Episode One

Mira's POV

“President Kade wants his whiskey, Mira.”

Nina’s voice sliced through the blazing music in the BlueMoon Riders Clubhouse—thick with disgust.

Her eyes dragged over me, slow and hateful, nose flared up in anger before she turned away and walked towards the platform. Her ass bounced inside the fish net dress that cleaved to her body like a second skin.

The men's gaze was lustful as they called after her, “Baby! Over here!”

But no one touched. They dare not, unless they wanted to lose their hands.

Rule number one of Moon Riders: look all you want, but keep your fucking hands to yourself unless the girl allows it.

Nina hated me. Not because of anything I did… but because Kade—the Alpha, the president of the Moon riders—wanted me and she couldn’t stand that she’d been replaced since I started working here as a whiskey girl three months ago and realized that we were fated mates.

I grabbed the tray and Aria—my colleague—leaned against the bar beside me. “That bitch is still jealous,” she hissed. “I really can't stand her.”

“Let her be,” I mumbled. “I’d be mad if Kade ignored me for another girl too.”

“Yeah, but you’re not just another girl. You’re his fated mate and by werewolf laws, he is yours, irrespective of the woman that was by his side.”

My stomach tightened. I didn’t reply.  

Instead, I set the whiskey and a clean glass gently on the tray and headed toward the VIP lounge upstairs.

Men watched me as I walked—hungry eyes tracking every step.

Tonight, I wasn’t in my usual jeans and polo. Yeah… I don't dress in exposed clothings like the other ladies and it was one of the reasons why they hated me, except Aria though. They call me not fashionable and not fit to be here.

At first, Killian, the club manager would often complain but Kade stopped him and told me I could dress anyhow I wanted. He loved the real me.

Kade wanted me dressed “properly,” his words. So I wore the red bodycon dress he gifted me two nights ago… the one that hugged my hips, ass and pushed my full breasts up like a promise.

My scent—smoked vanilla and crushed amber—trailed behind me, thick and intoxicating. I had no wolf anymore, but the scent was enough to make any Alpha turn feral especially in the night of the full moon when I was in heat.

But they all kept their distance.

Everyone in the Moonfang Pack knew one thing: I belonged to the Alpha. Although, they didn't know we were fated mates. Nina and Aria were one of the few people who knew that Kade and I were together.

I twisted the door open and stepped into the lounge that felt like another world on its own. No music; just thick quietness under the dim lightnings.

When I looked forward, my eyes found my mate on the single seater couch.

Alpha. Kade. Thornhart.

The president of the Moon Riders Club.

Alpha of the BlueMoon Pack.

Powerful. Influential. Billionaire.

His jaw was perfect—too perfect that I think it's unfair for one person to have this level of perfection. His skin was fairer and smoother than mine. His stormy gray eyes were piercing—it looked like it could see my past, present and future. The diamond studs in both ears flashed under the dim light. His leather jacket was unzipped, he had a black singlet on that cleaved to his strong chest like a second skin and Goddess, the dangerous, yet sexy tattoos of wolves with dripping jaws made me lose my breath.

I still can't wrap my head around the fact that he is MINE. Oh Goddess, who am I that you are so mindful of me?

His lips curled into a smirk—taunting and captivating. He gestured at me to come closer.

I swallowed past the thick lump in my throat, and walked closer to him.

“My Alpha.” I bowed and dropped the tray on the glass table before him.

I tried to ignore his heat and aura that pressed hard against my skin. I uncorked the whiskey instead and filled his glass.

“Your drink,” I said, extending the glass to him.

He let out a dry chuckle, wrapped his hands around my wrist,  took the glass from my hand and dropped it on the table.

He dragged me down to sit on his thighs and I gasped when I felt the thick bulge in his pants pressing hard against my ass.

“Stop playing with me Mira,” he whispered, his breath warm against my neck and I bite down on my lower lips to stifle the moan trying to slip past. “You know I don't need a drink, little wolf.” His fingers trailed lazily from the back of my ear to my neck. “I need you, baby. I'm about to go crazy from thinking about you all day long.”

Butterflies filled my belly at his words and I pressed my ass harder on his cock. I turned towards him. “Is that so, Mr. President?” I teased.

His eyes dropped to my breasts which were threatening to break free. “This dress is a statement, Mira. This dress is, tell me you want to get fucked without actually saying a word, because what level of beauty and sexiness is this? You are so beautiful, my lady.”

Before I could respond, he buried his head between my breasts, his tongue flattening over my flesh, sending shockwaves straight to my nipples, causing them to harden and then to my cunt which was clenching so hard.

My breath seized, mouth fell open, hands fisting into his hairas I tried to push him back to stop the pleasurable torture.

“Ka—de,” I moaned out as he squeezed my ass cheeks roughly. My toes curled, eyes rolled.

He pulled back, his fingers fisted into the edges of my dress and he tugged it off me. Then he unhooked my bra, slipped the straps off my shoulders and removed the cups from my full tits. My breasts spilled out—full and heavy.

“Fuck… Mira,” he growled. “Those titties though. I can't fucking get over them.”

He let me sit back on his thighs. One hand cupped my breasts, squeezed it roughly and pinched the hard peaks. His other hand drifted between my thighs, pressed hard on the crotch of my lace panties that was soaked through.

“Damn, Mira,” he hissed into my ears. “I haven't even touched you yet, but look at you.” He raised his finger and it was wet. “Already dripping for Daddy, huh?” He licked his finger. “Tell me Mira, did you miss me all day too?” He twisted my nipples. “Did you imagine naughty stuff you want me to do to you?”

My back arched off him, eyes blurred with pleasure. “Yes, Kade,” I whimpered.”

“Good Daddy's girl. Now, let daddy give you some sugar.”

Before I knew what was happening, he pushed my panties to the side, and slammed two fingers inside my wet, aching pussy.

My pussy clenched around his fingers tightly. “Ha,” I let out a growl. Not a cute or girly one. One that is thick and guttural.

My body jerked violently as he slid his fingers all the way in, then out, a smacking sound echoed through the room.

“Ka—de… please,” I whimpered as he pinched my nipples hard while still thrusting in and out of me and also sucking my neck.

“Fucking tight juicy cunt, Mira,” he snarled against my ears, sending vibrations straight to my cunt and that only made me wetter. “I love everything about you. Your cunt is so juicy.”

His thrusts became brutal now, increasing his fingers to three, stretching me open to the highest limit and I tried to close my legs but he yanked them open wider. My fingers dug into his thighs to steady myself and I threw my head up, incoherent words tumbled out of my mouth.

“Oh —fucking Kade—you—will—be—the—end—of—me—daddddddddy,” I drawled when his nails hit graze my sensitive spot over and over again.

My heart cracked open. My stomach flipped upside down. My body just locked up. I stretched up as a trailer load of immense pleasure crashed down on me. “Ka—deeeeeeeee.”

I shattered.

Hot thick squirt shot out of my pussy onto his fingers.

I collapsed on his chest, my breathing ragged.

He fondled my breasts one last time before thrusting his fingers out of me. “Good girl.” He stuck out his tongue and swiped it around his coated fingers.

“Hmmm.” He savoured the sweet taste of me. “Why so delicious, Mira? Your future husband will be the luckiest man in the kingdom.”

My eyes narrowed in confusion. The smile on my face washed away. “You will be my future husband, so you are a lucky man.”

A long pause…. then he let out a bitter scoff. “Your future husband?” The words tasted bitter on his lips. “Why would I be your husband?”