my scent. It hadn’t overlapped me yet, but the dampness on my inner thighs had begun to pull my focus.

I brought my hand down to my overly sensitive clit and ran my fingertips in methodically circular ways until I panted with him throat-deep in my mouth.

His eyes gazed down at me pleasing us both and he growled.

“Put your hands behind your back,” he snarled.

Although disappointed, I did as he asked, gripping my palms together behind my lower back as Justin moved his thrusting pushes of his hips deeper and deeper down my throat.

He cracked a warm, almost friendly smile, and moved my head with both hands as he thrusted throughout my throat. He was on the edge already but this movement had made it more difficult for him to not come right down my lips and lungs.

He snarled a noise, yanking my lips hard against his entire shaft.

“Fuck, mate,” he snarled.

Hearing him refer to me as his mate again brought me so much delight. My thighs become more damp and the mere acknowledgement of our bond again was amazing to me and my wolf.

[He won’t reject us! We’re still mates in his eyes]

I became overwhelmed with enthusiasm too, hearing him finally refer to me as his mate and not his prisoner. It wasn’t a huge step forward, but it was progress, and that’s all I needed to work harder to make this bond stronger between us.

I sucked him harder and deeper and faster.

He snarled when he was about to come but before he got the chance to let it spiral down my throat, he pulled back, jerking his fist around the base until his warm ejaculation shot out at my throat and poured down my neck.

I sniffled a breath, my chest aching.

Justin kept a single, strong hand in my scalp, watching his warm come sink down my throat and over my bare, cold body.

“Are you truly submissive, Helen?”

Hearing my name in his voice hurt still but in some ways, it felt like more progress. I nodded vehemently and grinned at the way his eyes drifted down my frame, covered in his come and his sweat.

“Yes, Alpha Justin. I am.”

He smiled softly, the first I have truly seen in a while. “Then go shower and find some of your old clothes. I’m taking you back to the pack.”

I furrowed and felt a pang of shame. I wanted him to fuck me, to make hard, passionate love to me, but it made sense. He was punishing me after all.

Moving to stand, he grabbed my wrist and pushed my back into the wall, a little harder than I would have preferred, but I obliged in batting down a yelp of surprise. Instead, I remained calm and loose, ready to allow him to throw me all over this bedroom if he so pleased.

I still trusted him not to hurt me.

His lips pressed into my cheek, just near my ear, and the mere soft exhale of his warmth breath was enough to set my sex on fire all over again.

“Don’t touch yourself in that shower either,” he growled. “Your orgasm is for me later, after your punishment.”

My eyes fell to the floor. “Punishment?”

He nodded, kissing my cheek longer before his tongue brushed across the side of my neck and his teeth took in the flesh below my ear. He sucked on my skin so hard, biting down to form a difficult mixture of pain and pleasure.

I moaned alive with need.

“You escaped our pack,” he snarled. “You have gone against my will, Helen. You will be punished.”

I let my head fall and his hands came up my sides, his fingertips stroking my hips and my breasts, kneading them in his greedy, harsh fingertips that begun pinching and prodding and pulling.

Panting with desire, I fought from coming just out of the harsh need that trailed through my blood.

“Go shower,” he spoke into my ear. “Save that come for me later, prisoner.”

He jerked away from me at once, going about adjusting his clothes back on and laying out on our old bed. I hated the feeling of being his prisoner, but in some ways…

It was so hot that I wanted to touch myself more now than I wanted to before.

In an effort to obey, I sank into the shower and washed off, lathered in soap that smelled like my past. I wish so much to step out of the shower and be transported back into time when things with Justin were easy and good.

Our biggest problem back then was Scott and navigating our love as Lycan and wolfen.

Now it was more about how horrible I am of a mate to stab Justin in the spine, even though no one would give me enough time and trust to hear out my story. I could tell Russo and Randy knew there was something funny going on, but Justin was further from that point.

He had his mind made up that I was horrible and terrible and needed punishment for betraying him. Why couldn’t he see the love in my eyes now, the desperate desire I had to please him and to be on his good side?

He only saw what he wanted to see and that was the night Juden forced me to kill his own son.

Now the Alpha King is dead, Randy’s father is dead, and so is mine.

We are the next generation of wolves in charge and we’re not on good terms at all with one another. And we probably wouldn’t be for a very long time.

I stepped out of the shower, got dressed and came out to the bedroom where Justin waited with familiar, old chains and hand cuffs. I bit back old tears and put my wrists out behind me, urning to give him access.

Maybe if I was compliant, he wouldn’t feel the need to restrain me.

I was wrong.

He hooked the cuffs behind me, my wrist tight and raw and tired. I let my head fall as he grabbed my arm and led me outside, the wolves of Lone Wolf estate walking about without much care in the world at seeing me and my Lycan mate in their pack house.

They didn’t have Juden barking at them to hate us anymore.

They didn’t care if we lived or died or hated one another forever.

“Lone Wolf pack is now under the cover of True Mates,” Justin called out, every wolf stopping to glare in our direction now. “The Last Lycan is now the Alpha King!”