LOGIN•• Damien’s POV •••
I groaned as the naked she-wolf kneeling between my spread thighs bobbed her head up and down and took my cock deeper into her mouth.
Gathering her long hair with my hand into a ponytail, I pressed her face onto my pubes, keeping her head in place for a few seconds, feeling her saliva dripping onto my nuts until she gagged before I released her.
She quickly withdrew, gasping for air, and I smirked when I saw her looking debauched - tears were running down her face, her lipstick was smeared, and her lips were slightly swollen. Instead of looking irritated, she smiled seductively and opened her mouth in invitation again, sticking her tongue out in the process.
Such a slut for my cock, I thought and smirked again.
I would be fucking insane if I didn’t give her want she offered. I slapped my dick a few times against her tongue and, without warning, thrust it deep into her mouth again, fucking her face mercilessly, making sure the head of my dick kept hitting the back of her throat.
I rolled my eyes when she finally tapped her hands on my thighs after I held her head against my pubes for the umpteenth time. I hadn’t even felt satisfied with the blowjob yet, and she had already given up when she knew I liked it rough.
But no worries about it; I could still fuck her cunt. I hauled her up and tossed her to the couch. She tried to lie down on it, wanting to do some face-to-face fucking, but hell no! There would be no looking into each other's eyes. Fucking was just fucking, and she should know it.
Instead, I yanked her and positioned her so her upper body was facing the sofa’s backrest and her already wet cunt was spread out for me to use.
I grabbed my shaft and ran it along her dripping clit. “Such a greedy cunt. You got drenched just from blowing me?”
She opened her mouth to respond, but I plunged my thick and long cock, turning her reply into a loud cry. I didn’t give her time to adjust to my size because she was a whore for my cock.
Just as expected, a few minutes later, she began moaning loudly. The harder I pounded into her, the louder her moan of pleasure.
I smacked her ass cheeks and grabbed them hard until they were red, but she enjoyed it like the slut she was.
Fuck, I loved it when I could use she-wolf like this without her complaining, no matter how rough I was.
I spread her ass cheeks and let spit on it, finger fucking her while I fucked her pussy.
“Yes, yes, Alpha! Fuck me in both my holes!” she screamed in pleasure, and her pussy wall spasmed from her orgasm.
I leaned down and whispered in her ear, “Brace. I’m gonna wreck your ass.”
I pulled my cock out of her pussy and impaled her ass in one swift stroke. She cried out in pain, but just like before, I didn’t fucking care.
Her ass was tight, and it felt much better than her pussy. I felt the tingling sensation on my spine down to my balls, knowing I was close.
I increased my tempo, chasing my release, when she cried out so loud, “Yesss!!!!” and squirted all over my sofa.
Goddamnit, with my balls already pulled up close to my dick and ready to explode, suddenly her ass clenched tightly around my dick, and I knew I was going to fall over the edge.
I pulled out and turned her over, stroking my length fast above her face. She knew what I needed. She opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, and that was what sent me over the edge.
My cum shot out, and I targeted the tip of my cock so each rope of cum would land on her tongue. I kept stroking myself until no cum was left on my balls before offering her to clean my dick with her mouth. She still greedily sucked on my cock, wanting to get my dick to harden again for a second round, but I pushed her away and sat on the sofa.
That fucking she-wolf followed me and sat beside me, trying to cuddle with me.
“Alpha, I heard you’ll need a Luna soon.” She drew patterns on my chest as if it could make her look cuter or something, but in reality, it just disgusted me. “Since we’ve had our arrangements the longest, maybe I…”
I became so irritated with her. Yes, she has been my longest-standing hookup, and she should know how I operated. Why was she hinting that she wanted to be my Luna now? Had I been too nice to her?
As the Alpha of the Infernal Shadows Pack, North America's largest werewolf pack, I lived life on my own terms.
While I never compromised on pack business, I preferred keeping my romantic life uncomplicated. Countless she-wolves wanted to share my bed, and I welcomed many of them. Thank Goddess, as supernatural beings, we could not contract those sexual diseases as humans did.
Back to my romantic life. Ah, yes, sharing my bed I had no problems with, but becoming my Luna?
I pushed her away and began putting my clothes on. “You knew our arrangement, and yet you crossed that line today. Sorry, but we are done here.”
Realizing she had said the wrong thing, she begged me to forgive her, that she wouldn’t bring it up again. I knew no matter how many times she promised, she would bring it up again in the future. She wasn’t the first to do so.
