Novel-novel oleh Samantha Moose

Alice POVThe whispers buzzed like flies, relentless and impossible to swat away.“Did you see that mark?” “She covered it up—but is that Aiden’s new toy?” “No way. An Omega like her? She’s not even close to Aiden’s standards.” “You know how Alphas get when they’re bored. Poor girl. She has no idea who she messed with.” “She did it on purpose! Honestly, you have no idea how shameless Omegas can be—I heard she sneaked right into Aiden’s territory!”The sneers and mocking voices didn’t let up. But if they thought this cowardly, indirect cruelty—these half-whispered jabs—would actually hurt me, then they clearly knew nothing about an Omega’s life.After years of scraping by at the bottom of the Pack, this level of verbal violence was nothing more than background noise to me.I knew who was watching.The twins.If there was anything strong enough to overpower the rotting stench drifting from the trash can beside me, it was the faint yet unmistakable Alpha pheromones lingering in the a

Alice POVThe next morning’s breakfast didn’t feel any better.The only sound was the scrape of silverware against fine china.I kept my head down, focusing intently on the plate of untouched eggs in front of me. Every movement sent a dull, throbbing ache through my lower body—a constant, humiliating reminder of Ethan’s fingers inside me just hours ago. My thighs felt heavy, my core sore and tender, the phantom sensation of being stretched still lingering with every shift in my seat.It was my first night, after all.Across the table, the twins sat in stony silence.But something was… off.Usually, they were a united front of arrogance and disdain. Today, the air between them crackled with something static.They weren’t speaking to their father. They weren’t even looking at each other.Next to me, little Beck was unusually quiet. No tantrums, no screaming. He just sat there, his small hands gripping his fork, his eyes darting between his brothers, his father, and me.“Eat, Alice,” my

Alice POVEthan’s eyes darkened instantly, the blue turning into a turbulent, almost black ocean. I somehow pulled a trigger I didn’t know existed.He didn’t say a word. He didn’t need to.With a sudden, fluid movement, he grabbed the thick duvet from the bed and shoved a corner of it roughly into my mouth.“Mmph—!”My protest was muffled instantly. I tried to spit it out, but his hand clamped over my jaw, forcing my teeth to sink into the fabric.“Bite down,” he ordered, his voice a low, dangerous growl that vibrated against my skin. “Unless you want everyone in this house to hear exactly how wet you are getting in your firt day into this house.”I glared at him, eyes burning with humiliation and rage, but I bit down. I had to.Satisfied, he shifted his weight, pinning my legs apart with his knees. The leather gloves he wore—black, sleek, and terrifyingly cold—creaked as he flexed his fingers.His gloved hand slid up my thigh, the leather cool and smooth against my heated skin. It wa

Alice POVAfter washing up, I lay on the bed in my new room, staring blankly at the pristine wallpaper and the soft golden glow of the designer lamp.It finally hit me—I was actually living in a mansion.Then exhaustion came crashing down on me.Too much had happened in one day.Bullied out of nowhere at school…Then making that ridiculous bet with the twins…And now, somehow, moving into their house and becoming their stepsister.What kind of cursed destiny was this?I closed my eyes, clinging to the faint hope that everything would disappear when I woke up.But in my dream, a massive black wolf pinned me beneath its weight. Its thick fur brushed against my skin, making me itch and shiver. Its wolfish muzzle nuzzled along my body, warm breaths fanning over my skin, sending tremors all the way through me. Instinctively, I tried to push its head away, but it lowered its muzzle and began licking between my legs.Its tongue—rough, textured, unmistakably predatory—even through my underwea

Alice’s POVRight now, I’m sitting in the Nelson mansion with my mom—across the table from Alpha Lucian and his three sons—pretending this is a “family dinner” instead of the most awkward night of my life.The Nelson twins are directly across from me. Every move is polished, every gesture flawless, their silverware making barely a whisper. They’re like a pair of princes trained at some royal court.Beck, their eight-year-old little brother, is another story. He’s next to me, sawing his dinner knife across the plate so it shrieks against the porcelain, eyes locked on me like a young wolf who’s botched his first hunt—restless, irritated, but itching to bite.If looks could flay skin, I’d be raw by now.At the head of the table, Alpha Lucian eats as though nothing’s wrong. My mom sits beside him, tense but graceful, her left hand hidden under the table—where I can see his much larger hand covering hers.She catches me watching. The look she gives me is full of quiet worry. She’s afraid B

Ethan POVThe old man must had lost his damn mind. At his age, he’d gone and hooked himself an Omega widow, dragged her right into our home like some prize, and now—get this—planned to move her daughter in too. Like they owned the place.Even worse? He wanted that Omega to be the pack’s new Luna. I could have laughed myself sick.Aiden and I had been ready to give the shameless she-wolf and her little tag-along a welcome they wouldn’t forget. What we didn’t expect was for the tag-along to be Alice—the girl who’d slapped Aiden across the face.“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” I blurted, louder than I meant to. She was her daughter? Our shiny new “stepsister”?Alice’s eyes went wide. She took a slow, careful step back toward the stairs, like a bunny catching the scent of a predator. Cute. But all I felt was the sting of irony.“Well,” she said flatly, “Surprise.”I smirked, even as my wolf, Riven, growled low in my chest. Touch her. Now. Smell her. Claim her.Shut up, I snapp

