His Blue Moon Princess
His Sunshine Baby Chapter 32

*2 months later, end of August.*

I slowly wake up, so drowsy it takes me a while to realize where I am. White sheets? I struggle to get up, but there is something... A man's arm around me? This familiar cologne smell... Oh s**t, did I fall asleep in Nate's bed? I remember us coming to the suite last night, having s*x, then... Oh, Moon Goddess, I really fell asleep right after it. I'm such an i***t!

"Nate. Nate, please move. Nate!"

I hear a groan, and I have to struggle a bit more for him to get off me. Seriously! I finally get to sit and reach out to grab my panties, forgotten at one end of the bed. What time is it? Gosh, I hope it's not late! I can't replace my phone, so I eventually grab Nathaniel's smartphone just to read the time. I sigh. Not even 8 am...

I hear him move around next to me, and he finally turns his head.

"Something wrong, miss Whitewood?" He asks, his eyes still closed but with a little grin.

"It's not funny... I'm such an i***t. I shouldn't have fallen asleep here."

He stops smiling and sits up too, to look at me very seriously.

"...It's not such a big deal."

"Yes, it is. Nate, we talked about this before. I shouldn't stay overnight," I answer while getting dressed up.

"Why not? If we set the alarm, you can leave early enough not to miss your training or whatever."

It's not just about being late... I am getting awfully at ease sleeping with Nate, and I don't like it. I even have a couple of clothes stored here in the suite, the hotel's staff recognizes me, and I have no idea how that happened. The more time we spend together, the more I get attached, and that's just terrifying.

I turn to him, still dazzlingly n***d in this bed. So handsome, so early... Nathaniel is frowning, unhappy with my haste.

"I have to go," I just blurt out.

"You know you don't, it's Sunday, Elena. You're only having that brunch with your friend's family around eleven..."

Actually, I don't. I didn't even tell Nathaniel today's brunch with the Lewis wasn't happening. And it's not the first time, I've been making excuses to flee lately. Instead of adding up to the lies, I just silently put my dress back on, trying to avoid his stare. Damn, where are my shoes again... "Elena."

His tone is not a good sign. I want to ignore it, but I just sigh and turn to him. Damn, he is still as handsome as the first night we met... His dark blonde hair, his mesmerizing blue eyes. I still can't believe I spent three to five nights in the week sleeping with this living god.

I thought the passion of our first meetings would somehow calm down after a few weeks, but as of today, it's hasn't. Whenever we meet, it's always the same sparks, the same hunger for the other's heat, and our inner wolves craving for each other.

But, more than that, we are getting definitely closer. With time, we have now come to share more and more about our own lives. If we meet on a weekday, Nate will let me know about how busy is schedule at work was, and I will naturally talk about the training or whatever I did that day with Danny. He even helps me with preparing for my upcoming classes in September if something is bothering me.

We text a lot too. I wasn't expecting it, but we have gotten very comfortable with sending each other random texts at any time of the day or night. He will let me know when one of his meetings is dragging on and boring him to death, and I complain whenever the kids are acting rudely at the training. On nights we can't see each other, we sometimes discuss what we will do next time we see each other, like the restaurant Nate wants to take me to or where we should meet.

Unless we didn't have time to meet earlier, we very rarely meet directly at the hotel too. Nate likes to invite me for a drink or a dinner before that. Sometimes we even go dancing together in one of his elite clubs.

It's a strange routine, like I've been experiencing a double life, and an even more peculiar relationship. We are closer than regular s*x friends, I guess. Though, we don't cross that thin line that involves our privacy. He still has no idea about my family situation, and he never talks to me about his brothers' lives or pack matters either. I guess this is some of the boundaries we are tacitly not crossing.

"What?" I ask with a sigh.

He grabs my wrist and gently pulls me back to sit on the bed with him. "Nate..."

I want to protest, push him away, and get going, but he suddenly starts kissing me. I can't say no. I'm desperately addicted to this. Nate knows my body and how to caress it by heart. I breathe loudly when he takes out my panties again. Moon Goddess, I wanted to get dressed, not undressed!

"Nate, enough..." I sigh, but I know I'm not convincing at all.

"No. I'm not letting you go yet."

Of course, he doesn't listen. He pushes me gently on the bed, so I'm lying underneath him. I give up and finally answer his kisses. Nate takes out my dress again in a movement, taking me back to square one. But I don't care. I'm burning up and feverish under his hands, caressing my body here and there. I gasp and try to hold my voice, but he keeps going and attacks my neck with more kisses and biting. "Don't. I want to hear your voice, Elena."

I try to hold on some more, but his fingers finally make me cry out in pleasure. He's a little forceful, a bit controlling, and I like it. Submitting to Nate's lead is easy, like submerging myself in freshwater. I don't have to do anything but let myself go, abandoning my restraints. When he positions himself and joins me, I'm already on edge. But he is the one to decide, and I'm not allowed to come yet. He starts moving without holding back. I'm pinned to the bed and totally helpless, only responding to his speed and strength with my embarrassing voice... About two hours later, I'm finally on my way home, a bit more tired than I was earlier. He really never gets enough... I sigh and take out my keys. However, when I finally get to my flat and open the door, I'm suddenly faced with Boyan.

Boyan, standing fully n***d in the middle of our living room.

"Hi."

"...Hi."

Moon Goddess, this is so awkward.

"Boyan, dammit your clothes!"

