The Alpha's Untamed Luna

Charlotte's POV

I tried to yank his hand off me, but his grip on my arm was just too strong for some reason—it was as if his fingers were made of iron. I clenched my jaw, frustration boiling inside me as I tugged harder. "Get your hands off me," I demanded, my voice sharp, trembling with anger as I continued trying to pry his hand away from me.

"How dare you hug my mate in that manner?" he growled, his voice deeper than usual—gritty, feral. That wasn't just Jasper talking anymore. His wolf had taken control. It was in his tone, the way his eyes gleamed with untamed fury, and the way his entire body tensed like a coil ready to snap.

"I'm sorry, my Alpha," JK apologized instantly, lowering his head in submission. But that apology did nothing to calm the storm inside Jasper. If anything, it riled him up even more.

Without warning, he shoved me aside. My feet stumbled backward, and I barely caught myself before hitting the ground. Jasper dashed toward JK, who had just gotten to his feet and bowed again, still trying to show his respect. It didn't matter. Jasper didn't care.

He launched a heavy, brutal punch across JK's face, sending him crashing to the ground again. And just when I thought that was it—just one display of dominance—Jasper didn't stop. He bounced on him like a wild beast, fists slamming into JK with the speed and rage of a lightning storm. His knuckles flew mercilessly, again and again, until I couldn't stand it anymore.

"Jasper! Stop!" I screamed and rushed toward them, my heart racing with panic. I punched him in the chest, hoping it would snap him out of it. It didn't. It was like hitting a stone wall. Useless. I kicked him—hard—twice in the chest. That got his attention. He paused, only for a few seconds, but it was enough for me to drag JK up from the ground.

"You have no right whatsoever to treat my friend in that manner!" I lashed out at him, standing firmly between him and JK like a human shield. I stood there like armor, determined not to let him touch him again.

"I made you one of the top warriors. I sent my mate there not for you to form any sort of friendship with her. How dare you hug her? You like her, huh?" Jasper snarled, his voice venomous, as he shoved JK hard on the shoulder.

"Jasper, stop that! I am not your mate. You know where your mate is!" I shouted, my fury spilling out as I stood tall. "You can't harm him simply because he's your subject. That doesn't make him a pawn to you."

JK stepped back, clearly trying to disappear into the background, to get as far away from this chaos as possible. But Jasper kept going.

"So he has the right to hug you? Tightly? As though his life depended on it? Feeling your boobs against his chest as though he badly wants his mouth in your tits—" His voice was laced with pure jealousy, and every word made my stomach churn.

Right now, he sounded so childish to me. His words were so degrading, they made my blood boil. His jealousy wasn't just disturbing—it was disrespectful.

"Jasper, can you hear yourself right now?" I snapped. "We're friends. And of course we can hug each other. How do these corrupted words you're spitting relate to a simple hug?"

Before I could say more, I noticed JK running. I turned sharply to stop him, but he had already disappeared into the thick bush surrounding the training area.

"Oh, you don't know the relationship between a hug and sex? Stop acting all dumb with me when you know exactly what the both of you were doing on that bench!" Jasper's voice was sharp, accusing, his breathing erratic.

His anger was spiraling out of control, but I was done being silent.

"It's clear that you have a problem with yourself!" I shouted, my eyes burning with tears of rage. "You think everyone is as irresponsible as you are? It's obvious that you have something deeper with everyone you hug—but let me make something clear to you: we are two different people. I make friends with a pure heart—"

He cut me off suddenly, stepping toward me with such intensity that it made me pause. His eyes were wild, filled with disbelief and bitterness.

"That's how it all starts," he whispered, teeth clenched so hard his jaw trembled. "A lady can never be just friends with a guy. Quote me anywhere. And trust me, you're not doing a test of it with my mate."

His voice was low but laced with possessive rage. His veins popped along his forehead and arms, pulsing with fury. His breathing was so loud it felt like he might burst if he didn't get a hold of himself soon.

"Jasper, you're defining yourself right now. This is simply your insecurities speaking," I said, my voice shaking, but I stood my ground. "I don't care. Your insecurities and your twisted thoughts can't stop me from making friends."

I turned around sharply and began to walk toward the narrow road, my chest heaving, trying to calm myself.

But he dragged me back again. Hard.

I spun around, my eyes blazing. My hand itched to slap him across the face, and I wanted to so badly. But I stopped myself. That would only make things worse.

"How dare you walk out on me?" he growled, pulling me even closer. Our faces were so close now that I could feel the heat from his breath against my skin.

"I can't stand here listening to you spout—" I started, ready to say something that would surely send him over the edge, but before I could finish, he brushed his lips against mine.

It was brief… but intense.

A shiver ran down my spine.

"You love that, right?" he asked, but I said nothing. I was frozen, staring straight into his deep green eyes. They didn't need to say a word. They were pulling me into a place I wasn't prepared for—like a spell slowly binding me.

He stared deeper into me as though he could see the entire world through my soul. Then he sealed our lips in a full kiss, one that sent a thousand jolts through every nerve in my body. He nibbled on my lips gently, then sucked on them with care—slowly, at first, teasing me, making me crave more.

The moment grew more intense. Passionate. He stared into my eyes as his lips moved against mine, making my skin tingle. My hands moved on their own, wrapping around his neck, holding him like I'd never wanted to let go.

He pushed his tongue in, seeking entrance, and I gave it to him without resistance. Our mouths danced in sync, slow and deep. Our heartbeats aligned like a rhythm only we could feel.

"You're mine," he whispered breathlessly into my ear, his voice low and husky as his lips moved down to my neck. He kissed the mark there, and I instinctively bent my neck, giving him better access, my eyes fluttering closed.

He moved up to my ear again, his lips grazing the sensitive spot gently before sucking on my earlobe.

It felt like heaven on earth.