Marked By The Alpha Who Never Was

CHAPTER 1: KINKY DEATH. 

LAYLA'S POV.

Gulping, my heart raced as my body trembled. Once again, Carl had me pinned on the bed, his huge frame ensuring that I stayed in place as he kissed me from the neck down to my bosom. 

With one hand, he had undone the buttons of my pyjamas, and with the other hand, he reached into my pants, stroking his fingers around my pussy - teasing me. 

My body jerked as it sent tingling sensations all over. I arched my back uncomfortably, moaning softly. My body longed for more. 

Carl was a jerk in many aspects, and sometimes even abusive. But when it came to making love to me, he treated me like a queen. I guess he was a sucker for sex. 

The only time I felt like I was married was during times such as these. The sex made his ill treatment of me bearable. I could forget and pretend everything was okay between us during these moments of ecstasy. And this was no exception. 

"God, you're fucking beautiful," he growled softly. Then with a cheeky look, he latched his lips to my nipples, devouring them. 

Lost in absolute ecstasy, I couldn't help but moan, grabbing the sheets around me with my hands spread apart. He alternated between sucking and licking my nipples.

"Holy fuck!" I moaned, biting my lips as uncomfortable pleasure welled up in me.

Leaving my bosom, he kissed me all the way down till he got between my legs. He sniffed my pussy through my light cotton pants, then he sighed with his eyes closed, wearing a satisfied grin. 

"It smells nice. Always ready and clean for daddy," he remarked, wearing a mischievous smile. 

With one aggressive pull, he yanked off my pants, revealing my pussy, pulsing and yearning for him. With the tip of his tongue, he gently grazed across my clitoris. I twirled, biting my lips as I tried to hold myself back from moaning. 

My grip on the sheets tightened. Literal shockwaves ran throughout my body causing me to quaver. 

I noticed that Carl paused for a bit. So I opened my eyes and found him looking at me. His stare lingered as though he worshipped me. 

'Could you just fucking continue?' I said within me. Carl's hesitation was torture. He should have kept going, but no. Carl liked being in charge, setting the pace, putting me in a spot where I'd be helpless, and in need of him. 

He got down between my legs once again and began working his magic. Carl knew how to touch the right places like a master of erogenous zones. 

He transported me to cloud nine. 

Reaching my peak, I grabbed Carl by the hair and pulled him up.

"Give it to me, just the way I like it," I said softly. Carl smiled, then he began kissing me. With my legs wrapped around his waist, his dick throbbed right at my entrance. It was hard and thick. You could see the veins on it. 

I arched my back. I couldn't wait to feel him inside me any longer. But Carl pulled back as I got his shaft a few centimeters in. I looked at him with brows slightly furrowed. 

'Enough with the games, God damnit! Fucking bang me!' I fumed inwardly.

"Let's spice things up a little bit. Shall we?" Carl said. I looked perplexedly at him, wondering what he was up to. 

"Vicky," he called, his voice low and commanding. "Come on in!"

Opening the door, I quickly sat up, stunned to see who walked into our bedroom. 

"What is Vicky doing here, Carl?" I asked, covering myself. "What happened to this being our secret getaway?"

"She asked to be part of the fun. Isn't that exciting?" Carl smiled. 

My mouth gaped as I was dumbfounded, short of words. 

"I uh... I don't understand. What do you mean by 'She asked to be part of the fun?'" I asked.

"It means just that, silly," he laughed. 

"But she's your sister." 

"Stepsister. She's my stepsister," he retorted sharply. "But you don't mind, do you?" 

I was a bit hesitant with my response. "No."

Carl grinned, "Good girl." 

Vicky smiled, a mix of nervousness and excitement. She let her robe slip off her shoulders, revealing her naked body. 

Carl pulled her close, then they began kissing - the tongue-tangling kind of kiss not meant for siblings, while she fondled his balls and dick, making it hard again. 

They both turned and smiled at me. 

Myncheeks burned. I wasn’t comfortable with this—sharing my husband, especially with his stepsister—but I saw the raw lust in his golden eyes.

I loved him. I wanted to please him. But I couldn't help but wonder how long this had been going on between him and his sister. 

"Go on," Carl nodded at Vicky.

