The Supreme Alpha

Author's note: This is from Sergio's point of view

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The young master's win in the duel with Fynn was not totally unexpected but I must admit that I was surprised by the strength of his aura.

I felt it several times, and every time it was coming out stronger.

Does that mean he is harnessing the powers of his wolf better in time, or maybe his wolf will awaken on his own, eventually?

If Alpha is still around, he would be delighted by this news. A decade ago, Damiano Testa was the only one still believing that his son is not a waste.

Of course, Isabella loved her son, but she didn't care if he will be an Alpha or not. She loved him unconditionally no matter how it turned out. Isabella never had expectations out of anyone, and she was happy with what she had. Other than her lack of ambition and physical strength, she was an amazing Luna.

Unfortunately, the young master has no interest in leading a pack. I wonder what my Alpha would say if he knew that his son turned into a loner. Well, maybe it's better this way because there is no pack to lead anyway, but if young master's wolf awakens, people like Pio will continue to show up and we will need to figure out a strategy to deal with them.

Over dinner, Fynn was flirting with Mona, but Mona's focus was on Zoe and tomorrow's birthday party. I thought that Fynn will crash and burn, but then he switched tactics and decided to help with party preparations. Despicable. How can he lower himself so much just to get a skirt?

I told myself not to bother. After filling my stomach, I wished them goodnight and returned to my villa.

I checked to see that my nose healed well. There is still some residual throbbing, but it should be gone in a day or two. I can't believe that Fynn punched me the moment he saw me! Bastard.

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I got myself a glass of scotch and sat on the balcony of my bedroom that is overlooking my garden.

The forest was silent, and I gazed into the half moon and stars that covered the cloudless sky. It was peaceful.

The medicinal scent wafting from the herbs brings me calm. I am back home. Finally.

My thoughts drifted toward Pio and his group of werewolves. Normally, I would be happy that they are in the area. Didn't I dream about returning to this place, fixing up the house, and replanting the garden? I also wished to turn the clock and be a Shaman again, for people to come to me for advice and ceremonies, and now I will finally get that as well. Yet, instead of being happy, I'm empty.

I let out a long breath and downed my drink before placing the empty glass on the bistro table.

I knew from where that emptiness was coming and there was only one person that could fill that gap. Calista.

This damned mate bond affects me exactly how I feared, and it's even worse because no matter what I have, nothing is ever good enough without Calista, yet I know that she will never be fully mine.

After the oath last week, Calista stayed with me for two mind-blowing days that were filled with sex and euphoria, and then she disappeared without a word.

I didn't want to call her, and I knew that she slept with someone once since then. The excruciating pain that woke me up in the middle of the night was a clear confirmation that a mate is unfaithful.

I thought that our time together meant something, but it meant only for me. The bond got firmer, which means that the rejection will hit me much harder than if I managed to pull it off last week. Damn it!

Part of me hoped that we can make it work, but if Calista can feel the bond, if she can feel anything, she wouldn't wish to be with someone else. It's that simple.

I took in a deep breath, and I swear that it came with the scent of Moonflower. I would think that I'm imagining it, but my wolf wagged his tail in delight, so I knew that it was real.

I looked to my left, and there she was, standing and observing me in silence, her magnificent silhouette caressed by the moonlight. Breathtaking.

"Didn't you hear of knocking, Miss Mezzanotte?", I asked her while trying to conceal my excitement behind a frown.

"And spoil the surprise?"

Well, I was surprised.

"Why didn't you call me?", she pouted.

"Did you want me to call?"

This made her frown. I knew that she won't answer truthfully, so I went for my next question, "How did you get to the balcony?"

I was confident that if she came through the door, I would hear her.

The reports on Calista show her as a willful princess who loves to party, but she is a Mezzanotte, and she should have an ability or two.

Calista moved toward me in slow, gracious steps, and the scent of the Moonflower slowly muddled my reasoning.

"I could tell you, but then I would need to kill you. Your choice."

Kill me now. "I told you already, dying in your hands is not a bad thing."

Calista hissed in displeasure. "I wish that you don't talk about dying so easily, Sergio."

If only she knew how much I'm dying every moment she is not with me, and her infidelity is extinguishing my soul. I was looking at my own personal torturer and there was not a single thing I could do about this attraction that was driving me crazy.

"Do you care for a drink, Miss Mezzanotte?"

"I'm not here to drink."

"Why are you here?"

To my surprise, Calista started unbuttoning her shirt and I was hard in an instant. I didn't want her to see how eager I was to fulfill her every need and want.

She had me wrapped around her finger thanks to the bond she couldn't even feel. How ironic.

'Mate is back!', my wolf was chasing his own tail in my head from happiness, but I couldn't be happy.

Yes, my mate was back and that should mean something, but I was not willing to share her. She was mine.

'Mark her!', my wolf said.

"No!", I shouted at my wolf and at Calista who reached to unbutton my pants.

"Excuse me?", Calista asked with her eyes narrowed and I had a déjà vu. Is she going to slap me again?

"Why are you doing this?", I asked.

"We are both creatures with needs and you can fulfill mine…", she said and grabbed my erection.

Her hand on me felt good even over the fabric, and I knew that I have no more than a few seconds before I give in to whatever she wanted.

"Why me?", I had to ask even though I feared her answer. "There are many others. Why me?"

Calista poked her cheek with her tongue. "Since you are fishing for compliments, here it goes. No one ever made me experience so many orgasms. You made me want you again."

"If I'm that special, why did you sleep with some other guy two nights ago?"

Calista's eyes widened. "Are you following me? I'm not sure if I should be creeped out, angry, or honored."

Of course, I was not following her, but if I disclosed that, she might figure out she is my mate and then I would be doomed.

"Answer me.", I demanded with all the willpower I could muster.

"I was hungry.", she said. "It was a meal. Sex didn't mean anything."

I could feel my willpower crumbling. She didn't want another guy. She was hungry. "And this means something?"

"It means that we are both about to have many wonderful orgasms…", Calista said and in the next moment, the sound of fabric ripping was heard.

I couldn't believe this. She tore my pants and my boxer shorts in one swift move!

I must admit that was hot.

Calista lifted her skirt before straddling me and I could feel her wet pussy touching my throbbing cock.

Moon Goddess! She was not wearing panties!

"Why are you resisting, hmm? I know you want me.", Calista hummed while grinding herself on me, coating the length of my shaft with her juices, and the scent of her arousal was driving me mad.

And just like that, with one twist of her hips, she took me in perfectly. Fuck!

"Mhh…", I couldn't prevent the groan from escaping my throat when I sheathed myself inside her fully, and I could see Calista grinning victoriously.

She won. Completely.

I was defenseless and at her mercy.

I undid the clasps of her bra and flicked the pesky garment on the side, and then I buried my face between her breasts, taking in deep breaths that filled me with the scent of Moonflower just how I filled her up with my cock and I knew that tonight neither of us will be sleeping.

I let her set the pace for the first few minutes, and then I stood up and put her to sit on the bistro table. The empty glass fell on the tiled floor and shattered into pieces, but I didn't care. The only thing on my mind was the woman who squirmed under my ministrations.

Calista's white skin glowed under the moonlight, and she made no attempt to suppress her moans.

I loved the feeling of her nails digging into my flesh.

She is perfect. Made for me. MINE!

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