Chapter 4

[Kaelen's POV]

"Kaelen... please... I need you..." the AI voice whimpered. "Fuck me, Kaelen..."

I ripped the earbud out and threw it on the desk. My chest heaved. I was breathing hard, like I'd just run ten miles.

On my phone, the video looped.

I had paid a tech team a fortune to make it. In the video, a digital ghost with Sia's face wore a sheer black nightgown... the kind I wanted to tear off her body.

But the high faded fast.

I looked at the screen, at her fake face, and felt sick. Self-loathing crashed over me.

Pathetic.

I was the Summit Alpha. I could have any woman I wanted. Yet here I was, getting off to a fake video of an eighteen-year-old girl.

Fake. It was all fake.

I reached out to close the app. Then, my nose flared.

The scent hit me.

It was faint, drifting through the crack in the door. But to an Alpha, it was loud.

Salty sweat. Vanilla. Wild berries. And underneath... the sweet, heavy smell of an aroused female.

My hand froze.

Sia heard.

I didn't feel shame. I felt a jolt of electricity straight to my groin.

She stood outside my door. She listened to the wet, slapping sounds of my hand. She heard me groan her name.

What did she think? A dark smirk touched my lips. Did she touch herself? Are her little panties wet right now because of her 'Daddy'?

The thought made me hard again. Instantly.

I stood up and moved silently. I followed the scent trail straight to Sia's bedroom.

I turned the handle. Unlocked. Careless girl.

Moonlight filled the room. Sia was curled up in the middle of the big bed, buried under the duvet.

I walked to the edge. My footsteps made no sound.

"Sia," I whispered.

She didn't move. She was faking it.

I could hear her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird. Her breathing was too shallow.

She was awake. And she was terrified.

I stood over her, a monster admiring his pet. My eyes traced her shoulder, the curve of her neck where her pulse jumped wildly.

I reached out. My hand hovered inches above her skin.

The heat coming off her was intoxicating.

I imagined grabbing her, pinning her to the mattress, and asking her exactly what she heard. I imagined checking those silk sheets to see if she was as wet as she smelled.

My erection throbbed against my zipper. A painful ache.

Not yet, my rational mind warned. She's scared. Take it slow.

I pulled my hand back, curling my fingers into a fist. Instead, I gently tucked the duvet higher around her shoulder.

I leaned down, lips right at her ear. I knew she could feel my hot breath.

"Good night, my mate," I murmured. A low rumble just for her and her wolf.

She shuddered under the covers.

Satisfied, I turned and walked out. I needed another ice-cold shower.

(Vivian's POV)

2,00 AM.

I collapsed onto the cheap plastic chair.

The pile-up on the interstate was a bloodbath. I had operated for six hours straight. My scrubs were stained, my back was breaking. I just wanted silence.

Click.

The lock turned. My head snapped up.

Leo stood there.

Twenty-six. Blond hair, hazel eyes, broad shoulders. The hospital's golden boy. But tonight, he wasn't smiling.

He leaned against the door, crossing his arms. His biceps strained against his blue scrubs.

"Leo, unlock the door," I sighed. "I need to rest."

"Rest?" He pushed off the door, restless and angry. "Or do you need to go back to that castle? To him?"

"Don't start," I warned, standing up. "I'm doing this for Sia's safety."

"Bullshit," Leo growled. He closed the distance in two strides, backing me up until my hips hit the desk. "You're playing house with Alpha Moneybags."

"He is my fiancé, Leo!"

"He's a statue, Vivian! He's cold and old, and he doesn't look at you the way I do."

Actually, Kaelen was a year younger than me. But before I could speak, Leo's hands grabbed my waist. He hoisted me onto the desk.

He stepped between my legs. His body heat was impossible to ignore. He smelled like antiseptic and sunshine, so different from Kaelen's dark, heavy scent.

"Leo, stop..." My protest was weak.

"Tell me to stop," he challenged, face inches from mine. "Tell me your wolf doesn't want this puppy."

He didn't wait. He crashed his lips onto mine.

It was a hungry, desperate kiss. I gasped, and his tongue tangled with mine.

My hands found his thick, golden hair, pulling him closer.

I melted.

Moon Goddess, I was so tired of being strong. For a moment, I just wanted to be wanted.

Leo's hands roamed over my body. He kneaded my breasts roughly through the scrubs. His other hand slid up my thigh, thumb pressing into my soft flesh.

His fingers thrust deep into my wetness. He shifted angles, probing me. Slick juices ran down his fingers and dripped onto the floor.

When he pulled his fingers out, I rocked my hips against the empty air, needy. He yanked down his waistband and gripped his thick, hard shaft.