"With pleasure," she replied.

Vicky crawled into bed and made her way to me, biting her lips seductively. As she gently slid my nightdress off my shoulders, a smile curled up at the corner of her lips. Then she leaned forward to kiss me, but I instinctively pulled away, irked by the attempt.

I turned and looked at Carl. He stroked his cock, filled with so much thrill. Sighing, I gave in. I was doing this for him. 

Vicky went ahead and began kissing me as she fondled my breasts. 

"They... fit... so perfectly," she said in between breaths as the kisses became intense, and somewhat aggressive. 

Like a dominatrix, Vicky grabbed me by the neck and smiled like she was up to no good. Then she pushed me onto the bed and got between my legs, spreading them apart like I was her sex doll. 

With her fingers, she parted my pussy lips. She buried her face between my legs and began licking with horizontal movements. 

"Mm..." She moaned satisfactorily. 

In my head, I hated that I let myself do such a thing, but my body betrayed me. 

Carl was super horny at this point as he watched with dark satisfaction as Vicky explored my body. And with Vicky's ass up in the air as she was on all fours, he accepted the invite. 

He positioned himself behind her, and with one powerful thrust, he buried his rock-hard cock in her pussy. Vicky cried out in pleasure, her face pressed against my pussy. 

"Oh fuck - you're so big," she gasped.

His thrusts became faster and harder. He grabbed her blonde hair and slammed harder into her. With every thrust, they both moaned in sync. 

I should have been angry that my husband, my mate, was fucking someone else right before my eyes, but instead, it made me even more horny. 

Was I this depraved as well?

After several minutes, Carl pulled out with a wet sound, pushing Vicky to the side. He flipped me over like I was a doll, weightless. I was on my belly. He wasn't gentle with me as he slammed his rock-hard shaft into my wet pussy. I bit into the sheets, grabbing them as well. 

Carl began fucking me like his life depended on it - Just the way I like it. 

"Yes. Fuck her sweet little cunt. Make me cum," Vicky said as she watched us from the side, playing with herself. 

My ass giggled, bouncing with the rhythm of every pound. 

After several minutes, he switched back to Vicky. He kept on switching between us until we all reached our peak. But when he was about to reach his peak, he pulled out from me and shut his load in Vicky. She moaned pleasurably as it flowed out of her. 

With the tip of her finger, she tasted it, then they kissed as she lay in his arms. 

As I lay in bed, resting, I fought unfamiliar emotions as they churned inside me. I felt betrayed, whilst still recovering from an exhilarating level of ecstasy. 

"What a good little slut she was, eh?" Vicky said.

"She was. Obedient as always, without question," Carl replied. 

"That's all a wolfless runt like her is good for," Vicky added, giggling.

I couldn't bear to share the same air with them, so I got up, and wore my shirt, and began heading out. I was outside the bedroom, close to the stairs when I felt someone grab and pull me by the hair. 

I didn't hear footsteps approaching me. Where was my mind at? 

"How dare you walk out on us without permission?" Vicky snarled. Her grip was tight and firm.

"You're hurting me!" I winced, trying to break her grip.

"Well then, since you're so eager to leave, why don't I assist you down, eh?" 

The next thing I knew, I found myself tumbling down the stairs. She forcefully pushed me. I felt a sharp pain as I knocked my head against the wall. 

As I strained to look up, I saw Carl and Vicky looking unremorsefully complacent at me. And although my vision blurred and I could barely hear anything else other than the ringing in my head, I could tell they smiled. 

They took pleasure in my demise. 

As I lay on the floor, I felt my life slipping away. All my dreams and aspirations with it. My body became limp. It became dark. I succumbed to the cold grip of death.  

Then suddenly, the unexpected happened.

My wolf roared within me for the first time. Then I gasped, awakening in the midst of people. The flashing light of the cameras distorted my vision. Squinting my eyes as I looked around this scene. I could never forget it.

"Babe. What's the matter?" Carl asked, startling me. He was on one knee. 

"You've not given me your answer, babe," he said. "Will you marry me?" 

Everyone gathered chorused in persuasion, "Say yes!" 

My heart raced as I looked at Carl, who was holding up the engagement ring.