My Mate Killed Me For My Sister, I Became Luna Of His Enemy Chapter 11

My Mate Killed Me For My Sister, I Became Luna Of His Enemy Chapter 11 Possession

Bella’s POV

Caleb stared into my eyes. My chin was in his hand.

Moon Mates?

I struggled to process what he was saying. Moon Mates were incredibly rare, like one in a million.

Could it be?

Did I really belong to this man? This Alpha? Had the Moon Goddess really been kind to me after all?

He kissed me again.

Something stirred inside of me. Deep down. An aching. A craving.

“Do you feel it?” he asked. His voice was husky. “The bond?”

He let go of my chin and stroked my cheek. His touch was electric. Fireworks exploded in my stomach. I swallowed, hard.

“There’s no use fighting it,” he said. “Our bond is all-consuming.”

He pressed his lips against mine. His lips were hot and soft. At first. But then the kiss deepened. I kissed him back, greedily.

He broke the kiss and brought his lips to my ears.

“I knew it the first moment I saw you,” he whispered. My skin goose-bumped. “I knew you were mine. I want you to give yourself to me, Bella. Give yourself to the bond. I want to own you. To possess you.”

It was like he was a totally different person. The kind, gentle Caleb had washed away. Replaced by a darker side. A possessive side.

A super fucking sexy side.

“Give me your body, Bella. And I will give you mine.”

My breathing was shallow and raspy. My heart hammered in my chest. I felt like I was putty in his hands.

He traced a finger down, along my collarbone. Then he pushed off the strap of my nightgown. It fell from my shoulder.

His eyes landed on my chest. He traced his finger along the curve of my naked breast. I felt the mate bond in full force. It flooded through me, causing me to ache.

Lowering his head, his kissed my breast. Shock waves coursed through me. I moaned.

I barely knew this man. But something about his mouth on me just felt right.

I moaned and let my head fall back while he kissed me.

Gently, he pushed me back onto the bed. With one hand, he reached down to my thigh and spread my legs. They fell open, ready for him. Craving him. Wanting him with a desire I’d never felt before.

“Do you give yourself to me?” he asked. His eyes dripped with lust. I felt a rush of wetness between my legs. I trembled.

“I want to worship you. Every inch of you. Will you surrender to me? Fully?”

His hand was on the inside of my thigh. It crept slowly up it. I arched my back, rising to meet his touch.

“Yes,” I whispered back.

Afterwards, we laid in the sex stained sheets. He held me close. I was still breathing hard.

“That was…” I stopped. I didn’t have the words to describe what that was.

“You’re mine,” he said. He pulled me closer to him.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

“Just a minute,” Caleb said. “That’s the doctor,” he said to me. We quickly threw on some clothes. “Come in,” Caleb called.

A woman entered. She was small and sturdy, with her graying hair pulled back in a neat bun. Her eyes were sharp and warm at the same time. She carried a folder of papers.

“Bella, this is Dr. Hollows,” Caleb explained. “She’s been taking care of you.”

Dr. Hollows smiled at me. It was a real smile.

I blushed. The room smelled of sex. My hair was a matted mess. My cheeks were still flushed. Caleb didn’t seem the least bit embarrassed though.

“How are you feeling today?” she asked.

“Sore. And tired. But alive.”

“Well, that last one’s the important bit.” She pulled up a chair and opened the folder. “I have your latest results.”

I stiffened.

“The Viscusos is responding really well to the treatment,” she said. “Alpha Caleb flew in a specialist from the Southern territories. She’s the leading expert on your condition. She and I have been working very closely together on your treatment. She designed a protocol specifically for you. We’ve completed the first round, and the results are–” She looked up from the folder, and her sharp eyes softened. “They’re very promising, Bella. With continued treatment, you have an excellent chance of full recovery.”

The folder blurred. The room blurred. Everything blurred. My eyes were filling

with tears.

I looked at Caleb. He was sitting in his armchair with one ankle crossed over the

other knee.

“You paid for this?” My voice cracked on the last word.

He shrugged. “Yes,” he said. “Moon Mate or not, you needed help. I have the money. My pack has the money. It wasn’t even a question. We’d do it for anyone who needed help.”

The tears broke free. Raw and ugly. Everything I’d been holding in came flooding out of me. The dungeon. The forged witch’s contract. The wizard.

And most of Silas.

My sobs gave way to anger.

I’d been betrayed. By Silas and my twin sister. Silas was going to let me die. And my own sister had tried to kill me herself.

And here I was, at the Thorn Cliff Pack, where they actually helped people. Without even being asked.

It was almost too much to swallow.

Dr. Hollows quietly closed her folder and excused herself from the room. Once she was gone, I told Caleb everything. It flowed out of me, the whole story. He watched me talk with a steady look on his face. When I was finished, he stood up.

He went to the window. He peeled back the curtains.

“They didn’t deserve you,” he said. Then he turned and looked at me. “You belong to me now. And I take good care of what belongs to me.”

“What are you saying?” I asked.

He narrowed his eyes.

“What they did to you was awful. Despicable. Unconscionable. You have my word, Bella. They will answer for what they’ve done.”