CHAPTER FOURTEEN

ALPHA KIA'S POV

Tick. Tock.

The sound of my wristwatch's constant clicking fills my ears as I braced the thin silence of my chambers. I had requested for Carl to block everyone from coming in, the ministers, Luke, and most importantly, Pamela.

After the night I spent with Emma, I had left her room and was on my way back to my suite when I ran into the figure of Pamela. "You were with her right?" I could vividly remember her saying.

"What does that scrawny girl has that I don't? Come on, you know I am far better than her." She rambled and I had shut her up leaving her grumbles behind as I made my way to my suite.

Pamela had always been a fleeting distraction—a fiery, intense presence that heated the nights but left no lasting mark. Our shared moments were nothing more than a way to pass time, to indulge in the physical pleasures of our connection. I never allowed myself to be fooled into thinking there was more to it. She was an easy escape, a way to satisfy cravings without any emotional commitment.

But Emma was different. From the moment she entered my world, she unsettled me in ways I couldn’t quite explain. She wasn’t like the others. Where Pamela was bold and familiar, Emma was an enigma—gentle, yet undeniably captivating. She had an innocence that made her stand out, an undercurrent of strength that intrigued me.

Her presence lingered in my mind, a persistent whisper that refused to be silenced. It was unsettling, this constant pull I felt towards her. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it, but Emma had managed to burrow into my thoughts in a way that was both strange and compelling.

As I mulled over the implications of this new and confusing attachment, a troubling thought crossed my mind. What if this connection, this inexplicable interest in Emma, was a weakness? What if her presence, so different from the fleeting pleasures of Pamela, could undermine my authority and dedication to the pack?

The weight of these thoughts pressed down on me, and just as I wrestled with the unease they brought, the door to my room creaked open. I glanced up, my attention shifting from the turmoil within to the newcomer at the threshold. Who would enter now, and what would their presence bring?

"Who is that?" I called out, turning my gaze to the door. I remember telling Carl to postpone any visiting of pack matters till after today.

Responding to my words were the familiar clip-clop of heels coming in from the distance. My face flashed into a frown as I recognized the sound. They could only belong to one person.

Pamela.

My head was immediately filled with different questions. How did she get into my chambers? How did she get past Carl, past the security I had guarding the door to ensure no one came in.

The door pulled open and a pair of red stilettos came into view causing me to smirk as Pamela's figure stepped into the room. She was dressed in a short knee-length gown with a split that revealed an indecent view of her milky thighs, and all of her edges.

“What are you doing here?” I demanded, trying to mask the heat in my gaze with a facade of irritation. “Get out,” I barked, my voice laced with feigned anger.

Pamela, undeterred by my tone, stepped further into the room with a confidence that was almost palpable. Her outfit was deliberately revealing, clinging to her curves in a way that was both provocative and mesmerizing. Every movement she made was designed to draw attention, her eyes glinting with a seductive challenge.

She approached me slowly, each step measured and deliberate. “Oh, come on,” she purred, her voice dripping with allure. “I know you don’t really want me to leave.” Her fingers traced lightly over my chest, sending a shiver through me despite my attempts to remain composed.

Her proximity was intoxicating, and her scent—a blend of jasmine and something deeper, more primal—enveloped me. Pamela's lips were inches from mine, her breath warm and inviting. She leaned in, her voice a whisper that promised more. “You’ve been so tense, Kai. Let me help you unwind.”

The facade of resistance cracked as her lips brushed against mine. The kiss was gentle at first, a teasing exploration that soon turned urgent and consuming. The control I had worked so hard to maintain slipped away, replaced by a hunger that matched hers. As I deepened the kiss, the world outside ceased to exist. The seductive dance of her body pressed against mine overwhelmed my senses, and before I knew it, we were entwined in a passion that left little room for restraint.

Her fingers traced down to my pants as our kiss deepened. Her fingers rushed to my crotch, rubbing my already hardened member before unhooking my belts. My zips pulled off and in just a matter of seconds, her lips were all over my cock.

I continued feeling the pleasure as I pulled her head lower, gagging her. In a swift rise, I flipped her to the bed, rubbing her clitoris with my palms as I fingered.

"Umm.." she moaned in a soft cry, as her head bopped up and down on my cock. I paused and pulled her into a kiss as I laid on the bed giving her primary control as she climbed me and was riding my cock.

Pamela was moving on top of me with a relentless rhythm, her body pressing against mine, every movement sending waves of heat through me. Her body was a perfect rhythm against mine, the heat building with every second. The intensity of our connection was almost overwhelming when I suddenly heard the soft shuffle of footsteps. My heart pounded, and I pulled my gaze away from Pamela to see who had entered. As I turned, the blood drained from my face.

There, in the doorway, stood Emma—her eyes wide, her breath catching in her throat.