Avenging Luna
Chapter 79: Behind Closed Doors

Chapter 79: Behind Closed Doors

Drake’s POV:

So, the damn bastard Raphael is finally dead. One more enemy crossed off my list. But of course, the scheming, twisted bastard couldn’t just go quietly. No, he had to leave me with a cryptic message, some impending doom he hinted at right before his death. "I’ve set plans in motion," he said. What the hell did that mean? Even in death, the son of a bitch managed to taunt us, leaving me to unravel whatever twisted game he’d been playing.

I couldn’t help the rage bubbling inside me. I slammed my fist on the desk, but the frustration didn’t fade. Raphael might be rotting in hell now, but the fact that he still had the power to get into my head irritated me beyond reason. I hope he suffers down there.

But I can’t afford to dwell on his words. I have to be prepared for whatever hell those plans bring, and it starts with Marcus. The traitor. If Raphael set something in motion, Marcus knows about it, and I’ll make sure he talks. I’ve always trusted my gut, and my gut’s telling me that Marcus had more to gain than just siding with Raphael. No one chooses a losing battle unless they have a hidden agenda.

I need answers, and I need them fast.

I got up from my desk, pacing the office. Whatever Marcus knows, I’ll get it out of him. He’s not getting off easy.

But first, I needed to see my mate and child. It felt like forever since I spent any real time with them. These past few days, with Raphael’s and Marcus’ case taking up every second, I’d been more consumed than ever. The weight of the pack’s safety was heavy on my shoulders, and I barely saw Leila except when I slipped into bed late at night, exhausted.

Leila’s been strong, as always. But I know she needs me, especially now that she’s carrying our child. The pregnancy has made everything feel more urgent, more personal. The future isn’t just about us anymore; it’s about the life growing inside her. I should be spending more time with her, making sure she’s okay, that she’s not feeling neglected while I chase down traitors.

Lucas and I had been taking turns listening in on Raphael’s cell, waiting for Marcus to slip up, and that meant I was barely around for her. I sighed, running a hand through my hair. No matter how important the pack’s safety is, my mate and child come first. I needed to check on them, see how they were holding up through all this madness.

I stepped out of the office, the weight of my responsibilities still pressing down, but there was a longing in my chest that pulled me toward Leila. I needed to be near her, if only for a few moments, to remind myself of what I was fighting for.

Before heading up to our room, I grabbed the bottle of mango juice from the freezer—Leila’s favorite craving, apart from her other craving, which just so happened to be me. The weirdness of pregnancy cravings never fazed me, though; if she wanted mango juice in the middle of the night, I was more than happy to provide. Today, I planned to surprise her by coming to bed early. Marcus could wait until tomorrow—there was still time for him to slip up, and I needed to be with my mate.

I poured her a glass and made my way to our room, my heart feeling lighter at the thought of seeing her. I found her by the window, humming softly, her silhouette bathed in the moonlight. The sight of her nearly took my breath away. Pregnancy had only enhanced her beauty, making her glow in ways I hadn’t imagined. The soft light from the moon kissed her face, and her purple nightgown clung to her body, highlighting her wide hips, slender waist, and the gentle swell of her stomach—the proof of the life we had created together.

I stood there for a moment, watching her. The breeze from the open window made her nightgown flutter slightly, revealing her hardened nipples through the thin fabric. Damn, she was a blessing. I could never thank the Moon Goddess enough for giving me her, for allowing me the privilege of being by her side. Her beauty, her strength, and the way she carried my child—it was a sight I could never get tired of.

With a smile tugging at my lips, I walked over, the glass of mango juice in hand, ready to remind her that no matter what was happening outside, in this room, it was just us.

**Drake’s POV (continued):**

I walked up to her, wrapping my arms around her from behind, pulling her close. She leaned into me immediately, her soft curves melting into my body. With the glass of mango juice in one hand, I presented it to her over her shoulder. She chuckled softly, her breath warm against my skin.

"What would I do without you?" she asked, her voice filled with affection.

"I don’t know," I teased, kissing the top of her head, "but I do know what you can do *with* me." My lips trailed lightly against the back of her head as she sipped her juice.

She pressed her body back into mine, the warmth of her touch setting my nerves alight. "I missed you," she whispered, her words sending a shiver down my spine.

"Oh really?" I whispered hoarsely into her ear, my voice rough with need. "Show me then... show me how much you missed me." I nibbled on her earlobe, my teeth grazing her skin as I pulled her even closer, the heat between us growing. Her breath hitched, and I felt her body tense with anticipation.

This was what I lived for—these moments of pure connection with my mate. The world outside didn’t exist right now. It was just her and me, lost in each other.

**Drake’s POV (continued):**

Her lips curled into a teasing smile as she finished the last drop of her mango juice, placing the empty glass on the small table beside the window. Without missing a beat, she turned toward me, her arms wrapping around my neck. "Oh, I’m planning to," she whispered, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "You need to compensate for all the days I had to do without you... it wasn’t the same."

My breath hitched as her words sunk in. A jolt of surprise shot through me—she had satisfied herself? I didn’t know why, but something deep inside me stirred, a mix of possessiveness and need. I couldn’t stand the idea of her finding pleasure without me. She was mine.

I pulled her closer, holding her tightly, my voice serious and low. "You can’t do that. Nobody—not even you—will give you pleasure apart from me. Got it, love?" I stared into her eyes, making sure she understood.

"If you need me, just call me or something," I said, my tone firm. "You can even wait, and I’ll make sure it’s worth it." My hand slid down her back, feeling the smooth fabric of her nightgown, and I tilted her chin up, making her look at me. "But if you touch yourself, sweet... make sure I’m your audience."

Her eyes widened at my words, a flush creeping up her cheeks. I could see the desire building in her, matching my own. This was more than just need—it was a reminder that she was mine, and I was hers.

And with that, I smashed my lips onto hers. Damn, I missed these lips. Her taste was intoxicating, pulling me deeper into the connection we shared. My mouth trailed down her jaw, moving to her sweet, beautiful neck as I pressed her closer to me. One hand gripped her waist firmly while the other tangled in her midnight waves, guiding her gently low as I followed, my mouth continuing its journey lower.

Her breasts, perfectly outlined beneath the thin fabric of her nightgown, called to me. I missed her—every inch of her. No matter how thin the nightgown was, it had to go. With a swift move, I pulled myself up, Pulling back to stand straight, I claimed her mouth again in a deep, possessive kiss, my hands started inching up her nightie, deliberately slow, savoring every moment . After all, we had the whole night—and I needed to remind her who she belonged to, especially after learning she’d pleasured herself and I intended to punish her thoroughly for giving herself pleasure without me.

As my hand cupped her round, smooth ass, I gave her a firm, teasing spank, eliciting a sharp gasp from her. "Fuck," she cursed softly, her arousal saturating the air around us, filling my nostrils and driving me wild. Her scent was intoxicating, every ounce of her desire making me harder by the second.

"You don’t get to touch yourself without me, Leila," I growled, lowering my lips to her neck again, my teeth grazing her skin just enough to make her shiver. "Now, I’m going to make sure you don’t forget it."

I tugged her nightie over her head, tossing it aside, and drank in the sight of her, ready for me in every way.