Moonlit Desires: The Alpha's Possession

"Mia, the test results show that your pregnancy is unstable. Please be extra cautious with your diet and exercise moving forward," the Pack's doctor said, handing me a prescription card. "Here, go ahead and get your medication."

"Thank you." I took the card and slowly stood up.

The doctor added, "You need to be extra careful. Avoid shifting into your wolf form for now, and make sure to get plenty of rest."

An unstable pregnancy could lead to a miscarriage, and given my body, it would be difficult to conceive again if that happened.

"Thank you, Doctor. I'll be careful." I smiled and nodded.

"Mia, about the baby..." My wolf spirit, Lucy, spoke up.

She knew how much I longed for this child.

It had been three years since I married, and no one wanted this baby more than I did.

"Don't worry. I'll protect the baby," I reassured her.

After picking up the medication, I stepped out of the clinic and back into the car. James, the driver, started the engine and glanced at me in the rearview mirror.

"Luna, Alpha Arthur's flight is at 3:00 PM. We still have twenty minutes. Should we head directly to the Pack airport?"

"Let's go," I replied.

Just the thought of seeing him in twenty minutes made me smile softly, my heart already racing in anticipation.

Arthur had been away at another pack for nearly a month, and I had missed him so much.

On the way, I couldn't help but pull out the pregnancy test report and look at it again. My hand rested gently on my stomach.

Our baby-Arthur's and mine-was growing inside me. In just eight months, we would welcome them into the world. I couldn't wait to share this news with him.

When we arrived at the airport, James parked in a prominent spot.

"Luna, would you like to call Alpha?"

I checked the time, guessing Arthur had landed by now, and dialed his number, but it didn't connect.

"His flight might be delayed. Let's wait a little longer," I said.

After some time, he still hadn't shown up.

I tried calling again, but there was no answer.

"We'll wait a bit longer," I suggested.

Flight delays were common, sometimes lasting an hour or more.

Two hours passed.

I dialed Arthur again, and this time, instead of the usual cold voicemail, a deep, magnetic voice answered quickly.

"Hello, Mia?"

"Arthur, where are you? James and I are at the D terminal parking lot. Just come here."

There was a pause on the other end, followed by a woman's voice.

"Sorry, Arthur's in the restroom. He'll call you back later."

Before I could respond, the call abruptly ended with a busy signal.

I stared at the blank screen, confused.

I remembered that Arthur hadn't brought any women on this trip.

I sat there, staring at the phone, waiting for him to call back.

Ten minutes passed.

No call.

I waited another five minutes, but I couldn't wait any longer. I dialed his number once again.

After a long pause, just as the call was about to disconnect, he picked up. His familiar voice came through, low and magnetic.

"Hey, Mia?"

"Arthur, where are you? I've been waiting for you here with James at the parking lot."

There was another pause before he spoke again.

"Sorry, I forgot to turn my phone on after landing. I've already left the airport."

My smile faded instantly.

"Should I just go home and wait for you?" I bit my lip. "I need to talk to you about something."

"Sure, I have something to tell you too."

"I made your favorite for dinner..."

"Eat without me. I have some things to take care of. I'll be back later."

A wave of disappointment washed over me, but I kept my voice calm.

"Okay."

Just as I was about to hang up, I heard the woman's voice again.

"Arthur, sorry, Mia called earlier. I forgot to pass the message..."

My heart sank, and my brow furrowed. I was about to ask who this woman was when the call was abruptly cut off.

"What's going on with Arthur?" Lucy's voice was laced with disgust.

I ignored her, staring at the dark screen of my phone. I turned to James and said, "Let's go home."

James had clearly picked up on my tone, and he drove off, leaving the airport behind.

I wasn't very hungry, but for the sake of the baby, I ate a little.

The TV was on in the living room, but I wasn't really watching it. I sat on the couch, holding a pillow and frequently checking the time on my watch.

It was already ten o'clock at night.

I yawned, and before I knew it, I had drifted off to sleep.

Half-dreaming, half-awake, I suddenly felt my body lighten, as if someone was lifting me.

Dazed, I caught a familiar scent, mingled with a hint of alcohol. I mumbled, "Arthur?"

"It's me."

"You've been drinking..."

"Yeah, just had a little with some friends."

The sound of a shower came from the bathroom. I furrowed my brows and shifted, trying to get comfortable.

The bed beside me sank, and a large hand settled on my waist, trailing down my curves.

"Mm..." I kept my eyes closed, relishing the touch.

It had been so long since I'd felt this way. He kissed my chest, eagerly pulling me closer. A surge of electricity coursed through me, sending waves of tingling pleasure that made me shudder uncontrollably. My moans spilled from my lips without restraint.

