***Ryker****

The crowd erupted into uncontrolled cheers, as we lay there with my mate basking in our confirmed bond. It's not until we came down from our high that I remembered we had an audience. Nude bodies lay on top of others or beside others, having participated in a fuck fest.

The smell of cum mixed with sweat, heavy in the crowded room. Even so, my beast was able to separate and pick on my mate's enticing juices. He held his snout high and let his tongue out dripping with saliva.

Nudity to werewolves was pretty normal. Especially in times like this when many of the adults mated and enjoyed a good time in the presence of others. I picked up the white robe she had been wrapped in and covered her body while she caught a breath.

I could distinctly feel her contentment and serenity flowing through the bond in waves. Her pure and lofty joy mixed with mine, a full grin breaking on her glowing face. I admired her, smiling back at her and pulling her for a tight embrace.

My beast inhaled her scent, flaring his nostrils. She smelled like us, the bite had totally cemented our bond. Still in my arms, I snaked my tongue on the mark, licking it gently. She quivered in my hold, a hum of acceptance emanating from deep within.

As she sighed on my chest, my eyes took time to scan my pack members. My scrutiny fell on my parents, who were at the far end of the room. I could visibly see the admiration in their eyes as they sat there chatting away. My mother was covered in a pink blanket, with my father's arms around her frame.

Thoughts about them having seen me mating with Tamara had me casting my globes of vision else where. I was thankful I didn't see them going at it like bunnies. That image would have been forever inscribed in my mind. Right to our right, Janette slept on my friend's chest while he stroked her hair.

A shift of emotions in our connected thoughts drew my attention back to my mate. Repugnance overshadowed her previous emotions, her head raised high. Her eyes were fixed to the far end, spotting a squint that threatened to pick up a fight. I held her in place as a rumble sounded from her throat.

Her ire seemed to ooze out, the chatter dying down completely. My eyes turned where her glower had been directed at. As I followed her line of vision, Monica came in to view. She stood in nothing, clad in red heels that made her legs look like two walking sticks.

I directed my eyes to hers' and disgust erupted as I took in her lustful gaze at me. She ogled me, and even though Tamara's robe covered my dick, the action vexed me. My beast became enraged at another female wanting him. He was taken, he belonged to our angered mate beside me.

Tamara slowly stood, she winced with her eyes squeezing shut temporarily. My beast shook his fur, howling in contentment. He knew he had done this to her, the sweet ache between her legs was his doing. He wiggled his tail in approval. A trail of cum down her exposed thighs and legs had our dick stirring.

She took sangfroid steps towards Monica, her eyes ablaze with fire. One hand clutched together the edges of the robe tightly on her chest to prevent it from flowing. The other kept on twitching and I had a pretty good idea what she was about to do.

'Don't you come closer to me. ' Monica's confidence faltered. She took a step back as Tamara approached steadily. My wolf sat back, anticipating what was about to come. He knew that Monica was dangerous, but he also was aware of the retaliatory capability our little witch owned.

'Don't tell me you are afraid of me now? ' Tamara stood a few feet from the object of her disfavour. She raked her eyes on Monica's body, her face spotting a scowl. I couldn't imagine I had bedded her, it repulsed me to no end that I had even touched her. My beast had warned me and yet I ignored him and submitted to my stupid lust.

'He was supposed to be mine! ' A high pitched piercing utterance came into contact with our hearing. My pack members scowled, some scoffing at Monica for her behaviour. Distaste crawled up my skin at her words of me being hers.

Tamara shut her eyes, her chest rose violently with every burning breath she took. Ripples of ferocity rushed over the strings that bound us together.

'Yours huh? ' She uttered in a

excessively mawkish voice, smiling maliciously at the woman who plucked up the courage to put a claim on me.

'You destroyed every thing you filthy witch! I was the one who should assumed your place under him. Look at him, sexy as fuck, a god among men. I should have been the one writhing as he pleasured me. You fucking took him from him with your witchery you witch! ' Fury thrummed through my veins at her careless remarks.

'Stay calm, I will deal with her. ' Tamara's voice filled my mind, halting me in my attempt to stand up. I was already clad in my grey boxer briefs, hiding myself from the eyes of the obsessed woman.

'Oh you never visualised a witch like me being mated to Alpha Ryker. ' Her voice was unusually calm for an enraged woman. Like they say about the calm before the storm, this was that time.

'He will be mine! ' She screamed again, puffing out her chest.

My mate trembled with rage, never had I ever seen her eyes warped into a miserable black. They studied Monica with unforgiving judgement, dripping with spite. Oh how I was afraid for this annoying pack member of mine. She had mocked Tamara for years, but today she would learn just how much my beautiful mate could handle.

'Over my dead body. ' She roared, blue flames guttering on her fingertips. She lifted it up, laughing maniacally at the fearful expression on Monica's face.