I left her in the hotel as she kept begging me, but I couldn’t care less about her. My Beta, Beta Noah, was already waiting for me in the car as usual.
“Escort the she-wolf out and never let her enter my suite again,” I ordered him once I settled in the back passenger seat.
Noah nodded and left the car to do what I had instructed.
“Damn right, you finally got some sense,” my wolf, Eros, spoke in my mind. “It’s time to find our fated mate.”
I rolled my eyes and ignored him.
“You know that the Pack Council has started looking for a new Alpha as your 30th birthday approaches, right?” Eros reminded me.
“Those old fossils!” I spoke to my wolf through gritted teeth. “Always meddling in other people’s business.”
“They are called ‘Elders’, Damien, not ‘old fossils’,” Eros reprimanded me.
“I can call them anything I want,” I snapped, fuming. “I had single-handedly expanded our pack's business empire and filled everyone's pockets with money. Yet they deemed me unfit as Alpha just because I refused to bind myself to a mate. They even will not hesitate to denounce me from my alpha position because they insisted cubs were the pack's future! That’s just bullshit! What kind of century are they living in?”
“I know, but the Pack Council-”
“Yeah, yeah,” I replied with a sigh. I knew what Eros was trying to say. The Council wielded considerable power; I couldn't just ignore them. But After years of leading the pack to become North America's strongest, I wouldn't hand over my pack to someone else. Over my dead body, I would allow it.
Lighting a cigarette out of frustration, I took a long drag, letting the smoke fill my lungs and calm me down.
“You know werewolf nicotine is bad for your health, don’t you?” Eros complained in my head, and once again, I ignored him while I unwillingly started to flip through my mind, thinking of the she-wolves I knew, sorting through them for potential candidates to become my Luna.
While I was frustrated, suddenly my phone rang, and when I saw the number on my phone screen, I was stunned. It was a number from five years ago…
My mind immediately drifted to the scentless she-wolf from back then. I had attended Alison Ellis’s birthday party, the only heiress to the Moonlit Guardian Pack, expecting boredom as usual with many she-wolves trying to get my attention but finding intrigued instead.
No matter how many she-wolves I had bedded since then, her sweet taste had haunted me since that night.
It took me effort to get her number, and I had given her my business card, but she never called me, and being an Alpha with no shortage of she-wolves, I didn’t contact her either, although she kept popping into my mind for the last five years.
I wondered what she wanted from me now. Curiosity got the better of me, and I finally answered her call.
“Hello? Is this Alpha Damien of the Infernal Shadows Pack?” I heard her ask and frowned as I noticed her voice was hoarse, not as sweet as five years ago.
“I’m Victoria Solace,” she continued before I could reply. “We met five years ago, and you gave me your business card.”
“So you still remember me?” I teased her.
“I… Umm…” I swore I could hear her blush and decided to spare her from my teasing.
“I suppose you need something from me now that you are calling me?” I asked with a raised brow, although she couldn’t see it.
“Yes,” she answered, and her voice somehow became less hoarse. There seemed to be a hidden strength underneath it. “I’m currently at the Goldclaw Pride Pack and in need of your help. You are the only one who can help me now.”
Hearing her words, my lips curled into a mischievous smile as a brilliant idea suddenly struck me.
“Five years ago, when I gave you my business card, I told you to call me if you need my help, and I’m going to honor my promise,” I tried to keep my voice steady, not showing my excitement. “But I have a condition of my own that you need to meet.”
“What’s the condition?” her voice turned eager. I guessed she really needed my help, or she wouldn’t be so keen to know what my condition was.
But I didn’t tell her right away. “You’ll understand once I arrive at the Goldclaw Pride Pack and meet you.” I kept her guessing.
“Oh,” she sounded disappointed but told me she would wait for me.
“Oh, please, I know what you are thinking,” Eros rolled his eyes and mocked me, but I remained noncommittal.
