Betrayed Luna's Fated Mate

-Brendon-

My mate had grown slightly obsessed with the book she had been given. I understood she wanted an answer, but it made me nervous that she read it. I couldn't quite say if I believed any of it, if Celeste really did, or simply wanted an answer as to what was going on with her. I could understand if she simply craved an explanation, but she remained buried with her nose in the book for days, scanning the pages over and over. She didn't even go out with her friends or try to focus on her studies.

Instead, she studied the fucking book. One afternoon, when I came back to our bedroom, she was lying on her stomach, snacking on some chips while reading the book. I sighed and walked over to her, taking the book from her. "Hey!" she exclaimed.

"Shouldn't you focus on some other books? Perhaps your studies?" I suggested.

"This is more interesting. Maybe I should become a shaman," she chuckled.

I rolled my eyes, and she tried to reach for the book, but I placed it behind myself so she couldn't reach it.

"Not funny, Brendon!"

"You have more important things to do," I reminded her.

"This is important!"

"Celeste, this isn't real. Remember that."

"It could be."

"What is it about this book that makes you so obsessed?" I asked.

"Because right now, it's the only thing that can give me an answer.

"You really think you can jump between versions of yourself?" "Maybe..." she admitted.

"Fine, then let's play that game," I sighed.

"What game?"

I placed the book down on the bedside table, then sat down beside her.

"Let's say this is true," I suggested. "Let's say you can jump between different versions of yourself and somehow end up in this version now. What then? What does it change?" "Well, it would be nice to know what I did in my last life and why I only remember pieces of it," she explained.

"And if you could find an answer to it?"

"I don't know."

"Would you want to travel back? Do you feel like you would be happier somewhere else?" I asked, feeling my own fears taking over. However, Celeste quickly began shaking her head. "Of course not."

"Then why is this so important? So you can travel between versions of yourself, so what?" I asked.

"Are you scared I will leave you?" she whispered.

"Isn't that obvious?"

"But why would I do that?" she inquired.

"I don't know. You seem quite obsessed with figuring this out. Maybe you would want to test it."

"But then I could come back again."

"Or you might want to live as another version of yourself."

"But then there would still be a version of me here," she countered, and my head was beginning to throb, playing around in different dimensions.

"I don't like this talk," I admitted.

"I just want to know what's going on with me."

"But haven't you gotten your answer? If you believe in soul traveling, isn't it enough?"

Celeste shook her head.

"Why not?" I asked.

"Because something still feels wrong," she explained.

"What?"

"I don't know, but I have the same feeling as I did from the beginning. Something doesn't add up," she revealed.

"You think there truly is a glitch in reality?"

"Maybe not a glitch, but I want to know why remembering is so painful for me. I mean, remembering you again doesn't hurt, but my other memories feel as if someone is cutting into my brain," she confessed. "I didn't know it felt that painful."

"It does, and I need to know why. Something happened that night at the club," she told me. "I just want to know what."

"You truly think some old book can give you the answer?"

"Maybe it can lead me closer to what I am seeking."

"Or maybe you will never know. Celeste, I don't want you to go on a mission you can never return from," I admitted. "I don't want you to forget to live this life."

Celeste sighed, then slipped a little closer to me. She reached out, placing her hand on my neck and stroking the skin there.

"You're right," she agreed. "I don't want to forget living this life either."

"So tomorrow, you will let it be?"

"I will let it be," she promised.

I smiled and pulled her closer to me, until she had her legs wrapped around my waist.

"Trust me, no matter what life you live, you're mine. I have no doubt about that," I swore.

"I only want to be yours."

I kissed her hard, then pressed her into the bed before taking off my t-shirt. She began unbuttoning her shirt and threw it away when she had gotten it off. I leaned closer to her and kissed her, and she moaned softly. I opened her pants with one hand and then slipped it inside. She whimpered against me when I found her clit and began rubbing it.

"Only I know how to make you feel this way," I whispered.

"Yes, Goddess, yes!"

My mate was so sensitive, and I made her come right away, shaking underneath me and drenching my hand and her panties. She kept crying out as I pushed her through the waves, and then she begged me to slow down a little. I removed my hand and grabbed the sides of her pants, pulling them down and throwing them away together with her underwear before I got undressed too and placed myself between her legs.

I positioned myself and slid inside her, hearing the sweet gasp she let out as I took her. She squeezed her legs around me, holding onto me as I began mating with her. All I wanted was for her to focus on me. She had to let that book go.

"I love you," I confessed, and her eyes filled with so much happiness, yet she struggled to tell me the same as she was still trying to remember us. I didn't rush her, but I did want the Celeste who remembered us back.

"I will remember," she panted, reading me so easily.

"I will make sure you do."

"I know you will."

"Nothing will ever take you from me," I swore.

She wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me closer to kiss me.

"I wouldn't let anything take me from you. I know I belong to you, and only you."

She may be struggling to say she loved me, but she said it in a different way, and it made me pick up the pace, getting lost in her body.

"Ah yes!" she cried out again as she began coming for me. I wasn't far behind her, finding my release not long after and pumping my cum into her.