Rita’s voice drifted out from behind Jenny. Her heels clicked down the corridor in a steady, unvarying rhythm: tap, tap, tap. She stepped up beside Jenny, cradling a thick manila folder in her arms; the plastic sleeve squeaked softly under the pressure of her elbow.“Mr. Reach,” Rita said, her tone the cold, polished calm honed by countless courtroom appearances, “if you intend to hash out case details in the hallway, I suggest you have your counsel present. Every word you speak right now may be entered into evidence.”Alexander’s gaze drifted from Jenny to Rita, then snapped back to Jenny. Jenny watched his lips clamp shut. The strain of his clenched teeth sent a sharp click echoing through his temporomandibular joint—a sound louder inside his own ears than it was in the corridor, like someone rapping on a bolted door.Ms. Davies rounded the far end of the hallway. Her heels tapped closer and closer, the same tap-tap-tap cadence, yet each stride shortened by two millimeters: she was

8 a.m. the next day. Family Court, Southern District of New York.Jenny waited at the courthouse entrance for seven minutes. Rita arrived earlier than her, standing on the steps with a folder as thick as a brick in her hands. A few drops of morning rain remained on the transparent plastic bag. The stone lions at the courthouse entrance were washed by the rain, giving them a dark gray sheen. There was also a withered phoenix tree leaf clinging to one of the lion’s paws.When Rita saw Jenny, her gaze lingered on her face for two seconds. The dark circles under her eyes were even more pronounced than yesterday. Her lips were chapped, and there was a red mark on her left cheek, likely from lying on a pillow, extending down to her jawline.“How long have you been sleeping?” Rita asked.“Two hours.”Rita pressed her lips into a thin line. She didn’t ask any further questions and turned to push open the courthouse doors. The brass doorknob made a “click” sound against her palm, and the creak

2 a.m. When Jenny came out of the bathroom, her hair was still wet. Water droplets trickled down from her hair to her collarbone, then down her chest into the neckline of her silk blouse. She put on her usual clothes again: a fog-blue suit and black high heels. The buttons of her blouse were fastened all the way up, with the collar fitting tightly against her throat.Caspian was leaning against the window, holding the aluminum tube of burn ointment in his hand. He was already dressed in his coat, with the collar of his black trench coat raised to cover his chin. He turned the car keys in his other hand, causing a metallic “ding” sound.“He’s in the executive apartment at the Rich Group,” said Caspian. “It’s on East 57th Street, not the penthouse you went to earlier. Alexander had him moved there this afternoon.”Jenny’s fingers paused for a second on the suit buttons. Her fingertips touched the edges of the metal buttons. The buttons were cool to the touch, with the coldness spreading

Her breathing matched his rhythm. She inhaled with each thrust, air rushing in through her nostrils with a “hisss” sound; she exhaled with each pull, air escaping through her lips with a “hah” sound. These two sounds, along with his thrusting, created a layered rhythm: “gurgle”, “hisss”, “gurrr”, “hah” — like a three-part musical composition. He sped up, going from once every two seconds to once every second. The depth of each thrust decreased from full length to two-thirds, with his penis moving rapidly between the middle and deeper parts of her vagina. The vaginal walls couldn’t fully contract and relax in time due to the increased friction. The muscles remained in a semi-taut state, gripping his penis tightly. The heat rose from the constant friction, and the liquid on the latex surface turned into foam.She let out more frequent “chirps, chirps, chirps.” Her moans became continuous. The sounds no longer followed his rhythm; instead, they formed a continuous, trembling line that flo

He removed the pillow from his face and threw it to the foot of the bed. The pillow flipped in mid-air before landing on the carpet with a soft “puff” sound.He stood up. His fingers touched the metal buckle on his belt. With a click, the belt came undone. The leather scraped against the fabric as it was pulled free from the buckle. He hung the belt over the back of the chair. His fingers then touched the buttons and zipper on his pants. The sound of the zipper sliding open was clear in the quiet room—“zip, zip, zip”—with each tooth separating producing a slight metallic click. The pants slid down his hips, over his thighs, and to his ankles. He stepped forward, barefoot on the carpet. The soles of his feet made a “squeak” as they rubbed against the velvet surface.His underwear was black, made of elastic cotton, and fit tightly against his hips and thighs. When he pulled it down, his genitals emerged from the cotton fabric, trembling slightly in the warm light. His erection was full,

His hand slid from the back of her neck to her collar. His fingers touched the metal edges of the suit buttons. He rubbed each button with his fingertips, then pushed them out of their holes. The sound of buttons coming undone was clear in the quiet room—a sharp “click” of metal against fabric. His fingers moved to the second, then the third button. With each button undone, the front of the suit opened slightly more, revealing more of the white silk shirt underneath.His fingers stopped at the bottom button. His fingertips touched the skin between the hem of her shirt and the waistline of her suit skirt. Her abdomen contracted the moment his fingers touched it—the muscle fibers tightened beneath the skin, changing from soft to firm. His fingers remained there for two seconds, as his fingertips sensed the tightness of her abdominal muscles and the rhythm of her chest rising and falling with her breaths.He pushed the suit jacket off her shoulders. The fabric slid down her arms, stoppin