Sequel to "The Sun". Prequel to "The Truth". Background to "Good things come to those who wait". Melissa is a strong woman and she deserves a character study of her own, and how her romantic and/or sexual relationships changed her.
Assumption - Melissa and Peter have a secret lust and hate relationship from the moment she learns he is a werewolf until he's taken to Eichen House.
The Moon
I've never been more stereotypically Latina than when I'm arguing with Peter. The beast drives me crazy!
"He's my son!" I yelled throwing the glass of wine at his head.
I didn't even see him move. The glass broke on the wall at the height his head should have been, but his head was half an inch from me now, eyes glowing.
"You gave him life. I gave him power! I gave him a second life and now he's more mine than yours!"
I'm afraid and aroused at the same time. I hate that he can sense both these things. I hate him.
"Just say the word, and you can join us."
His voice turned from steel to silk and my head is spinning. He's made this offer before and in my sane moments I try to figure out why he's repeating it. In my insane moments, like this one, I think about letting him turn me just to have the chance to be the one to rip his throat out and take all his power.
I'm hardly ever sane when it comes to him. How can he even offer this? He's not an alpha anymore. This beast knows more than any of us.
But I don't say the word, and I can see him knowing from my heartbeat that I'm calming down. He always tries to bring me to the edge on sanity before offering me the change. I'd lie if I said I'm not tempted. I'd like to be able to re-build the bridge between me and my son. Ever since Scott changed, we're more like friends than mother and son. I like being his friend, but I'm his mother. I can't stand being a liability to him.
And yet that's what I am. Especially when I'm alone with the most cold-blooded, manipulative, calculating bastard I'd ever met. No one would even know what happened to me if he decides to kill me.
We've met like this many, many times. We've had crazy passionate sex and neither Scott, nor Isaac, two werewolves who live in my house, not even Derek who is far more experienced than them, no one had been able to notice. Werewolves are supposed to be able to smell even trace amounts of scent, and yet Peter is able to have them all fooled. And again I wonder, just how much this beast knows. He has me ensnared. If I ask anyone who knows anything about werewolves, I'd lead them to my dirty little secret. No. Not little. Fucking Peter Hale on a regular basis is not by any definition of the concept a little secret.
He can kill me with no consequences. We both know this, and yet every time I get the itch, I call him. Every time I call, he comes. He makes the arrangements and we get a room in a different hotel and it happens again. He can never say no and I think that he might hate me for this.
We don't hate each other enough to end this unsuitable, unhealthy, insane affair. He would kill me for power. I would kill him for my son. As long as neither comes into play, we continue our addiction.
Every time he offers me the change, I'm tempted. What stops me?
