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Skylar.
“Ahh fuck…harder…” I moaned as my boss penetrated me from behind. My fingers dug into the plush leather couch in his office as his massive rod pistoned my pussy.
“Fuck…it always feels like the first time with you…” he grunted behind me, holding my butt cheeks tightly.
My nipples grazed the couch, adding to the ecstatic feeling coursing through my veins.
“Ohh Conrad…harder, I'm almost there…” I said, moaning louder with each thrust from him.
“I'm almost there too…fuck!” He grunted, falling on my back but kept drilling me.
I could feel his cock enlarging inside me.
My toes curled as a massive orgasm hit me, my entire body gyrated violently and it felt like I had a seizure.
But it was just a fucking amazing orgasm.
My head turned upward, my eyes shut as I rode out my orgasm.
Then out of nowhere, “Mate!” I moaned.
“Ahhh…” Conrad breathed as he fell fully on top of me.
I remained still, still shocked from my unexpected outburst. What the hell was that?
“Fuck, Skylar, that was intense. Too bad it's our last time.” Conrad said as he rolled off me.
I turned onto my back and looked straight at the ceiling, not saying a word.
“Hey, Skylar, we talked about this, right? We can't continue doing this, I'm getting married…”
“Oh no! I get that, it's just…” I faced him, looking straight into his dazzling blue eyes. The warmth I've never felt towards him began to spread over my chest.
“I'm going to miss you.” I whispered, not knowing when I palmed his face.
Conrad chuckled and stood up. “Or you're gonna miss my cock.”
I watched him grab his underwear and pull them on.
“Yeah, your beautiful cock. That's what I'll miss.” I said quickly as I sat up and found my bra.
Did he really not feel the bond? What's going on?
“I can't believe you're getting married today.” I said as I dressed up.
“I know, right. I still haven't met her yet, my soon-to-be wife.” I turned to him with a worried expression.
“My grandparents won't allow that until the ceremony.” He said.
I balled my fists, suddenly, the idea of him getting married to someone unknown irritated me. And he told me this two weeks ago.
“Anyway, I've got a conference meeting in ten minutes so I'll…see you later?” he said, giving me a small smile.
My heart skipped just watching him. As I kept my eyes on him, it felt as though I shouldn't leave his presence. I wanted him.
I jumped towards him, tiptoed to meet his six feet plus frame and planted my lips on his. I kissed him like it was my last chance, which technically, was. I was almost lost in the feeling that I had to push myself off him.
“Happy married life, Conrad Reign.” I said and waited for no response before leaving his office with my files.
It hurt me to leave. Part of me wanted to believe there was a mate bond between us and the other part just knew I must be mistaken. He didn't feel the bond, so it doesn't exist.
But I'd miss him…a lot.
Even before today, Conrad is the only person who's shown the slightest form of care towards me, even though most of it was while his dick was buried deep inside me.
But what could a twenty one year old girl who's been fending for herself ever since she was sent away from her pack at the tender age of fourteen.
I have been beaten, sold, used and even maltreated by people who weren't even related to me. But I had been determined. Determined to not allow my struggles define my life.
I got my first job at age fifteen, at a local bar, where I earned titbits for wages. Then that same year, I'd gathered enough money to continue high school.
However, things were still tough. Due to lack of enough money, I had to drop out multiple times. Only returning when I'd saved enough money.
That's why my education is slow. At age twenty one, I was just in my final year of high school. Most of my mates were in their second year of college.
I checked out of Reign's Tech Industry, where I worked for my summer internship. Luckily, it was a paid internship so I didn't have to work my ass off for nothing.
I walked down to the next six blocks to start my second job at a middle class restaurant in the neighbourhood.
“Hey Skylar, you're early. How's work?” Oscar, my co-worker asked as I walked in.
I only gave him a feigned smile, knowing he was saying that to mock me.
“Good afternoon, Mrs. Smith.” I greeted the restaurant manager but she didn't respond.
She did that a lot. I suspect she's been looking for reasons to fire me but I've been sure never to give her one. I always arrive early, I make no mistakes on duty and I was always nice to the customers.
If anything I deserved a raise.
For the next four hours, I worked my ass off. Receiving orders from customers and serving them with a smile that was mandatory.
I heaved a sigh as I finally got the chance to rest. It was my break time and I had just twenty minutes to relax.
I needed some air. As I made my way out of the restaurant, I overheard a couple chatting freely.
“I'm so happy we finally became mates, Lyra! I feel like we're privileged, getting mated on the same day Alpha Conrad will be getting mated too!”
The man's words made me screech to a halt. I turned back, my eyes widened.
Did he just say Alpha Conrad?
I didn't hesitate to walk up to him. Conrad has been on my mind all day despite my efforts to try and get him out of my mind.
“Excuse me, I overheard you guys talking. Congratulations on becoming mates.” I said with the warmest smile I could muster.
They still looked puzzled.
“I'm sorry did I just hear you say Alpha Conrad? As in Conrad Reign?” I asked.
The man reluctantly nodded. “He's getting mated tonight and his coronation will also be done tonight.”
My ears rang out, my heart flared with anger. So he wasn't just getting married, he was getting mated! Then why did he pretend not to feel our bond?
“I'm sorry, what's the venue of the ceremony?” I asked.
“Mealstrom Pack Hall. The place is gonna be filled up, even members of their allied packs are obligated to attend.” The man said and only stopped when his mate placed her hand on his.
