The Alpha's Call Book 4

LYLA

When I was placed on personal guard duty for the Moon Goddess, I wasn’t quite sure what to expect.

She was such a prolific and revered figure that my expectations couldn’t possibly live up to reality.

Would we be going on diplomatic missions to foreign countries?

Would we accompany her as she attended tense assemblies, where she enchanted the delegates with her political prowess?

Did she heal the sick?

Hand out food to the hungry masses?

Give out free cars like some talk show host?

Just what did the Goddess do exactly in her day-to-day routine?

The answer, it turned out, was…

Not much.

Aside from the occasional dress fitting, wine tasting, or religious ritual, the Goddess didn’t do much of anything.

She lived a lavish life of luxury, free of any real controversy, while her advisors did most of the decision-making.

And, unfortunately, one of those advisors was Mercer.

The majority of my job was to stand outside of her chambers in case she needed me to do something for her.

I was more of a glorified assistant than a bodyguard.

If this is the Goddess’s glory... I don’t want it.

“Don’t you find this boring?” I asked Achilles as he stood next to me. “I thought we’d at least go on cool missions or something.”

“What do you mean? We had that mission yesterday,” he replied.

“Picking up the Moon Goddess’s dry cleaning is not a mission,” I said, rolling my eyes.

“Okay, fine, I’ll admit it’s a bit boring,” he said, giving me a playful smile. “But at least we can be bored together, right?”

“I just... I became a Moon Guardian because I wanted to make a difference,” I said, sighing. “And now it just feels like I’m standing around.”

“Lyla!” The Moon Goddess shouted from behind the door. “I need you in here now!”

“Hey, at least you won’t be standing around now,” Achilles said, grinning. “Progress.”

“Right... progress.” I responded sarcastically.

I entered the Moon Goddess’s chambers and closed the door behind me.

“You needed me, your Holiness?” I asked, quickly adjusting my tone to sound respectful.

“Which headdress should I wear to the opera tonight?” she asked, wrinkling her nose as she held out two equally flamboyant options.

So now I’ve sunk to giving fashion advice...

“I like the one on the right,” I replied as cheerily as I could manage.

She tossed the right one aside and chose the left one instead. “Thank you, that was helpful,” she said with fake sweetness.

Having had only brief interactions with the Goddess in the past, I never realized how much of a diva she was.

I was beginning to form a very different picture of the Moon Goddess than the one that I’d been taught growing up.

She seemed vapid, shallow, and disconnected from the people.

Did she even know what was going on with the half-breeds?

Or maybe a better question was…

Did she even care?

“Um…was there anything else you needed?” I asked awkwardly as she stared at herself in the mirror.

She ignored me at first, but finally turned around and looked at me blankly.

“No, that’s all. Send Achilles in. And Lyla, you can leave early today.”

I didn’t know why I was getting let go early, but I didn’t question it. I was grateful to get away from the monotony. “Thank you, your Holiness.”

When I walked back into the hall, I nodded to Achilles. “Your services are needed,” I said. “Probably to screw in a light bulb or something.”

“Never a dull moment in this position,” he replied, laughing.

“Well, I’m off early, so good luck.” As I started to leave, he grabbed my hand.

“Lyla… I’m glad we're working together now. I like you more as an ally than as an adversary.”

“Me too,” I replied warmly. “You’re not as big of a meathead as I thought.”

“Was that actually a compliment?” he asked, grinning.

“Yeah, but don’t let it go to your non-meaty head.”

It was nice that the tension between us was gone.

But as his gaze lingered, I worried that it was being replaced by a different tension…

And it wasn’t competitive this time.

I just hoped Achilles knew where the line was.

SEBASTIAN

Lyla used to return home from patrol beaten down and exhausted.

But lately she came home full of pent-up energy.

She needed an outlet…

And I was more than happy to oblige.

As soon as she walked through the door, I scooped her up in my arms and kissed her.

She relaxed into my grasp and smiled.

“You’re home early. How was Moon Guardian-ing?” I asked jokingly.

“How do you think it was? I just stood around, like always,” she said, an antsy irritation in her voice.

