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Acacia/Ciarán - Age 16

The way his touch sets me on fire...its intensity drastically increases when his hands lift to grasp my upper arms. Exhaling sharply, his eyes continue to hold mine, though I give into his touch when he claims this time, "Mate."

Ridge breaks the tension when he says, "Psh," and waves his hand like it's nothing, "I knew it when you first met her."

"Confirmation is what was asked of me..." Taron's voice trails off, and I see the way his head tilts slightly toward the picnic tables. My gaze is drawn as well, seeing Grandpa Keir and Alpha Chris shake hands, my confusion continuing to wash right over me. When Taron brings his gaze back to meet with mine, he tells me, "If you will have me...Acacia, you are my mate and the alphas' agreement...it's changed. If you will have me, you become the representation of the Silent Stars Pack, our union...binding not only our two souls but that of our packs."

"Bu-...I-" I shake my head with confusion and say, "I'm not a werewolf," there's a hint of sadness in my tone, one I know Taron recognizes and that of Grandpa Keir approaching the two of us. The rest of our friends gather to their feet, moving away as even Alpha Chris trails behind my grandpa.

Grandpa Keir is the one to speak and tells me, "You may not be a werewolf, though you very well could be a dormant one or a half-breed..."

"Even then," Alpha Chris also enters into the discussion, "there's nothing wrong with my son having a human for a mate," he pauses a moment while acknowledging Grandpa Keir, "you're every bit the part to become luna of two packs merging together, then any other she-wolf I've come across," he then glances at Taron and states boldly, "my son is lucky to have a mate such as you, Acacia Arin-Valentine."

"I..." my gaze drifts away from them both, finding Taron's eyes once again. I'm his mate...I feel the difference and even when he shifts his hands, away from me, dropping his arms to his sides as he waits for an answer...I feel that tug that wants and needs to be close to him.

Is it selfish of me to want this?

To want to be with Taron?

That...Grandpa Keir and Alpha Chris are entirely okay with this choice...

...for once, I have a choice. For me to decide what I want and for once...I know what I want, without a single doubt in the world.

Taron.

He wants me, for me.

With a slight nod of my head, a small smile making its way to my lips, I reach out and wrap my arms around Taron's neck. His strong arms immediately wrapped around my waist, pulling me tighter against him...the way my skin lights on fire when we touch; I don't want ever to let this go.

What I don't expect...

...everyone is on their feet and clapping.

From both packs, Taron and I glance back to the party that had all but come to a standstill the second Taron stated his claim. They are all cheering, and I don't think I've ever seen so many Crusaders Pack members smiling the way they do, some whistling while others are ready to cut my birthday cake for not only what represents my birthday, but a celebration of the packs seeing the final decision about the merger made right before their eyes.

When it's safe for them, even our friends charge at us and warp us into a group hug, Marcus trying to squeeze in between them all. The laughter and cheering is something that feels very surreal, and when Marcus finally makes his way between us all, he looks up at me and smiles, but points up at Taron and states, "My Cacia!"

Taron chuckles, squatting down before Marcus. He tilts his head to the side and says, "She will always be your sister, however," a smirk tugs at the corners of his lips when he states, "my Acacia."

"Hey!" Marcus tries to tackle Taron, but Taron merely ruffles his hair and rises to his full height. Ridge picks Marcus up, and the party begins once again. While Marcus stays behind with the rest of the pups, our group swims out further into the deeper end where when I stand, the water comes just above my shoulders.

Jelena giggles and says, "Looks like I'll be calling you Luna Acacia soon enough."

A giggle leaves my lips, but it's for a different reason than what Jelena just said. I feel Taron's arms around my waist, pulling me back against him while his chin rests next to my temple.

"I've never heard of a human luna before," Holden is the one to question this, but shrugs his shoulders and says, "but, you're pretty much one of the wolves anyway."

Jelena splashes water at Holden and snickers, "Careful, don't upset the luna or she'll have you watching over pups until you're eighty."

Dexter laughs loudly at this, Holden splashing him while crying out, "Shut up!" That's when they get into a wrestling match, Jelena and Ridge having to separate the two of them.

The feeling of Taron's warm breath against my ear causes the hairs on my arms to raise when he whispers, "I can't wait to claim you as mine...forever."

"Uh..." my voice is caught in my throat, though I release an exhale when his hands flatten against my abdomen, my eyelids fluttering shut briefly as I absorb this feeling.

The rest of the day passes us by very quickly, and for once, I had a fantastic birthday, one I'll never forget. The weeks flew right by, another birthday celebration taking place for Jelena along with many getaways from the rest of the packs to spend time with not only Taron but his wolf. That pull, it just continued to grow with strength, and I hardly realized where the rest of the summer flew by until the last week approached us.

Many questions fill my mind as I sit comfortably in Taron's lap, staring at the flames that lick the logs of the bonfire. While everyone around the fire laughs and tells jokes, my mind lingers on what happens when the summer ends...

I know I'll have to return to school, that's unavoidable due to being the heir to the throne, but...when I graduate, am I to be both a luna and queen when the time comes?

I don't even think I'd be able to do that...though if I have a choice, I'd gladly give up the throne for Taron...

...if it's my choice...

I feel his lips against my cheek, and it draws me from my thoughts, hearing Taron chuckle, "Hey."

A smile plays on my lips when I giggle back, "Yes?"

"What are you thinking about?" He shifts his hold around me, Ridge coming back with beers in his hands.

