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Chapter Two

Author: Skyfallgirl
last update Last Updated: 2025-07-03 07:50:55

Elara stepped out of the Alpha's wing on legs that barely held her weight, the scent of him still clinging to her skin like a brand. Her fingers trembled as they brushed over the smooth wood of the stair rail. The thrum between her thighs hadn't lessened; if anything, it had grown unbearable. She swallowed hard, the fresh memory of his voice—deep velvet laced with command—echoing in her skull.

Her thoughts were scrambled, her body alert, her senses overrun. She was halfway down the winding staircase of the Alpha estate when a soft voice called her name.

"Miss Elara."

She turned sharply, her breath hitching when she saw one of the Omega maids approaching. Young, fresh-faced, and clearly trying to mask her curiosity.

"Yes?" Elara asked, her voice breathy.

The Omega smiled slightly. "The Alpha asked me to fetch you. He says he isn’t done with you yet."

The words sliced through Elara like a spark to dry parchment. She shivered. Her nipples stood taut beneath the thin cotton of her fitted tank top, which—true to her flirtatious intentions—was braless. She folded her arms, not in shame, but to press against the ache, her fingers brushing the peaks.

She turned and took the stairs two at a time.

The Alpha's door was already ajar.

"Come in," came the voice from within—low, deliberate.

Elara stepped inside, and her heart nearly stopped when she saw him standing by the window in his dark shirt, unbuttoned just enough to expose a sliver of his defined chest. He was speaking to his Beta.

"Leave us. And make sure no one interrupts."

The man nodded and vanished, leaving the heavy silence of tension in his wake.

The Alpha turned to her, his eyes molten steel. "Close the door, Elara."

She obeyed, pulse thrumming wildly in her throat. When she turned, he was already striding toward her, graceful and dangerous.

"Interesting choice of outfit for a visit to your Alpha," he said, eyes sweeping over her with unapologetic intensity. "No bra... and jeans?"

Elara’s breath hitched. "I—I wanted to look nice. For you. Both of you."

The Alpha tsked, shaking his head slowly. "Nice, yes. But jeans, Elara? Do you even realize what you’re doing?"

Elara’s face flushed, shame and desire battling inside her. "I can take them off, Alpha... if you prefer."

He raised a brow. "Is that what you want?"

The question hung between them like a loaded promise. Elara’s mouth went dry.

He took a step closer, then another, until he was inches from her, close enough that she could feel the subtle heat radiating from him.

"Before you make such offers, little wolf, I need you to understand the gravity of what you're chasing."

Elara’s knees buckled slightly.

The Alpha ran a finger along the hem of her tank top, his gaze dark and glinting. "Tell me, Elara. What do you think will happen if I say yes?"

Elara’s voice shook. "I want you. I’ve always wanted you. And... the Luna too."

A muscle in his jaw ticked. He smiled, slow and sharp. "Your fantasies. Tell me. All of them."

As Elara opened her mouth, the Alpha bent low, pulling a small dagger from the table beside him. She stilled.

With a single precise movement, he slit the side seam of her jeans. The fabric parted like a sigh.

Elara gasped, heat racing through her veins as the denim slid down her thighs and pooled at her feet, revealing her lace panties—dark with arousal.

"Well," he murmured. "You’re soaking."

Elara’s voice was barely a whisper. "I’ve dreamed of you... every night at school. Of your hands. Your mouth. Of Luna watching... maybe even joining."

The Alpha exhaled, his eyes darkening. He stepped back, his fingers absently trailing down his abdomen, stopping just above his belt. His palm pressed briefly between his thighs, and Elara caught it—the sharp intake of breath, the subtle shift of his stance. He was just as affected.

Elara trembled with anticipation, her hands clutching the hem of her tank top, unsure whether to raise it or fall to her knees.

The Alpha turned and walked toward the wide window that overlooked the packlands. The dying sun threw golden light over his figure, casting him in a warm, golden glow.

"Come here," he said without turning.

Elara approached, heart pounding. The Alpha pointed to the balcony door.

"Step outside."

She obeyed.

The breeze kissed her skin, lifting her tank top slightly, teasing her sensitive nipples. Her soaked panties clung to her like a whisper of sin.

Behind her, the Alpha didn’t move, simply watched with the silent power of a predator planning his next bite.

Elara swallowed. She didn’t know what would happen next.

But she was ready for anything.

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