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SERAPHINA:I didn't wait for the answer to his question before I grabbed my clothes in my hands and ran. I didn't stop. I couldn't stop because if I stopped that means I would have to feel all of it at once. Nadia called after me. I heard her but I kept on running. I found Damien's car keys on the entrance table where he always leaves them. I grabbed them without thinking and drove for forty minutes without having a specific location. I ended up at a bar on the edge of the pack territory. It was opened, thankfully. I didn't care that I was still in my wedding dress as I entered. If people wanted to fucking look at me, let them. Joe, I knew his name because he was putting on a name tag, he was somewhere in his fifties, broad shouldered, dark bearded. He locked eyes with me and pushed a glass of water in front of me without being asked. I pushed it aside “Joe," I said. “Get me a whiskey, please"He looked at my dress, then at my face, he sighed and poured the whiskey anyway.

SERAPHINA:The dress looked beautiful I'd have to admit. Damien was the one who had picked it for me, considering Marcus was well, too tired to give a fuck.I tried to smile as I stared at myself in the mirror. The bodice of the gown were ivory silk and there were small pearl buttons running up the spine that took Nadia twelve minutes to fasten.“Yes, this is a dress that befits a woman about to make the worst decision of her life," I muttered to myself"Stop it,” Nadia shunned. "You look perfect. I've been waiting for this day”I had no doubt that Nadia was more excited about this day than I was. She had always questioned if I could feel. Are you seriously not in love with anyone? She would always ask. I never told her about my crush with the alpha. I hadn't told her about last night. I couldn't tell her. Last night had been shelved in the category of things I needed to forget if I wanted to function like a normal wolf. I had to accept Marcus. He was the one who wanted me. I press

CHAPTER 3SERAPHINA:As his good little slut, I dropped to my knees in front of him. The carpet was rough against my skin but I didn’t care. All I could focus on was him… his cock dangling above my face, begging for me to take it in. His cock bobbed slightly as he stroked himself once more, slow and deliberate, like he was giving me time to change my mind. Like hell, I would. I wrapped both of my hands around the base. I hadn’t done it before, just imagined. He was so thick that my fingers couldn’t cover it. I leaned forward. The scent of him hit me like a drug that I had been craving. My mouth watered instantly at his arousal. I started with his slit first. I drag my tongue slowly tasting the salt and heat of his precum. He hissed through his teeth, one hand fisting in my hair. He wasn’t pulling, at least not yet. “Good girl,” he said out of breath. “That’s it. Taste what you’ve been dreaming about”I opened my mouth wider and took him in. The head stretched my lips, hot and r

CHAPTER 2SERAPHINA:The moment my name came out of his mouth, I wanted to disappear into the mattress. My instincts told me to pull my shirt down, apologize, maybe say some desperate explanation that might save the little dignity I had left. I opened my mouth to give that explanation but the moment he stood in front of me. I couldn’t speak. I swallowed hard. Then he stopped at the mirror where I had hung a picture of him. I covered my face in shame. His jaw tightened. “Sera, were you masturbating to a picture of me?”Blood rushed to my cheeks. I should deny it. I mean that is what anyone would do. “Yes,” I whispered. He didn’t say anything for a long time. My clit was still throbbing from the orgasm I had stolen while moaning his name. His eyes lingered there for a long time. Then he climbed on the bed, dropping on one knee. Oh my fuck, the bed dipped under his weight. Before I could breathe, his large hands wrapped around my legs and dragged me towards him . A small sound c

SERAPHINAThe picture of Damien Wolfe sat beside my mirror. I shouldn’t be doing this, not when I was promised to his son. I had told myself I wouldn’t do it tonight. That was the same thing I said last night and the night before that, and every night for the past four years. I was naked. Like completely naked. I stared at myself at the reflection mirror. My nipples were dark and so hard, begging for his fist around it. Fuck, I dropped onto my bed, legs falling open wide. My breath came in ragged pulls. I couldn’t stop thinking about him. I tried to think about Marcus instead. The man I was supposed to be in love with, the man who held my hand at the packed dinner tonight and smiled at me with those grey eyes that are almost…almost his father’s. Almost. That was the problem, wasn’t it. Marcus was everything I should want. He was handsome and attentive and when he kissed me it was perfectly fine in the way things are fine when something feels missing. Tonight broke something in