“I could think of something more active you could do,” I said with a grin.

She shook her head but couldn’t help smiling. “Is sex all you ever think about?”

“When I have a mate as hot as you, how can I not?” I replied lustily.

Actually, there was a lot more than sex on my mind with everything going on back home, but I needed a distraction from that once in a while.

Lyla wasn’t the only one who needed an outlet. If I didn’t release my frustration now and then, I’d probably explode.

I pulled her down onto the couch. We removed our clothing with little regard to the order while we hungrily kissed each other.

When I was finally down to just my left sock, Lyla firmly stroked my cock.

Her tight grip felt amazing sliding up and down my shaft.

“You always did have the magic touch,” I growled excitedly.

“Maybe I’m a witch,” Lyla responded, smirking.

“Don’t even joke about that!” I said, though I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Okay, so if roleplaying as a witch clearly doesn’t turn you on…what does?” she asked, winking.

Did Lyla really want to role play?

Thank the Goddess for this lack of workplace stimulation!

I considered my choices carefully. We hadn’t really done this before, so I didn’t want it to blow up in my face.

“Hmmm…well, there’s something kind of sexy about…nun—”

Her eyes widened with horror.

“Nuun-no,” I drew out my words awkwardly, trying to backpedal.

So, nuns are a non-starter. Good to know.

“What were you about to say?” she asked, raising her eyebrows.

“Nothing. I was going to say nothing. I have no fantasies…because you’re my dream girl,” I said, praying she didn’t call me on my bullshit.

“Well fine,” she said, giggling. “If you just want to do the usual…”

Her lips suddenly wrapped around my cock, and she took it deep into the back of her throat.

Beads of sweat formed on my brow as my eyes rolled back.

Goddess, that feels fucking good.

Her head moved up and down as she held the base of my manhood in her hand. Her wet, warm mouth felt amazing, but she had someplace wetter and warmer in store.

I plunged my fingers into her pussy and opened her up, preparing her for my thick cock.

She trembled with pleasure and began sucking on my ear, before whispering into it.

“Naughty boy. If you take my innocence, you’ll have to repent. I’m just a virgin… Sister Mary Volva of the Holy Order of the Moon Goddess.”

My lips spread into a smile.

My mate is the fucking best.

***

After performing some acts that I was pretty sure we’d actually have to repent for, my mind returned to the pressing problems facing my pack.

While Lyla was in the shower, I grabbed my phone and tried texting Arthur again.

I just needed to try a different approach.

Another failed attempt…

Whoever said “try, try again” could go fuck themselves.

I was beginning to think my uncle was a lost cause.

What could I offer the man who already had everything?

ADELE

Although I didn’t really know the man who had tried to assassinate the Moon Goddess, I asked around and found out where his family lived.

I enlisted Caspian to accompany me in bringing them fresh food and some supplies.

“Half-breeds are disappearing all over,” I said sadly. “Taken from their jobs, their homes…soon a lot of families will be without the money or means to look after themselves. We have to look out for each other.”

“It makes me sick,” he growled. “This isn’t right.”

“They’re trying to send a message,” I replied. “That we’re worthless. And that we can lose our rights at any time.”

We reached a small hovel that was nothing more than a hut with a curtain. I crouched down under the low entryway and crawled inside, immediately covering my nose and mouth.

The stench was almost unbearable.

I gasped in shock when I saw the cause of the odor…

A gaunt, pale woman was leaning against the wall.

She was dead…likely from malnourishment.

Tears clouded my eyes, but I held them back…

Because sitting in the corner, staring at me blankly, was a little boy.

He couldn’t have been older than four or five years old.

Almost as pale as his mother’s corpse.

He recoiled a bit as Caspian knelt down next to me. “Oh my God—”

I held up my hand, silently cutting Caspian off. He nodded and backed up.

Slowly, I reached out to the small child. “I won’t hurt you…I just want to help.”

Cautiously, he crawled forward and placed his tiny hand in mine.

I held my tears back, not because I wasn’t horrified by what had happened here…

I held them back because I knew the time for tears was over.

I needed to be strong for my people.

Or none of us would survive what was coming…