Maelstrom pack? That's like the most powerful pack in the country. No, it was THE most powerful pack in the country.
And Conrad is going to become its Alpha?
“If you want to attend, you can come with us. That's where we're going after our dinner.” The man offered.
Conrad. I finished speaking to Leah on the phone and strolled back into the living room, where Atlas and Skylar sat adjacent to each other. Their faces held worry, mirroring what I was feeling. “Is she okay?” Skylar asked, concern attached to her tone. I nodded, “She'll be fine. I'm worried about her and Ridgewood pack members—my grandfather's warriors are ruthless, they won't hesitate to maim anyone that stands in their way. And I'm sure that dictator old man has asked them to slay as many as they can to send a message to Ace.” I said, pacing around the living room. I heard Skylar sigh heavily. Shit, what do I do? “Master Conrad, we need to take action now. From the reports, the men I sent won't be enough to hold off what's coming for them, even with Ridgewood warriors on their side!” Atlas pointed out and I raised a hand. “Let me think!” “I don't know if you noticed it, sir but we don't have much time!” He persisted and sprang to his feet. Anger surged through my veins, I mo
Conrad.I rubbed the towel hard on my head as I walked out of the bathroom, wiping water off my hair and face. One week in my grandfather's dungeon could turn one into a pig. Or worse.Standing in front of the mirror in a room inside the hidden apartment disguised as a container, I heaved a sigh. I watched the water drop down my body as flashes of myself and Skylar's escape from grandfather filled my mind. It was a narrow escape, I won't lie. We could have been caught or worse, killed but I had to take the chance. Besides, I didn't want to waste Atlas's efforts in breaking us out although I still didn't know how he snuck me a wolfsbane spray can.I swept my gaze around the room I was in, a cozy place that felt like we were safe but we were certainly not. Grandfather would still be looking for us, harder this time. We've escaped twice and no one had a track record of doing that thrice. That's why we had to remain here until something—a window of opportunity maybe—came and we'll take it
Skylar.I took a step back as the wolves closed in around us. All sounds had zoned out, leaving the echoes of my heartbeat for me to hear—thundering underneath my chest. I couldn't even feel my left hand because Conrad's grip was so tight around it.A loud snarl escaped the wolves and I reached for Conrad's arm with my free hand. I gave him a worried look as he faced me. But he, surprisingly, gave me a warm smile and held the back of my hand reassuringly.What was he so hopeful about? Couldn't he see that this was the end?The revving of engines filled the air, stealing my attention and that of the wolves. In an instant, a car drove in, its tires spraying off sand and debris as it drifted along the woods. It turned sharply and hit the first wolf before it could react. I gasped sharply as the wolf was sent flying into a tree bark and a bone-snapping sound erupted.It didn't stop there and hit the next wolf who made a little attempt to jump but still got hit, ending up in the same predi
Skylar..“What are you talking about?” I asked, my tone high-pitched.He gestured for me to come to him and I heaved a sigh before doing so. I rolled my eyes as he grinned at me.“What is it?”“Would you relax and listen! There's a wolfsbane spray can in here, meaning we have a chance of escape.” He said and I narrowed my eyes on the cereal-laden plate. There was an obvious bump that showed there was truly something beneath.“So? How do we get out of here with one spray can? I may not be from your pack but I'm pretty sure there are about a million guards lurking around!” I pointed out, my tone dropping with sarcasm.Conrad chuckled and I was hit with befuddlement.“We're not going to fight the entire pack guards. We just need to get past a few—the ones who'd be present at the ritual in about an hour.” He said and I breathed, my nervousness heightening.He slid his hand over mine through the bars and looked straight into my eyes. I felt calmness wash over me even though I didn't want
Skylar.“Look at you, still as weak as you used to be, a worthless reminder of your insignificance in my pack all those years.” Alpha Caleb said, his lips upturned in pure disgust. An expression I was so familiar with.“To think you'd have grown to steer away from trouble after all these years. Pfft, I can't believe I overestimated you. You'll never be sensible, always jumping from one trouble to another. I cannot even begin to fathom how you got yourself into trouble of this magnitude!” He chided, his eyes blazing.He moved closer to my cell, glaring into my eyes. I gasped, fighting off the tears that danced at the edge of my eyelids.“You remember how useless you were back in my pack? How we had to put you to warriors’ quarters cleaning duty just so you could earn your place in the pack.” His tone dripped with taunt, reminding me of my painful days.“You couldn't even do that without causing more trouble. You had to walk in on your superiors in their private moment. Not just private
Skylar..The dim light in the dungeon cell flickered, making my head spin and the space feel even smaller, more suffocating.Conrad's expression had been that of concern earlier but it turned to stormy the moment I dropped the news about Alpha Griffith’s plan. His jaw tightened like he'd been hit with a bolt of lightning.I watched him keenly, trying to untangle the knot of anger and doubt around my heart. Part of me wanted to lash out, to demand answers about my mother, but another part—the part tied to our bond—held me back, whispering that he couldn't be that monster."Conrad,” I drawled, “what's the ritual really about?" I pressed, my voice steadier than I felt. "You're making me nervous with the way you're acting."He stopped pacing and gripped the bars between us, his knuckles turning white. He said nothing for a long moment, he just stared at the floor as if debating how much to reveal.Finally, he swallowed hard, his Adam's apple moving in his neck. "It's called the Soulscour







