Bernice's POV
Tears threaten my eyes as I watch the last Alpha leave the conference room. It was only Landry and me; his hands still between my thighs, making circular motions around my clit. I held onto the table with dear life, praying that this torment will soon be over. But as Landry looks at me and speaks in a low and threatening tone, “I believe you owe me something,” I knew it was far from over.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about…” I say to him, trying to keep my tone as neutral as I can. I couldn’t let him know that I was the omega. I was an Alpha now and I had to act like it. But it was so hard when I was getting so wet.
“Don’t play stupid, Bernice,” he says, standing and pulling me along with him. “I know just how badly you want it.”
…Damn it.
He could see right through me; he was right. At that moment, I wanted him so badly. His beautiful piercing eyes fixated on my face; pupils glowing golden as they always do with captive traitors.
That’s what I was to him.
A traitor.
Still, despite my body revealing my desires, I try to resist him. I still denied wanting him. I kept reminding myself that Alpha King Landy was nothing more than a combat partner.
We rarely got this close to one another; but at that moment, our noses were practically touching.
I want to kiss him.
The dignity of the female alpha reminded me to jump up and kick his cock. But my body belonging to the omega she-wolf wants to submit to him.
“Such a handsome man… so fierce and strong,” my wolf, Julie, purrs. “And his scent is just so intoxicating…”
Maybe I should let him satisfy me. After all, if I don’t… this heat will kill me way before this medication will.
Landry's POV
Landry could see the realization in her eyes that there was no escaping him. He was pleased with himself that he had won this battle. Now, he was aiming to win the war. He needed to find out why she was lying about being an Alpha.
Whom is she working for?
As the last Alpha leaves the conference room, Landry doesn’t waste another moment. He lifts Bernice, shoving her against the table backward. Landry Keeps his hold on her slim, and yet strong, hips.
Her body shudders as she closes her eyes, going limp for Landry’s desires. She was submitting to him; she knew she was no match for him. She even turned her head, exposing her slender, snow-white neck, for Landry to bite if he desired.
She wanted him just as badly as he wanted her, if not more.
The uniform all Alphas wear has too many buttons. It’s infuriating and, in the way. Landry, for the first time, despises it. It’s keeping his prize covered and feeling safe, and she must know she is not safe.
She is at his mercy.
Despite his frustration with how long it’s taking to strip his conquest naked, he admired her figure in the uniform, tall and slender and very arousing. Landry was rock-hard as his imagination ran wild. So many things he wanted to do to her.
“Now,” he says, with a voice so low and dangerous. “I will make you beg for mercy if my questions go unanswered.”
Bernice tries to object. She lifted her head and looked him in the eye.
“How can you—"
Whatever she was planning to say was cut off as Landry fished the torn strawberry panties, her panties, out of his pocket and shoved them in her mouth, gagging her. She squirmed, trying to spit them out, but fails. Her noises are muffled, and it drives Landry crazy.
The sight of her flushed face, panties stuffed in her mouth, and eyes wet with tears are almost too much for Landry.
Tears rolled down her face, and Landry laughed cruelly as his hardness throbbed. Bernice has beautiful eyes when she’s in tears. Her eyes, which have always been strangely calm in battle, look cloudy now, like fawns in the forest.
He thought the tears were due to physical stimulation. He could feel that she liked him touching her body.
He finally stripped her stiff uniform from her, leaving her naked on the conference table. Her breasts are perky in the cold air, and her legs shake. Landry leaned forward and kissed her tears, laughing again when she flinches away.
“Tell me the truth. What is the purpose of your Alpha disguise?”
Bernice shook her head even as tears continued to fall, and her nakedness made her vulnerable. Landry growls but Bernice shakes her head harder, refusing to answer his questions, even if he were to remove the panties from her mouth.
Landry’s eyes narrow and he forces the Omega bitch’s legs apart, exposing her pussy, wet even as she tries to fight it. She moaned as Landry enters her with his fingers just as he did the night she was in heat.
He was rough and cruel, thrusting hard before backing off to play with her clit, rubbing her own juices around with a slick sound.