•• Victoria’s POV •••Five years later.The ceremony was held in a sun-drenched meadow, a far cry from the usual grandeur expected of Alpha weddings—but Oli wouldn’t have it any other way. It was private. Peaceful. Just her, Liam, and a handful of close friends.Oli looked stunning in her ivory gown—sleeveless, clean-cut, with a high slit that screamed, "I’m still an Alpha, don’t forget it". Her hair was swept into a crown braid, a few strands artfully loose around her face. Her smile, though? That was real. Soft. Steady.Liam stood beside her in his usual black suit, eyes unreadable but unwavering. He looked every bit the quiet protector he’d always been, only now something had shifted. The way he looked at her, it wasn’t just pretend anymore.It never had been.What started as a fake bond, a shield against tradition, had slowly turned into
•• Victoria’s POV •••Three months passed in the blink of an eye.The scent of cedar and musk lingered in the air, wafting through the sleek new lobby of my company headquarters—modern, elegant, and entirely mine. The soft hum of excitement buzzed through the walls as press crews gathered for the launch of our newest fragrance: Forever.Designed as a men’s scent, it was everything Damien embodied—warm, dominant, earthy, and addictive. It was the first time I’d publicly tied a fragrance to something so personal, but I didn’t hesitate. This one wasn’t just about scent. It was about him. About us. About the bond that now pulsed in my neck and burned in my soul.The bottle shimmered in its black-gold finish. Simple. Bold. Like the man it was inspired by.Felix stood beside me as I answered the final round of questions from the press, his Beta aura calm and st
•• Victoria’s POV •••Silence greeted us in the pack house. Not the kind that haunted, but the kind that wrapped around me like a warm cloak after a long storm. I didn’t realize how much tension I had carried until now—until I felt the air shift the moment Damien locked the door behind us and turned to face me.His eyes, dark with restraint and longing, didn’t leave mine. Not even for a second.“Elijah’s mark is gone,” he said, voice low, possessive. “There’s nothing left of him on you now. It'll be my mark from now on. No one else’s.”I swallowed hard, my pulse quickening. “Then mark me.”A snarl of hunger slipped past his lips. In the next heartbeat, he was in front of me—pulling me into his arms, kissing me like he needed it to breathe. His mouth crashed into mine, and I melted into him, arching into his touch.
•• Victoria’s POV •••The chamber doors groaned open with the weight of final judgment.I stood beneath the high arch of the werewolf court, shoulders squared, heart steady. The stone floor beneath my boots felt colder than usual. Above us, carved wolves stared down in silence from their thrones of marble. They'd seen centuries of justice handed out. Today would be no different.The first time I came here was to witness Diana's trial. The second time was when the perfume industry was restored. Today, it was about a whole different matter.The room pulsed with authority. A dozen Elders sat at the curved dais, each one cloaked in robes that bore the insignia of ancient bloodlines. Their presence was overwhelming, but I did not bow. I had learned to stand straight under pressure—to meet judgment head-on.Behind me, Damien stood like a wall of silent fire. His presence didn’t oversh
•• Victoria’s POV •••The room was too quiet for a place that had just witnessed a birth—and a death. I stood at the edge of the nursery, my arms crossed over my chest, but not out of defense. I was holding myself together. Barely.“She didn’t even get to hold her,” I whispered.Damien said nothing. His hand hovered behind me, unsure whether to touch or pull away.“She gave birth, then died on the table,” he finally said. “Evelyn’s body will be taken care of. There’s nothing else anyone can do.”“Nothing else anyone can do?” I turned to face him slowly. “There’s a baby, Damien.”His jaw tensed. “I know.”I stared at the crib through the glass—so small, so pink, with that tuft of black hair and tiny fists clenched as if she already knew the world could be cruel. A nurse reached in to adjust her blanket. She made a sound, a little hiccup-like cry that went straight through my ribcage.“She’s innocent.”“She’s Elijah and Evelyn’s child.”“She’s still innocent," I insisted.Damien exhaled
•• Damien’s POV •••The wind howled as I tore through the forest, each step faster than the last, Eros snarling low inside me.Martin’s directions had led us south to the ruins of an old chapel hidden beneath the shadows of gnarled trees. The air was heavy with the scent of iron and ash. Her scent. I felt it like a dagger to my chest.Noah and two of my warriors flanked me, their breaths ragged with exertion. But I didn’t wait for them.I didn’t stop.I vaulted through the shattered doorway of the ruin, heart pounding, claws bared—And I saw her.She lay on the broken stone floor, blood smeared down her arm and soaking the front of her torn dress. Her skin was ghost-pale, and yet—her hand still gripped a jagged shard of tile, red dripping from its edge. Evelyn lay only a few feet away, clutching her abdomen and writhing, clearly wounded.My