But just as I was about to reach the peak, he pulled away.

"Arthur, don't stop."

I pulled him closer, urging him to continue. I was desperate, my body craving him.

"Mmm... that feels so good," I murmured.

He gripped one of my nipples, his thumb circling it as I whimpered beneath his touch.

Then, with slow precision, he licked the other nipple in gentle circles.

"Ugh... Mmm... Ah... Ugh..." The waves of pleasure overwhelmed me, making it impossible to hold on much longer. Arthur's hand moved from the base of my breasts to the top, and when he cupped them, the soft flesh seemed to mold to his fingers, drawing them in deeply.

His large hand kneaded the tender, soft flesh of my breasts, leaving behind a trail of red marks. My nipples were constantly brushed by his fingers, making me tremble involuntarily.

"Ah... um... no... please..." I gasped.

I felt his hand wander lower, his rough fingers tracing the soft curves of my body before delving deeper.

"Does that feel good?"

Arthur's voice, low and husky, reached me, and all I could do in response was moan.

Since Arthur had been away on business, I had been longing for this moment. I needed him to satisfy me tonight.

After a moment, he leaned down, biting gently at my nipple, drawing a deep breath, while his rough fingertips, slick from my desire, began to rub at my swollen core.

"Ah... ah... that feels amazing..."

I felt an intense rush, something I hadn't experienced before. Then, he shifted above me, positioning himself to enter me.

"No, wait-please."

I froze. I had just visited the doctor this morning, and the thought of harming our child made my heart race.

Arthur paused, his expression softening. He placed a hand on my back, caressing me gently. "Sleep, Mia."

Exhausted, I quickly drifted off into a deep slumber.

When I woke in the morning, the warmth of his body was gone, replaced only by the faint wrinkles in the sheets-the only trace that he had been there.

I felt a twinge of disappointment. How had I fallen asleep so quickly?

"Last night... how did I end up falling asleep?" I asked, my voice filled with confusion.

"It's fine, Mia. Whatever it is, it can wait until today," Lucy said soothingly, her calmness settling my nerves.

I nodded. It was probably better to discuss things today.

After freshening up, I headed to the walk-in closet, choosing a sharp white suit for Arthur. As I considered my pregnancy-something that should bring joy-I picked out a red-striped tie and placed it neatly at the foot of the bed.

By the time I descended the stairs, Arthur was already back from his morning run.

He sat casually on the sofa in his workout clothes, setting down a stack of papers. "Let's eat," he said.

After breakfast, I took a deep breath, a faint smile tugging at the corners of my lips, though my heart carried a thread of anticipation. "Arthur, there's something I need to tell you."

Would he be happy to know he was going to be a father?

"I also have something to tell you," Arthur replied, his voice even, his expression unreadable.

"Then you go first," I said, a sweet smile on my lips, though my tone carried a hint of nervousness.

"Mia, we... we should end our partnership," Arthur said, standing up and picking up a file from the couch. He handed it to me. "Here's the agreement. Take a look. If you have any concerns, let me know. I'll make adjustments."

My heart seemed to stop as shock washed over me. I stared at him, trying to process what he'd just said.

My mind went blank, and for a long moment, I wasn't sure if I'd heard him correctly.

Finally, I managed to find my voice, my lips trembling as I whispered, "Divorce?"

He wanted to divorce me?

How was this possible? What had gone wrong?

There had been no warning, no sign. I was left reeling, completely disoriented.

"We were both forced into this situation that night. We marked each other out of necessity, and we never made it public. It's best to end it now," Arthur said in a flat, almost indifferent tone, as if discussing something trivial.

My face drained of color, and the room seemed to freeze as a cold chill crept through the air.

A heaviness settled in my chest, like a weight squeezing my heart, making it hard to breathe.

No... this couldn't be happening.

I had loved him for nine years.

From the moment my wolf soul had awakened at sixteen, to becoming successful by twenty-five.

From falling in love to three years of marriage-he had been my constant.

I hadn't been forced into this-I had chosen it.

But for him, it seemed like nothing more than a duty.

I swallowed hard, took a deep breath, and forced myself to meet his gaze, trying to steady my voice. "These past three years... haven't we been happy? Are you sure about this? You really want to... end everything?"

"I'm sure."

"And your father..."

"I'll explain everything to him."

"What if I..."

Before I could finish, he cut me off, his voice becoming more impatient. "Cara's back at the pack."

My breath hitched in my chest, those words piercing me like a blade, leaving a burning wound.

Numbly, I took the agreement from his hands, my voice barely audible as I whispered, "Alright. I'll take a look."

It didn't matter that he said we'd been forced together or that we'd marked each other out of necessity.

What mattered now was the last thing he had said.

Cara was back.