Bernice wiggled against the table before him; the warmth of her body turning into steam around them as her features grew red.
“Is your purpose of becoming a female alpha just to seduce me?” He asks huskily. “Very well, you have your wish. I was seduced by you, and I want to fuck you to death…”
His cock jerked at the sight of her, drenching, moaning, humiliated, but she still refused to speak. Landry couldn’t help but find her interested; he was intrigued by this fake Alpha.
She remained silent, but her normally stoic and beautiful face looked distraught. She is strong and fragile. He stared at her, panting, his heart pounding. He never imagined that one day he would be able to press his perfect combat partner on the conference table and fuck her to tears.
“If you don’t talk, I’ll fuck you,” he said gruffly.
He pressed the head of his cock to her hole, laughing as she whimpered. Her eyes were pleading with him. Rather they were pleading for him to fuck her, or pleading for him to stop, it didn’t matter.
“You are asking for it. Just answer the question and I won’t ravage you here, like a whore.”
She whimpers and tries to fight but Landry has the upper hand. He pushes his cock in just enough to stretch her before withdrawing it to force four large fingers in instead, drawing a sob out of her. He smirked cruelly, rubbing a thumb over her abused clit, fucking four fingers in and out of her until she cries harder.
Just as he decides to remove his fingers and push his cock in, he heard a knock on the door.
“Alpha king, can I come in? I have something to report.”
Bernice’s POV Landry’s cock was buried in me. The knocking outside the conference door, caused my entire body to freeze. I looked up at Landry, whose brows were furrowed together as the Alpha outside the door spoke. “What is it? You can speak to me from where you are,” Landry says loud enough for the Alpha to hear him. My eyes widen and for a moment, I forgot how to breathe. I thought the interruption of the Alpha would have saved me, but it appeared to be a game to the Alpha King. He was more determined to torment me than he was before. He began to thrust himself harder into me and I had to hold onto the table for leverage as his massive cock filled me. Having sex with Alpha King Landry. I would never have believed it a month ago. But it happened. Or happening, rather… Is this fate? Oh, goddess… could he be my antidote? No. I couldn’t give into him. Not like this. It was just too humiliating. “Stop crying, Bernice. It’s not like you’re being tortured.” Julia laughed in my
Landry’s POV“Your injuries could be fatal if left untreated,” Landry says, narrowing his eyes at her.“It doesn’t matter,” she murmurs, closing her eyes again. “A doctor can’t help me. It would be useless.”To Landry, she wasn’t making any sense. He saw tears escaping her closed eyelids; she kept her grip on his arm, though it was weak. He had never seen Bernice look so helpless and weak before. This wasn’t the same comrade he has come to know and fought alongside for all those years. She was just a simple Omega, weak and fragile.And injured.He sighed, annoyed with her stubbornness.“Okay,” he finally says after a pause. “No doctors. But at least let me take a look at it.”She says nothing as she remained lifeless on the table. The only indication of life was the movements of her chest with each breath she took. He decides to take her to his palace where he could safely examine her without interruption. He doesn’t want to put her uniform on over such wounds, nor would it fit witho
Jessie’s POV To Jessie’s shock, her brother’s palace is incredibly heavily-guarded. So much so that the guards will not even permit her to enter. She cannot believe it. “But I am the Alpha King’s sister!” she argues. “The most honored princess of the Wolf Clan!”Her words have no effect on the guards, frustrating her. They simply stand before the doors, blocking entrance to her and her maids.“Let me in!” she tries again, and one of the guards gives her an apologetic look.“I’m sorry, Princess, but this is an order from the Alpha King.”That just intrigues Jessie’s curiosity even more. She looks at her maids, thinking for a long moment, before beckoning them to the side, out of sight of the guards. She leans in close, whispering to be sure they aren’t overheard.“I need you to pretend to be me, and I’ll pretend to be you,” she directs her similar-looking maid. “You must pretend to faint, and I will sneak in dressed as you.”“Yes, Your Highness,” the maid replies. “That i