Danny's panicked voice came from the kitchen. I do my best to look away while Bobo shapeshifts and my bestie runs here to scold him. I notice Daniel is only wearing his pajama bottoms too.

"Daniel, I really don't mind n***d men at our place, but I would appreciate if you could keep it to your bedroom," I sigh.

"Sorry, babe, sorry!" He sighs with a cute pout.

I laugh a bit. I don't really mind, I've seen n***d men before. It's just funny to annoy my ever so prude Danny with that. We both stay silent for a while and calmer. I take out my jacket and heels, and Danny brings me some hot coffee. Outside, a little summer rain starts slowly.

"How was it?" Asks Daniel.

"Still as incredibly awesome as ever," I sigh.

"...You don't seem to happy about it."

He's right. I like those moments with Nate, but... The more I see him, the more I'm scared. I'm afraid of what's to come, of the two of us betraying our promises. It's not only me. I'm aware that he doesn't act like a simple s*x friend either. I don't know what the exact rules are for this kind of relationships, but... I can tell Nate is going a bit overboard sometimes, in the way we talk, how we interact.

And it terrifies me.

"Babe, talk to me," says Danny.

"I'm fine, babe. Things are fine with Nate."

But he doesn't believe me. After a second of hesitating, he finally speaks.

"Elena, I need to know if this is about Black, or..."

"Or what?"

He bites his lip, the same as me when I'm hesitating about what to say.

"Elena, I know the date is approaching."

s**t, I didn't want to think about that. The mere thought that my ex might come back is enough to drive me nuts. I don't want to think about it. I put my cup down angrily and shake my head.

"Danny, please, don't. I'm over it."

"Elena, I don't think you are. We need a serious talk."

"Well, I don't want to."

"Babe..."

"Seriously, Danny, I can't! Enough! ...I'm going to take a shower now."

I'm sorry I yelled at him, but I just can't. I get up and run to my room, closing the door a bit more violently than I intended to. Moon Goddess, I didn't want to think about it. I tried to forget and pretend it wouldn't possibly happen.

This is driving me mad. I was feeling so good just a while ago in Nate's arms, and now I'm back to thinking about my ex again. Why do I have to feel so helpless! I don't want to fall in love again, and I don't want to reminisce about what happened five years ago either!

Still contraried, I grab whatever clothes and hurry into the shower to avoid Danny. I can hear him talking to Bobo from outside, but I don't listen and focus on the hot water. Don't think about it, don't think about it. This is over, and he is not coming back. About fifteen minutes later, I'm getting dressed up in a tank top and denim romper when I hear a soft knocking on my door.

"Babe... It's not about your ex, but I need to talk to you about something else. Can you come out? Please? I'm sorry, ok? I promise I won't talk about that matter again."

I sigh. It's not like I can ever stay mad at Danny long anyway...

When I walk out of the bathroom, Danny is there waiting for me, an apologetic look on his face. I feel like I'm about to abandon a puppy...

"Alright, what is it?" I ask with a sigh.

"Come here."

He takes my hand and pulls me back to our couch so we can sit down. To my surprise, he takes out his phone, looking for something.

"So, you know how my brother often comes late to the Main House to give his report about the patrol to the Alpha? Well, when he came back last night, Levi heard the Alpha talking with Reagan. They were talking about you. Listen."

What is this about? He plays an audio file, and after a few seconds of silence, I suddenly hear muffled voices. Someone manipulates the phone until we can actually hear properly. I instantly recognize my Alpha's voice.

"...won't be able to protect her, Reagan. I have to make a choice, and she won't understand unless we tell her the truth."

"I already said no, Clark!"

My mentor's angry voice surprises me. I knew Reagan had no problem arguing with the Alpha, but...

"You shouldn't have let her meet with the Blood Moon Pack, to begin with. I told you, Elena's existence must stay as concealed as possible!"

"She will soon be twenty-one, Reagan! Even I can't always control what she does! You know how stubborn Elena is. She is strong. If she wants to know the truth..."

"The truth is dangerous," replies Reagan. "She is not ready for it, no one is. Making Elena one of your heirs was stupid, to begin with."

"I did it to protect her. Moreover, you know very well she has every right to be. And without Samuel around..."

"You're a bunch of idiots. You and Sam. You think this is just about the White Moon? Did you really forget where that child comes from? She is the only survivor, Clark! If they found out she is alive..."

I exchange a shocked look with Daniel. What the hell... What survivor? What is Reagan talking about? I was supposedly found in a forest! I'm barely breathing, waiting for every word and trembling. And who are those "they" she is talking about?

A long silence follows, but when I'm about to say something, Daniel signs me to stay quiet. Just then, I hear Clark's voice again.

"....You had said she might not be the only one."

"I only said there was a possibility. When I got there, the other child was missing. I have no idea how she could have survived if she did. Moon Goddess bless her, but I already have my hands full with protecting Elena."

"Reagan, I still think we should talk to her. Elena is..."

A furious growling follows, and I jump in surprise when hearing so much anger. Moon Goddess, is Reagan actually growling at the Alpha?

"Look at me very carefully, Clark. If you say a word to Elena, I swear you'll regret it. I don't care about Samuel or your pack issues. Nothing matters more than her safety. I made an oath, Clark. I took that girl from her dying mother's arms, and I swore to her and the Moon Goddess that I'll protect her child, even if it's the last thing I do!"

Wh... What... She swore to ...my mother?