'Alpha Ryker is mine, both beast and man. ' She snapped her fingers together, sending small sparks flying all over. Awes could be heard among the crowds, amazed by the power their soon to be Luna possessed.

'Tam..ra.' Monica stuttered, stepping backwards with her palms spread out. Every confidence she formerly had dissipated faster than she would have liked.

'I have had enough of your mockery. ' Pride, this side of her was a total turn on. My cock grew semi hard as she all but frightened Monica. I knew it was the bad time for this, especially after the orgasm that I had just experienced. But my dick had a mind of it's own. It stood attention for our mate, who was staking claim over us.

We wanted to own her, take her over and over again until she couldn't even stand on her two feet. This was the Luna that our beast desired, good hearted but strong willed and defensive. She was a full package, made for us by moon goddess herself.

My arousal must have been potent in our bond because she turned at me. I couldn't hide my boner as it strained my boxers. Her eyes trailed downwards and when they finally settled on my clothed hard dick, a brief smile formed. She was up to something and whatever it was couldn't have been pleasing at all for the trembling female wolf.

'I know you don't know about the pack rules at all. ' She switched off the flames.

'I will tell you about one rule that applies to you though. ' She smiled maliciously, licking her lips. She enjoyed the fright that coated Monica features. She relished in every faltering inhalation her object of mockery took.

'When you set your eyes on a mated werewolf, the affected mate is allowed to choose what to do to you, except banishment. ' She swallowed her fury down her oesophagus.

I could hear Monica's accelerated breathing and heart beat. She realised that she had just messed up. For her to talk to my mate like that, she must have really had crazy ideas about me. Watching her as she slightly trembled, my beast nodded at Tamara's train of thoughts to stipulate her punishment.

'With the permission from the alpha and my mate, you will sit down through the entire ceremony. Then your punishment for lusting over my mate will be given. ' Tamara then turned back, her lips stretching in a satisfactory smile.

'Oh and please cover up yourself. ' My mate kissed me lightly, before turning to face everyone.

As opposed to their hateful glares after her parents passed on, now they looked at her with respect. No one wanted to anger her, mainly because I would have their heads if she ever asked for one.

My mother trudged forward, her eyes twinkling with joy and pride. She pulled her daughter in a motherly hug. She then walked to the table where the calabashes had been placed. She beckoned my mate, assuring her that everything would be alright.

'Tonight, a Luna will be given to you. A unique being bestowed upon us by the moon goddess herself. I grant her the power of a Luna from the deepest part of my mind body and soul. ' She took Tamara's palm in her hand and sliced it lightly with the knife.

I felt the minimal pain as the knife pierced through Tamara's soft skin, making me whisper sweet nothings to her in her mind. She was okay and calm as she could be except the rage that was gradually ebbing. The distinguishable metallic smell of iron wafted through the entire room, droplets of her blood dripping into the red calabash.

My mother then reached for the other calabash and like Tamara, sliced herself and let blood drip in it. Once there was enough of it, she gave it to Tamara as required. 'This blood is a symbol of my position granted to me by the moon goddess. ' She lifted the one that had Tamara's blood in it.

'Just like it was handed to me by blood, I hand it to you know. The power to lead this pack beside your mate now is in your hands. As I mix our bloods, so do I relinquish all my duties to you. ' She mixed the red liquid in one calabash. A gleaming stare settling on my mate who stood calmly.

After the calabashes were placed back on the table, knees came into contact with the floor as the pack members bowed before their Luna. Willingly or unwillingly, she was their Luna now and my beast and I almost jumped at that.

'Arise. ' Her voice was calm, but the stare she fixed on Monica depicted nothing but revenge.

'This is your Luna now, let it be known to you that any disrespect towards her will severely be rewarded. ' My command resonated through the sacred hall.

'Make no mistake, death by hanging is inevitable for anyone who dares question her position. ' The warning was crystal clear, and by the stuttering yeses that filled the room, my beast retreated to the back of my mind.

'Monica. ' I spat her name, my lips curling in distaste.

'Alpha. ' She stepped forward bowing with trembling legs.

'You called my mate a filthy witch in my presence with no ounce of respect whatsoever. ' She cast her gaze downwards, my alpha aura dizzying her.

'I'm sorry Alpha. ' She whimpered helplessly.

'She had a punishment for you... ' I pulled Tamara to my side by snaking my arm around her shoulder. 'but I have an even better one for you. ' I smiled evilly, watching as she shuddered in raw fear.

'You embarrassed my mate by staking claim on me. You accused her of bewitching her way to my heart with no shame whatsoever. You interrupted a sacred ceremony in a sacred hall. You had no care in the world for going against our traditions and rules. ' I paused.

'You did the one thing that you shouldn't have. ' My voice dipped lower, my beast snarling at the woman.

'You shall be thrown in the dungeons for 6 days without food and on the 7th day, you shall die by the rope.