Avenging Luna
Chapter 59: Raw Passion

Chapter 59: Raw Passion

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Leila’s POV:

"It’s okay, I won’t beg anymore. I know what you’ve already chosen," I whispered, swallowing the lump in my throat. "I won’t let you betray your parents like this. I’ll go... You can tell the Blood Moon Pack I’m no longer under your protection and avoid the war. I’ll get my revenge on my own, no need to get involved in my business." My voice trembled as I tried to come to terms with the bitter truth—he couldn’t see past my bloodline.

I turned, heart heavy, reaching for the door handle, feeling his rejection pierce deeper than any wound I had ever known. Just as I was about to step away from him, suddenly, I felt his powerful hands grab me from behind. He pressed me against the door, trapping me between it and his muscular body.

Before I could speak, his lips were on my neck, kissing me savagely, and I gasped, my mind spinning from the sudden shift in his energy. His breath was hot against my skin as he found the spot that bore his mark, and a shiver ran through my body, igniting a fire within me. My knees buckled, and I couldn’t help the soft moan that escaped my lips. His intensity sent my legs turning into jelly, betraying every ounce of resistance I had tried to build.

But what did this mean? Was this desire stronger than his hatred, or was it something else?

Before I could even process what was happening, Drake’s strong hands gripped my thigh, lifting it effortlessly and hooking it around his waist. The new position pressed me even closer against him, and I could feel his bulge, hard and undeniable, through the thin fabric of my nightgown. His lips stayed glued to my neck, right over his mark, sending a shiver through my entire body.

Without breaking the kiss, his fingers found their way beneath my nightgown, trailing fire across my skin. Before I knew it, he had torn off my panties in one swift motion. His voice was low, possessive, as he growled against my ear, "Mate is mine, and you’re not leaving me."

Every word sent a spark through me, making my legs weak. His fingers worked their magic, teasing, stroking, and claiming me in ways only he knew how. I could hardly breathe as his touch ignited a flame deep within me, reminding me that no matter the circumstances, the bond between us was still there, pulling us back together, stronger than ever.

But was this enough? Could passion override the betrayal, the hurt, and the truth that still lay between us?

My nightgown became a nuisance, and before I could think, Drake ripped it apart down the middle, the fabric falling to the floor in tatters. I couldn’t hold back anymore—reaching for his shirt, I tore it open, desperate to feel his skin against mine, needing us to be closer than ever before. The feel of his bare chest against me sent shockwaves through my entire body.

Without wasting another second, he stripped off his pants, his eyes dark with raw desire, and in one swift motion, he took me right there. Our bodies moved in sync, perfectly attuned to each other as if no time or pain had passed between us. Every thrust, every touch, every kiss rekindled the passion that had been buried beneath the weight of our shared scars.

I could barely stand, trembling under his intensity, until he scooped me up into his arms, carrying me to the bed. His grip was firm, unrelenting, as if he was making a silent vow. He laid me down and continued his assault, making sure every inch of me belonged to him. The way he moved, the way he claimed me, left no doubt—I wouldn’t be walking straight the next morning.

Drake’s POV:

Watching her go, something inside me snapped. The way she said it, the way she was ready to walk out of my life without looking back, it hit me harder than I expected. I had been fighting it, denying what I felt for her, trying to convince myself that I could let her go. But seeing her ready to leave, that broke something in me.

I couldn’t do it.

Gile, my wolf, had been growling in the back of my mind the whole time, angry, frustrated, begging me to stop her. His voice got louder until it became impossible to ignore. Take action. Don’t let her walk away. His demand roared through me like a storm. I couldn’t hold back anymore, and before I knew it, I was moving.

I didn’t just stop her; I grabbed her like I was claiming her all over again. My hands moved on instinct, pulling her against me, trapping her between the door and my body. The second I felt her skin, the second I was close enough to smell her scent, I lost control.

Without a thought, my lips crashed down on her neck, the same spot where my mark claimed her. It was savage, raw, driven by every bit of frustration I’d been holding inside. I couldn’t help it. The moment my lips touched her, the anger, the resentment—it all melted away, leaving only the raw, desperate need to have her.

Her gasp echoed in my ears, fueling the fire inside me. Her body softened against mine, and I felt her legs give out, her resistance crumbling like ash. That soft moan she let out... it undid me. Every part of me, every bit of control I had left, snapped like a rubber band stretched too far. I kissed her harder, deeper, pouring all of my frustration, my longing, and my passion into each kiss.

I wasn’t thinking anymore—there was no logic, no past, no bloodline. It was just her, the way she felt against me, the way my body responded to hers. The thought of letting her go was impossible now, and Gile growled his approval in the back of my mind. I couldn’t deny it any longer—this wasn’t just desire. It was something more, something stronger.

And I wasn’t about to let her go. Not now. Not ever.

The second I tore her nightgown, the sound of the fabric ripping felt like a release, a breaking point I couldn’t hold back anymore. Seeing her standing there, exposed to me, vulnerable, it only fed the fire burning inside. I had tried to push her away, tried to deny what my wolf and every fiber of my being wanted, but it was useless. She was mine, and no bloodline could change that.

When her hands reached for my shirt, ripping it apart, her fingers grazing my skin, I lost whatever control I thought I had left. I stripped off my pants, eyes locked on hers, dark with the same hunger that consumed me. The second our bodies connected, it was like a spark igniting, an explosion of everything we’d been holding back.

Each thrust, each movement, was a reminder of what we were—two halves of the same whole, bound by more than just this physical connection. Her soft moans, the way her body responded to mine, only made me more desperate to claim every part of her, to make sure she knew she belonged to me. No matter what.

She was trembling, barely able to stand, and I knew I had pushed her to her limits. Scooping her into my arms, I carried her to the bed, laying her down as if I was handling something fragile, but once I was on top of her again, all gentleness was forgotten. This was possession. This was primal. I wasn’t letting her go. Not tonight. Not ever.

The way she arched beneath me, her breathless gasps, only fueled me further. Every move, every touch, was a claim, a mark that ran deeper than the one on her neck. She was mine, and I was going to make sure she knew it.

But even as I moved with her, felt her body quiver beneath mine, the truth lingered like a shadow in the back of my mind. Could I look past her bloodline? Could I forget the promise I made to my parents, to eliminate the people who destroyed them?

As I looked at her, breathless and sated beneath me, one thought gnawed at me—could love really survive vengeance? Or was this our end?