The car was moving slowly through Darkbourne with four people in it that didn't speak.
The atmosphere was tense.
George was driving with James in the front passenger's seat, and Marcy and Nora were in the back.
James was looking out the window with great interest.
It was the first time for James to leave the territory of the Red Moon pack, so for him, this was something like a vacation. Everything was fascinating and if not for George's stern expression, James would ask if they can stop and walk through the town a bit. James hoped he will get a chance to go sightseeing later, ideally, when George is not around.
Nora was quiet since that morning. She spent the night in the back seat of this same car, alone, and she was not in a good mood, but George was there and she didn't dare say anything. George rejected her advances and kicked her out of the room on the previous night, so they were officially hostile. Nora was not sure if George told Marcy that she drugged her, so Nora was not her usual chatty self. Since they left the motel, Nora was looking out the window while hoping that no one will talk to her and she wondered if coming here was a good idea.
Marcy was staring outside absentmindedly while trying to make sense of the mess she found herself in.
Last night, she woke up with George in bed, one thing led to another, and they ended up having sex.
It's not that Marcy was inexperienced, but she never went all the way before, at least not vaginally. She never imagined that it could be so… fulfilling. Was it because it was with George? He was not gentle or caring, but she still had a mind-altering orgasm and she enjoyed it very much.
But then they finished, and her body still twitched as she was coming down from her high when George got out of the bed and left the room without a word.
Marcy made up her mind that what happened between her and George will be kept as a memory. A one-time thing that will never happen again. Did she have any regrets? Not really. It was good and she liked it. And what's the point in regretting anyway? What was done, was done.
What puzzled Marcy was that George avoided eye contact and practically ignored her, and the frown on his face told her that he was pissed.
What was his problem? It's not like she forced him into anything.
She didn't expect him to be lovey-dovey, or friendly, but he could tone down the hostility a bit.
Marcy told herself to focus. With every passing mile, she should think about what's coming.
She was about to meet Alpha Damon again, and she will become his Luna and that's that.
Yes, Marcy lost her v-card, but she didn't think that was a big deal.
It's not like Alpha Damon is a virgin and if he takes that against her, he is an asshole. As much as Damon knows, Marcy could have slept with a throng of guys already, and she would probably still have fewer partners compared to him.
Out of all that, Marcy identified one real problem. Before she becomes Damon's Luna, she will need to make George accept her rejection. What if Damon can't mark her and it all falls apart because of that little technicality? But how can she make George do anything if he won't talk to her?
As for George, he was gripping the steering wheel while his mind replayed scenes from the previous night.
He was irked when he woke up with Marcy's hand in his pants. Where did she get that courage? Did she think of him like some boy-toy that she can play with when she has an itch?
His control snapped and he ended up fucking her.
It was a one-time thing, done in the spur of the moment, and he shouldn't think about it, however… it was her first time.
She was not the first girl he deflowered, but Marcy is not just any girl.
Until last night, George was confident that Marcy is a wanton slut, just like the rest of her family, and if he imagined that obstruction while entering her, he definitely didn't imagine the scent of blood. It was her first time, and she gave it to him. That meant something.
George tried to make sense of the mess in his mind. What was he doing?
Yes, Marcy rejected him, but she was still his mate, and he was driving to deliver her to another man.
George was confident that he can go through with this, and that he can turn this to his advantage in his quest to eliminate the Redmayne family, but after last night, he was not so sure.
Can he be ruthless toward a woman, his mate, who gave him her first time?
The sparks on his cock were out of this world as he was inside her, and George gritted his teeth at the thought of how all that would be so much better if Marcy didn't reject him and cracked the bond between them.
He was not sure if this situation was an opportunity for him and Marcy to try to fix things, or if this was the time to accept her rejection and end this charade for good.
George glanced in the rearview mirror and he saw Marcy sitting in the back seat. Her expression was unreadable, but the fact was that she was going to deliver herself to Alpha Damon.
George didn't get it. Was it possible that Marcy didn't care about George? If not, why didn't she stop him last night? She made the first move, and when George took initiative, she welcomed him with her arms and legs open.
Fuck! Nothing made sense!
He decided not to talk to Marcy until he figures out this mess he created.
Why didn't he push Marcy away last night? If he did, he would still think about her as a cheap superficial slut from the Redmayne family, and he wouldn't have these conflicting thoughts that are jeopardizing plans he worked on for nearly a decade.
Zina and Dawn lined up in front of the main door to welcome guests.
"What's taking them so long?", Zina asked while fidgeting.
"They will be here in a moment.", Talia's voice came from behind.
"How come you are here?", Dawn asked with a small frown on her face. Both Zina and Dawn knew why Marcy was coming, and they wouldn't think much about it if not for the little detail of Talia being Damon's mate.
"Why shouldn't I be here?", Talia asked. "They are guests of the Dark Howlers pack, and I am the host. Will you respect me if I hide in my room until the bad woman goes away?"
Zina gave Talia a thumbs up. "I admire your spirit." If that was her, Zina was not sure if she would avoid Marcy completely or if she would yank her hair off. One of those two. But Talia was here, calm and composed like she was above everything. "No wonder you are the future Luna."
