Let Me Go, Beta

"Fuck... Devin. That was so good. You still haven't lost your touch, not even a single bit." The slightly petite redhead leaned in to kiss him but he roughly pushed her face away. "Don't cross your boundary, red. I did what you asked me to. Now, give me what I need." He growled, adjusting his belt. She smiled slyly and crossed her legs before handing a paper over to him. He collected it and walked out of the restroom, the lady still hovering around him. "What do you want with that man anyway? He's a rogue. One of the worst persons to ever come across." She questioned, linking her arms with his. She smiled widely when she noticed the attention it got her from other ladies.Devin was the man every unmated woman wanted to be with. Ayra, who was enjoying her meal with an acquaintance who showed up shortly after Devin disappeared, looked up to see Devin and the redhead. Her eyes fell on their linked arms, lingering for some seconds. When Devin noticed her hardened gaze on their arms,

The second Ayra entered the training arena, she became the center of attraction. All eyes turned in her direction.They weren't stares of disdain or contempt. But of pure admiration. And lust. She was, no doubt, quite heavily endowed. She felt powerful and wanted for the first time in Grey Woods. Since she was little, she had never felt cared for. Even after she left the pack, nobody reached out to her. Not even her mother. "Ayra!" A voice squealed from her right and the next thing she knew, a pair of arms enveloped her neck. She recognized the voice and smiled widely. The only person who approached her to be her friend and cried on the day she was leaving the pack - Selene"Good to see you too, Selene." She laughed nervously, trying to get her arms away because she felt choked. "Look at you, looking all hot and snatched." She complimented after pulling away. It was true. Ayra, who was a thin, tiny girl four years ago, was now the definition of beauty with 'flesh in the right

The party was already in full swing when they got there. As they walked further down, all eyes turned to them. In actuality, they were staring at Ayra. Even the mated wolves couldn't resist looking at her for some seconds. "I'm going to find my brother. I'll see you at the punch table." Selene disappeared into the crowd, leaving Ayra by herself. She saw her step-sister, Isla, mingling and laughing with her friends. There was no sign of Devin anywhere. She located the punch table and grabbed a full glass. Sipping it, she nodded at the rich flavor of pineapple and coconut, her favorite combo. The stares she got were beginning to tell on her. They were full of lust "Hey, beautiful," A guy approached her from the rear, causing her to sharply turn. "Ugh... You..." She rolled her eyes and turned back to the punch table. "You look wonderful tonight. How about we ditch these old people, go somewhere else, and have some fun?" Lancelot proposed. Ayra only laughed, all memories of how big o

Ciara's boobs were soft but not like his step sister's. The moment he had touched Ayra, a chill sensation galloped through his fingers to his brain. He continued grabbing Ciara's left boob while sensually sucking on the right. He wasn't trying to get her ready for him, he was trying to get hard for her. "Is it working?" She asked amidst soft moans. All her efforts that evening to get Devin hard for her had proved futile. She was getting frustrated. His dick was erecting as she wanted. "Maybe you're just tired from all those exercises." She unconsciously defended. She kissed his neck, nibbling on a particular spot. That had always worked out for her but that night, it was as if his body had shut down. "Maybe the big gun needs a little prepping." She smirked and slid down his body, stopping in front of his depressed manhood. She grabbed it, sucking on it. Praying hard it would rise. She had taken some drugs to help stimulate her to make her last longer in bed with Devin. She had

Devin stood in front of his wall, reminiscing on what had just occurred. Realizing how foolish he had acted, he hit his forehead several times on the wall till blood started trickling down his face. "She's your sister, you idiot." He reprimanded, angry at himself. He didn't know what Ayra would think of him from then. No matter how far he wanted to start from her, he still found himself getting closer. She wasn't his mate but she always found a way to crawl into his thoughts. He did well to hide it in front of others but not when he was with her. A knock came to his door and without waiting for a response, the person walked in. "Couldn't you at least wait for me to respond? What if I was busy?" He growled, glaring at the gamma of Grey Woods pack ~ Donnie. "Busy? In your house? Nah... You'd never." He casually strolled in, his eyes not leaving Devin's bleeding forehead. "Masochist, much?" Donnie reached for a seat and crossed his legs, staring at the photos beside him. He had alw