EPISODE FOUR

Condemning others is so easy—until the day you find yourself standing in their shoes.

Zevara's POV

“Ze—vara,” he repeated, slowly, gently. But what I heard was a moan. A moan that's unravelling me.

The way my name rolls out of his tongue causes my pussy to split open, and I feel my juice pull out into my lace panties. The way he whispered my name like a prayer chant made my nipples harden.

Zevara!!!

Put yourself together.

I swallowed hard. I tried to lift my legs, tried to bow deeply to the Alpha, but my body? Useless. Except that my knees want to buckle. My brains? Frozen. Except that it's imagining how I want this man to claim me.

Now he has descended the stairs and was standing at the foot, yet his eyes never left me.

Then Nina rushed back towards me, reached for my arms, her fingers digging into it. “Don't be rude, Zev,” she whispered. Then he led me forward. “Say hello.“

Only then did I get back my senses. Only then did I realize that I was in front of the most powerful man in North America. But even at that….

“Hello, Alpha,” I said, my voice barely audible. I lowered my head, trying so hard not to look at the place—whose name I don't want to mention.

“Zevara,” he called again. His voice is deeper—like he knows just how much I'm trying to stay focused.

He shoves his thick hands in his jeans pockets—one I would prefer he use to grip my hips instead and bend me over a counter.

He continued. “Welcome to The Eclipse Pack.“

That voice. Deep. Melodic. Pulsing through my clit.

I swallowed hard, nodding. “Thank you, sir,” I managed with every ounce of strength inside me. “And thank you for the scholarship and letting me stay here. It means a lot to me.“ That was the longest statement I had said since he stepped into this room.

“Alright. Enjoy your stay here,“ he says.

“I will see you later, Daddy,” Nina says.

She grabbed my wrist, and together we climbed the stairs.

I could still feel his eyes on me. Like he was looking at the swaying of my ass, and for the first time ever, I didn't someone looking. If anything, I was tempted to sway my ass harder so he could stare all he wanted. So I can make him just as horny as he made me.

“Why would you space out like that?“ Nina asked, letting go of my wrists the moment we reached the top floor.

“I don't know—” I murmured, then stopped talking because my voice didn't sound like mine. It sounded like that of a needy bitch. “I'm just a bit… nervous in front of your dad.“

She managed a small smile. “Fine…. Daddy's presence can be suffocating at times.“ Then she patted my back gently. “Don't worry. You will get used to it.“

Yeah… maybe I don't want to get used to it.

Maybe I liked the effect he had on me.

The way he made my body tremble with just a single glance.

The way he made my clit ache with just a sound of his voice.

The way it seems like he was going to make me cum without even touching a strand of my hair yet.

Father… Lord, save me.

I rubbed my thighs together—trying to control the need inside me.

How can I be lusting after a man who is over twice my age? My best friend's father. A married man!

This doesn't make sense, does it?

I forced a smile at her. I didn't realize when the next word slipped out. “He is so handsome and well-built too.“

Nina didn't say a word. Her expression was blank.

And fuck, that was when I realized what I had just said. And maybe my words had revealed everything going on inside me. “I don't… mean it like that,” I said quickly, waving my hands at her. “I just meant to say, he is different from the Alphas I have seen.“

Yeah… that was true.

I haven't seen a lot of Alphas, but the Alpha of Lunarstrike Pack couldn't even come close to him. Alpha Dante was pot bellied, short, and had scanty hair.

Then she burst into laughter. “You don't have to try so hard, Zev,” she says, her light voice easing the tension that has built up inside me. “I know my daddy is smoking hot. He does a lot of workouts and is very concerned about his health. My friends call him Alpha sir."

Alpha sir?

Sexy. Dark. I love it.

My Alpha sir.

Then her voice drops lower. “It's one of the reasons why Mother wants to win him back.“

“Win him back?“ I repeated, my brows lifted.

“Yeah….. she's so obsessed with Father and wants to become his wife,” she replies. “But it seems Father isn't interested.“

I nodded slowly, understanding her perfectly.

If I was in her shoes, I would have wanted the same.

I felt my hope renewed. Like there was a conviction in my heart that it was okay to lust after him since he isn't married.

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Inside my room, I slammed the door shut and leaned against it. My heart pounded at the same rate my cunt throbbed.

I moved towards my bed, kicking off the shopping bags in my path.

My hands moved quickly and expertly. Like I could go crazy if it isn't shoved somewhere in the next minute.

I toss my backpack away.

My jeans and polo were next.

I stood in my bra and lacey panties—which were already soaked—with my slick cream dripping down my thighs.

I removed my bra with ease, and my large breasts spilled out. Each nipple stood hard and flushed, swollen from need.

Fuck!

I rolled it between my fingers so hard that I gasped, my back arching so hard that it seemed like it was going to split.

My fingers hooked the side of my panties, and I rolled it down; it pulled beneath me.

I pressed a finger to my pussy lips, and it was damn soaked. I raised my shiny finger up and dipped it into my mouth, leaking it hungrily.

“Ohhhh,” I moaned, squeezing my eyes closed.

I fell into the soft bed, pulled the duvet over me, and parted my thighs slowly. My fingers drifted up, and I slammed one into my hole.

My pussy clenched around it perfectly as I moved in and out in a slow, punishing pace—my nails hitting my core.

Fuck!

I squeezed my eyes closed, increased my pace—fucking myself to the memory of him.

The way he climbed down that staircase with his eyes fixed on me like he knew just how much he would unravel me.

The way my body responded to his voice, his look, his words, and his scent made me think that I already belong to him even before I ever step foot here.

“Oppps,” I moaned, clasping my thighs together—to get my fingers deeper inside me, shaking my head—like I was convulsing and my eyes wide—like I was seeing stars in the ceiling.

"Alpha sir," I moaned.

“Look at you,” a voice sneered inside me. Loud. Clear. Disappointed.

I tried to remove my fingers, but I couldn't—not when I'm about to cum.

“Slowly, gradually becoming her—your mother.“

And that was it.

It was like the dam broke.

It was like my brain reset back to factory.

I yanked my finger out of the pussy and bolted out of the bed like it burned me.

My heart pounded as I wondered what I was becoming. How… I'm not really different from the woman I hated the most. The same woman I condemned.

I dropped to my feet, hot tears streaming down my cheeks.

I buried my hands into my palms, whispering, chanting with everything inside my soul. “Moon Goddess… help me.“