LOGINThe summer night in rural Texas was hot and sticky, the air thick with the smell of grass, dirt, and a faint hint of livestock.From the living room came the same familiar scene again — Mom turning Kai down with her usual excuse: “Not tonight, Kai. I’ve got a headache.” Right after, I heard Kai’s heavy, frustrated footsteps leaving the bedroom and heading toward the garage.I lay in bed with just a thin sheet over me, but I couldn’t sleep at all. My tight, wet little pussy was burning and itching like crazy. A steady stream of clear, slippery juices kept leaking out, soaking a small patch of the sheet beneath me.Heh. If Mom didn’t want it, there was no way I was letting that thick, tireless, monster cock go to waste.I’d been secretly watching Kai for months. Every time Mom rejected him, the massive bulge in his shorts would turn rock-hard, the head swelling up purple with thick veins popping out. Just the sight of it made my mouth water. Night after night, I’d lie in my room fingeri
We ran for the truck without looking back. Rain still lashed through the trees and the ground turned to pure mud under our boots. Gideon reached it first, ripped the passenger door open, and shoved me inside so hard I almost hit the far window. He climbed behind the wheel, slammed his door, and turned the key. The engine coughed once, then roared.Mud sprayed as the tires spun and caught. We tore away from the cabin just as the first of the horde spilled into the open. White eyes flashed in the rearview for a few seconds before the dark trees swallowed them.Gideon drove hard, both hands locked on the wheel. Blood still ran from the cut on his temple and the deeper claw marks on his arm kept dripping onto his thigh. Every few minutes his whole body jerked, shoulders locking, breath catching sharp in his throat.I reached across the seat and pressed my palm flat against his chest. The second my skin touched him through the wet shirt the worst of the jerking slowed.He didn’t look at me
I had already started packing when the door opened.I knew it was him before I even turned around. After a full year in this house I could feel Ryder the moment he stepped into a room. The air always changed. My hands stayed on the shirt I was folding even though my pulse had already started climbing.“You are not supposed to walk into my rooms without knocking,” I said, keeping my voice steady. “We agreed on that a long time ago.”He closed the door behind him and stood there for a moment, just looking at me. There was something different in his face tonight. Something heavier than the usual cold distance he wore like armour.“I came to see if you had started packing,” he said. “The final transfer will go through the day you leave. I wanted to make sure everything was in order.”I set the shirt down and turned to face him fully. “Everything is in order. Your first love is coming home in two weeks. The contract ends. I take the last of the money and I go. That was always the arrangeme
I lasted four more days before the rut fully took hold.Those days blurred together in heat and short temper and the constant grinding awareness of Kelvin’s scent moving through my house. I avoided the east wing. I took meetings in the outer buildings. I trained until my body shook and the wolf finally quieted enough for sleep. None of it worked for long. Every time I stepped back into the main house his presence was there, clean and controlled and impossible to ignore.On the fifth night I locked myself in the north wing and endured it alone.I did not go to him.I told myself that mattered.The nights were the worst. My wolf paced under my skin without rest, restless and focused on the single heartbeat it could track through the walls. I slept in fragments. I woke with his name in my mouth and crushed it before it could become sound. When the peak finally passed I stood under cold water until my hands turned numb and forced my breathing back into something steady.Afterward somethin
I hated the east wing the moment the door closed behind me.The rooms were large and cold and carefully emptied of anyone else’s scent. Fresh sheets. Clean surfaces. A bathroom that still smelled of bleach. It was the kind of space prepared for a guest who was not expected to stay long enough to matter. I set my suitcase down and locked the door, then stood in the middle of the floor listening to the silence of an Alpha’s house settle around me.My brother had looked smaller the last time I saw him. The treatments were working, but slowly, and slowly cost money I did not have. That was the only reason I had signed the contract. Two years of living under Ryder’s roof. Two years of sitting beside a man who looked at me like I was a temporary solution to a problem he refused to name. In exchange, the hospital would stop calling. My brother would keep breathing. That had to be enough.I unpacked without care. Clothes in the drawers. Toiletries in the bathroom. The single photograph I had
I had already decided before the lawyer finished speaking.The man across the desk kept talking about clauses and timelines and public appearances, but none of it mattered. I only needed one thing. Someone solid. Someone present. Someone who would stand beside me in every pack meeting and every cold formal dinner until Elias came back from wherever he had disappeared to.Two years. That was the longest I was willing to wait. If Elias returned before then, the contract ended. If he did not, I would reassess. Until that day, I needed a body in the empty space beside me so the other Alphas would stop circling like vultures.“The Beta has agreed,” the lawyer said carefully. “He requires full payment upfront. Half on signing, half after the first public appearance as your partner.”I nodded once. “Bring him in.”The door opened.Kelvin walked in like he already hated the room. Dark hair, sharp eyes, mouth set in a flat line. He did not lower his gaze the way most Betas did when facing an A