Shrugging my shoulders, Ridge sits down next to us while handing Taron his drink and I reply, "This and that."

"Here," Taron holds the beer in front of me and says, "have some. You need to relax; your muscles are so tense."

"I know a way you can loosen her up," Ridge snickers before taking a swig of his beer. Taron punches him in the shoulder and Ridge nearly spits out his sip, coughing and choking as he tries to recompose himself crying, "Hey!"

Grandpa Keir and Alpha Chris are chatting with some of the other adults off near the cars, allowing for the rest of us to have a fun night without them all breathing down our necks. Breathing out sharply, Taron's hands glide down both my arms, my grip on the beer loosening slightly. After a few moments, I bring the can to my lips, tasting my first sip of alcohol and nearly inhaling wrong before I start choking on it and coughing.

Ridge laughs while taking the can from me, Taron also chuckling as I finally can breathe once again. Ridge arches a brow and offers, "Care to try again?"

"Nope!" I shake my head, and Taron holds me closer. At my answer, Taron's grip shifts and he begins to tickle me. I'm almost crying with laughter when I manage to claw my way out of his lap...but it's only to fall onto my side.

Taron leans on his side, his hand lifting until he cups my cheek and brings his lips to mine. Breathing out slowly, I kiss him back, almost toppling over before I'm flat out on my back with him hovering over me slightly. There's a smirk on his face, and my cheeks instantly fill with color. The warm glow of the bonfire behind us creates a musical background of the flames that crackle and reach up to the sky. He leans down, his lips gentle at first before the kiss slowly turns much more passionate.

In between our kiss, Taron breathes out, "I'm thankful for the alphas' because I don't care. My wolf...he wants you...I want you...I don't care if you're human and can't mark me, because I'll always remain faithful to you. You'll never have to worry about where my loyalty lies because it's with you and when I mark you, it'll be for everyone to know that you are mine, Acacia...I love you."

He said it...

My heart nearly leaps from my chest at those words and I pull him closer to kiss me once more. It's between our heated kisses that I whisper to him, "I love you too and...I want you."

"Then you can have me," his voice draws huskier as he says this.

What makes my face turn many shades of red, is Ridge who kneels down next to Taron and me while whispering, "Pst!"

"Rid-" Taron's cut off as we both slowly sit up, watching while other couples are also making out and getting closer to the fire.

"You know, my room's still available," I see the way he wiggles his brows.

Taron surprises me though when he arches a brow while smirking, "Really?"

Ridge offers me a sideways glance before he looks on at the two alphas, his voice low when he chuckles, "I'll cover for the two of you," he winks at us.

"I..." my voice holds caution, but Taron helps me to my feet, and I'm quick to sneak and follow him into the lodge through the mudroom door. We're quiet and smart as he leads me up to the stairs and down the hallway toward Ridge's room. It's very quiet inside, my heart beating fast one of the only things I can hear clearly.

Slowly, once we approach the door, Taron opens it, and I walk inside. I glance around the room while I hear the door shutting quietly behind me, though Taron's arms immediately wrap around my waist once again. I breathe out a small moan when his nose skims down the length of my neck, his teeth scraping the skin near the base of my neck.

"You do want this?" Taron asks, and I feel my heart beating fast in my chest.

It's almost a breathy whisper when I reply, "Yes."

Taron turns me around in his arms, both of his hands cupping my cheeks and bringing our lips together as one. His kisses are different this time, extraordinarily possessive and demanding, another moan leaving my lips when he draws my lower lip between his teeth. My skin's heat intensifies, his hands trailing down from my cheeks and to the sides of my body. His tongue flicks into my mouth when he releases my lower lip, inhale sharply when he picks me up, my legs wrapping around his waist.

Our kissing hardly breaks when he walks with me, and I only exhale again when I feel my back touch down on the bed covers. Taron's lips trail down my neck biting and licking my flesh as he goes, feeling his kisses on my collarbone before he pulls back and reaches for the hem of his shirt. He tears it over his head in one fluid motion, very similar to the actions he performs with my top...my bra following next.

I slightly hide from him, but my eyelids flutter shut when he kisses over my chest, his hands working the button on my jean shorts. He quickly removes them, and I'm also embarrassed when my underwear is taken with them. When I go to try and close my legs, he whispers, "It's alright, I won't hurt you."

While I see the love in his eyes, I hear him remove his shorts, a loud moan leaving my lips when I feel his fingers rub against me. His lips are near my ear, his voice drawing out something from within me when he says, "Remember..." he nips at my lobe, and I cry out, "...I want to hear every moan that's trapped behind your lips."

One of his fingers enters me and my muscles immediately tense as I try and calm myself, enjoying the way it feels once he also adds a second. Biting my lower lip does absolutely nothing, knowing there's so much going on outside, but the two of us are locked at this moment. Taron kisses me once again, feeling myself tighten around his fingers before a very breathy moan escapes my lips.

His eyes meet with mine, seeing the golden irises staring back into mine makes me feel wanted, loved and safe...the way he looks at me...

...I don-

There's a loud banging sound coming from the other side of the door, my heart nearly leaping from my chest because a split second later, the door stands wide open...

...Grandpa Keir and Alpha Chris hardly stop once they're two feet inside the room.

"What the serious fu-"

Taron's livid voice is cut right off because he's not the only one to see a ghost I wish wasn't lingering in the hallway.

Sophia...

...though I can easily tell, she's showing.

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