Landry POV Bernice doesn’t answer Landry’s threat, just stays sitting on the bed, lips together, looking at him like she has something to hide. She must have something to hide, or she’d explain herself. Landry’s blood boils. He does not like this newfound distance between them. After all, they’d once fought side by side on the battlefield! “Have you lied to me all this time?” he spits out, and is gratified when she flinches the smallest bit. “All our time fighting together, killing the enemy, living and dying – all a lie?” Bernice still does not answer. Landry snarls and paces in front of her, fury growing every time he sees her carefully blank face. “We trusted each other with our lives! We had each other’s backs! Tell me, tell me now. Which part was a lie?” Bernice takes a slow breath. When she speaks, it’s slow and measured, only serving to infuriate the Alpha King more. “I am touched,” she says. “But I don’t have an answer. Think wh
Jessie’s POV “These are perfect,” Jessie declares, selecting some of her finest jewels. She carefully wraps them up and sets them inside the bag she will send to her brother’s new Omega – Denise was her name, Jessie thinks. Such a beautiful Omega deserves beautiful jewels. “Yes, Your Highness,” her maid says. It’s the same maid that had helped Jessie create a diversion by pretending to faint, and Jessie feels very grateful to her. After all, without her, she would have never seen her brother’s Omega! “It’s strange,” Jessie says to her maid, tying the bag shut and handing it to an errand boy, who carries it off. “I could have sworn I’ve seen Denise before…” Her maid looks up at that, a strange look on her face, but Jessie hardly notices, so deep in her thoughts. “It was the look in her eyes…I’ve met an Alpha with those eyes before, although in wolf form. So familiar, with gorgeous snow-white fur. But that can’t be the same person as Denise, right?”
Bernice POVThe knife cuts through the air straight towards me. I struggle in my bonds, twisting enough so that the knife plunges into my shoulder instead of my chest. Pain explodes in my body and I clamp my mouth shut against a scream – I will not show weakness.There’s a snarl from the doorway – I turn my head and see Landry, standing tall and imposing, shoulders back and hands in fists, eyes narrowed at the assassin. His eyes betray how close his wolf is to the surface. He looks nearly dangerous.As the assassin draws back to try and stab me again, I catch her scent. It’s definitely a female, and there’s a familiar edge to her smell, one I remember smelling just hours ago.It’s not the natural scent of the killer, as assassins always mask their natural scent, to hide who they are. But the scents are sweet and floral, very girly and innocent, and I realize I have smelled them before.On Jessie! The assassin carrie’s Jessie’s scent with them, they must have been around Jessie just re
Landry’s POVLandry is stunned.She doesn’t understand? How could she not understand? How are his feelings not clear?He could explain. Right now. He could tell her everything.But staring into her eyes, Landry feels a lump in his throat and decides on a lie. The truth is far too painful, he can’t imagine looking into her beautiful, guarded eyes and telling her his feelings, for her to not respond.“You’ve been my comrade for many years,” he tells her. It’s at least partly the truth. Anyone knows the best lies start that way. “You are the only female Alpha. We have fought together, bled together. You are important.”Something Landry can’t identify flashes in Bernice’s eyes, too quickly for him to realize what it is. She shakes her head, long blonde locks tumbling over her back, and fixes her gaze on him.Landry recognizes that gaze. It is the same one she used while she acted as Alpha, on unruly wolves who dared cross the line. It’s stern, no nonsense, and Landry gulps. He’s somewhat
Bernice POV I suppose I should have expected this question. I have changed to and from my forms enough times in front of Landry that it’s only natural he is curious, and he truly has helped me. He could have cast me out, he could have handed me over to rogue wolves to be raped and killed, but he has helped me and cared for me. He deserves to know. “I was born out of wedlock.” Landry blinks but nods, indicating I should continue. I take a deep breath to steady myself. This story is difficult, and it’s one I have told absolutely no one before in my whole life. “My father had me with my mother, an unbonded Omega. Although I have the royal white fur, I am an Omega, and therefore useless to my father. He had other children, Alpha children, but most died in battle. The only survivor is too young to be Alpha of the pack, and my father is too old. “So, he and my stepmother told me that for the good of the pack, I should take this special medica