Elisa’s POV

Without delay, he reached out to the side of my neck and dug in his canines, deep and steady. With a very deep breath and groan, rhyming with mine, he released, both through his steamy cock and lips. Ecstasy filled through my veins, cruising it way up to my heart.

I wanted a moment like this over and over again. Roman in a last stride of taking me reached down to the point of my neck he marked me, nibbling it with his tongue, groaning with pride. He had a mate now, I could see the joy on his face. His smile ignited fire in me. It was unbelievable that I just got a transition from Rhys to Roman.

“I want it again.” I was bold enough to ask a few minutes later as my pussy was still throbbing for his cock. He did have me but this time, I wasn’t breathing any longer. I was getting closer to having a seizure.

I wanted it, but I couldn't talk. My second climax was going to hit like lightning. Roman and I would drop to the bed, sleeping for the night and savoring the spicy bliss in our dream. Next second I felt we would climax, his thrusts paused and he trembled. I turned, blinking in shock and anger thinking he’s doing it on purpose. It could have been the greatest punishment I’ve ever gotten from anyone. Roman cursed.

When he intended to thrust inside of me again, he trembled. What’s wrong? Roman cursed again and next I heard a deep sound. When I turned, he collapsed over me, sweat dripping down his back as he kissed my collarbone with trembling lips.

I held him close, still shaking, still not grabbing what happened. Could he be cursed because he has broken his vows to the moon goddess? Did we really feel a mate bond to justify what we did or is it merely infatuation?

So many thoughts began to fill my head as I stared at him lying there shaking and sweating. I’d never seen or heard of a case like this. He didn’t collapse from loss of energy, we only attempted two rounds. Even an Omega could go five times in a row but he here had an Alpha wolf, why should this happen?

Something deeper is wrong!

I can’t tell what made me look at my body. “Ouch—” It escaped from my lips.

Roman jerked up with concern, even in his state. “What?”

I looked back down again, this time pointing my finger at the spot.

There, right between my right breast was a strange mark glowing faintly. It wasn’t a bruise. It was shaped like a bigger hickey, much deeper than a hickey.

A mate mark.

“Oh my God,” I breathed. This has never occurred before. Roman never gave me any mark on my breasts. He just sucked, he didn’t bite. Where is this mark now from?

His eyes dropped to the mark. Horror crossed his face. But then something stranger happened.

Another mark appeared. Right beside the first. This one looked older. Faded. Like it had been tattooed into his skin a long time ago. Roman stared at it in disbelief. “No. No, that’s not possible. It can’t be.”

Looks like he knows something!

“What is that?” I asked, sitting up and clutching the sheet around me with fright. “Am I cursed from sleeping with a consecrated priest?”

He didn’t answer which only made my heart thump even louder. I stood up from the bed, standing. He stumbled backward, eyes wide, heart pounding so loud I could hear it from here.

“I already had a mate,” he whispered. “But she… she died.”

My mouth fell open. Something had already told me, this isn’t going to work. I complained right inside of me.

“Please listen to me.” He begged. “I really want us to work.”

I smirked, in shock I wasn’t his first mate.

“Wait. You were mated before?” I wanted to be sure and nodded slowly. “Three years ago before I became a priest. I loved her so much but she died in the war. I was so sad that I decided to join the priesthood.”

My mind went back. Same time I lost Rhys.

Is this coincidence so that we meet?

As I feared we weren’t going to work, my wolf was still pulling in a thousand and one reason we were meant to be together.

“How did she die?”

“She died of excessive blood loss after saving me from a rogue attack which was supposed to cost my life. I’d stumbled into the woods at night upon suffering from insomnia, not knowing the werewitches were physically having their meeting.”

He paused, dropped his head, breathing so hard.

“One of us was captured and was being slain for a sacrifice which wasn’t meant to be seen by anyone. They grabbed me and decided I would be used as their next sacrifice since I came in to destroy their face.”

Tears began to form in his eyes. Seeing an Alpha wolf like him shake means it was so terrible. Werewitches were rare, why because they are never known. They operate in secret and conduct their activities in the dead of the night, before he went to find them, he must have really gone so far. The government hunts them for execution being the cause of wars, deaths and some rogue attacks with their powerful influence but they can’t really hunt them down since there’s no physical sign to identify them in a glance.

From what I heard, they look like us. Nothing different except when they have to shift which they will never before normal werewolves on a normal day. Their wolves look more skeletal, claws longer than us. Instead of walking on four, they walk on two.

Merely imagining this in my head got me shrugging my shoulders and shivering. They look really creepy from those that have managed to see them and return alive.

My thoughts returned back to Roman’s confession. Slowly fear began to grip me. “Could his first mate be a werewitch dying to save him?” I uttered, unconscious that I was loud and he heard me. I saw him nod and I stumbled backwards.

“Goddess?” I screamed.

The story couldn’t end well. “She was the leader of them all, a young girl, quite beautiful, cool and kind, unlike them.” He looked away, sinking in thoughts. “She offered herself for the sacrifice, making me promise never to be with another woman. Till she returns back three years later.”

I cocked my head.

“And you didn’t tell me?” I was in a mess. Tears formed. I’d mated with someone I wasn’t supposed to.

Roman managed to rise up, grabbing me gently with remorseful eyes. “It’s been three years and she never returned. I presume she’s dead forever, she will never return.”

He sniffled.

“After that night she saved me and I watched her get slain by her colleagues before running away. I felt I would endanger myself if I ever got another mate, so I joined the priesthood.”

My hands went to my head, then to the two strange marks that appeared on my chest, then back to him.

“What does this mean?” My lips quivered as I asked, pointing to my chest.

“Roman,” I whispered. “What does this mean?” I insisted upon his no-answer. He looked at me with guilt. “It means I have two mates. A promised mate and you, my fated mate.

“But that’s impossible.” We could only have one mate at a time. This strange sign on my chest somehow told me that his first mate was still alive and somewhere.

“I know,” he snapped, then gripped me more. “I want you. It’s with you I’ve really felt what it means to love. With her, I just felt what it meant to be loved.”

Those were the two clear differences.

“There must be a way to stop it—” I muttered, breathing deeply as my eyes searched Roman’s face.

He cleared his throat, putting his face on a serious note. “No.” His voice was hard. Final. “One of you has to be rejected. That is the law over here when such things happen. We are from different packs, we have different rules.”

I folded my hands across my chest, not knowing what to say again.

“So who are you going to reject?” My face edged up, somehow preparing for some disappointment.

“I can only want you. She loved me but is no more. I promised to give out that love to someone else, to show that person how love is and that’s YOU.”

I blushed really hard, forgetting about the situation I’d found myself in. I was going to pull him into a big hug when the doorbell rang. My spirit nearly left my body. Peering through my phone screen, it was past midnight.

“Oh my goodness!” I grabbed my chest. “Who could that be?” I panicked, gazing at Roman. He strengthened up, bent down and put on his clothes, urging me to do the same. Then he leaned and kissed me on the cheek. Picking up his cross and holy water, he gestured to me to follow him upon dressing up to the living room to check out who it was.

“I'm not a werepriest for no reason. We are in this together so far as you’re the mate the moon goddess destined for me—“