Deal with the heat

Bare walls surrounded me like a cold, unfeeling cage as the half-moon shone through my open window. Its crooked smile seemed to taunt me mercilessly, a silent, mocking witness to my shame shaming me for the unforgettable actions I had committed, and for the dream I’d endured just last night.

This time it wasn’t a full moon, so I hadn’t expected to have any dream at all.

My mother’s words echoed relentlessly in my mind, repeating like a haunting refrain. Even after I assured her I was fine here in the pack, she still insisted we should escape. And soon.

I stretched out on the narrow bed with a loud yawn, the muscles in my neck stiff and aching from tension. “Hell yeah,” I muttered to myself, craning my neck to look out the window at the silver light spilling across the forest outside.

With my eyes wide open, I listened to the quiet murmurs of the woods  the soft rustling of leaves, the distant call of a night bird. Everything outside was calm, peaceful even, but inside me, turmoil churned. My mother’s warnings buzzed ceaselessly in my head, and the heat burning through me was more unbearable than ever.

I needed to deal with this heat, and fast.

This time, I thought, I had a solution. I had my dildo the one I’d taken from my mother’s place, my secret little weapon against this torment.

I reached beneath the bed, my fingers grazing the cool floorboards until they found the suede straps of my duffle bag. I pulled it out with a soft scrape, then fumbled with the zipper of the small hidden pocket inside. My hand closed around the small gadget, my hope rising.

“What the fuck?” I cursed immediately as I flicked the switch. But nothing. The toy gave one pathetic buzz, then died. I slapped it against my hand, then my leg, then the bed desperate for it to work, but it was useless.

To anyone else, it might seem silly, but I felt a burning frustration boil inside me. This was my only solution, my only relief.

“Fucking great,” I muttered, flinging it across the room, watching as it crashed against the dresser with a sharp clatter.

“Ugh.” Thinking about everything the pulsating ache between my legs, the useless toy, and my ruthless mate  drained every ounce of energy from me.

I lost interest in everything. Slowly, I closed my eyes again and let the soothing sounds of the trees outside lull me, their gentle whispers the only comfort I had.

But however calming the night sounds were, I didn’t want to run this time.

I didn’t want to face Alpha Xavier again.

All I wanted was to be claimed by sleep in peace. But just as I shoved every troubling thought to the back of my mind, a sudden noise made me bolt upright.

Something had dropped onto the floor next to my bed.

Without hesitation, I switched on the light as fast as I could and looked down. Shockingly, there lay a coin, gleaming faintly in the dim light.

“Where the hell did this come from?” I groaned, facepalming as I bent to pick it up. But before I could touch it, I snatched it quickly, retreating to the middle of the bed, clutching the coin tightly in one hand and grabbing the lamp as a makeshift shield with the other.

“Who the fuck is here?” My heart pounded violently against my ribs, fear prickling my skin. I wasn’t safe, not even here.

As I waved the lamp around me, trying to catch a glimpse of whoever had intruded, a low grunt came from the shadows, followed by a heavy thud  I’d hit someone.

“Weak omega, is that how you defend yourself when someone attacks you?” The deep voice of the Alpha cut through the air like a blade, freezing me in place on the bed.

What the hell was he doing here?!

I had tried to avoid him, running from the woods just to escape his presence. And now, he had brought himself to my room. The cruel irony of it  he was the cause of my heat.

“What are you doing in my room? What do you want?” I demanded, gathering my courage.

“No one orders me around in my own pack,” he growled back. “What the fuck are you doing here, Alpha Xavier?”

My unruly mouth refused to hold back. “Isn’t Calla around for you?” I snarled, pushing myself up from the bed. If he thought he could use my heat against me, he was damn wrong. Not tonight. Not him.

“You’re just the breeder. She means nothing,” he sneered.

“Keep dreaming,” I shot back. “By the time you wake up, it’ll be too late.”

I was looking for another punishment, but not tonight. Slowly, I made my way toward the door, determined to get away.

“Did you think this would help you?” His voice was sharp and cold.

I wanted to ignore him, but I found myself answering — a stupid mistake.

“What are you—” I glanced over my shoulder, curious despite myself.

I wish I hadn’t.

My once pounding heart , the one that throbbed wildly like the drum from the little drummer boy stopped cold.

The heavy air I’d been gasping for just seconds before suddenly vanished.

He... he wasn’t...

No. I blinked several times, hoping to wake from this nightmare, but I was still standing just yards away from my Alpha, my pink toy lying uselessly across the room.

And now, I regretted it.

But how did he see it? How did he pick it up? No  more like why.

Flushed with rage, embarrassment, and shock, I lunged at him, my arm outstretched to snatch it back. But he was too fast, already several feet out of reach.

Before I could react, his hand was wrapped tightly around my neck, pressing me back against the cold wall. The impact sent a sharp sting through my skin as I flinched, groaning softly.

“Don’t say that. Now, tell me about the dream you had yesterday.” His grip loosened just enough to let me speak, but not enough for me to escape.

“No thank you.” I refused.

“Why not? I was starring in it, right? I should know.” The devious glare in his ocean-blue eyes made me tremble. “Tell me.”

I couldn’t. Just thinking about that dream made my blood boil with anger  and worse, desire.

I looked up at him, my brown eyes wide with silent pleading. But he looked away, his head tilting as he took in a deep breath of the air around us, just like before.

I knew what he smelled. The scent of grass, trees outside... and my need  raw, desperate, undeniable.

I stared into his darkening eyes. With each passing second, I saw lust flicker beneath his cool exterior. My arousal was getting under his skin.

“So what happened?” The warmth of his breath brushed my cheek as he moved closer, shrinking the space between us.

“You ... you touched me a little. That’s it.” My voice trembled as I babbled nonsense, praying he’d believe me.

“Where?” His smooth lips brushed against my reddened cheek, leaving me both startled and strangely flustered.

“Umm, between my—” A lump formed in my throat, choking off the rest of my words.

“Where did I touch you?”

Seriously?

“Where did I touch you?” he demanded again.

“Between my—” I swallowed hard. “Legs.”

A slow, strange smile spread across his face  one I’d never seen before. Before I could react, his hand was on my stomach. I stiffened under his touch, sucking in a sharp breath.

His fingers traced along my skin, warm and unorthodox, sending a shiver through my core. My legs nearly gave out when I realized what he was exploring.

He released my neck and grabbed my hips, lifting me off the ground. Pressed firmly against the wall, I stared at him with wide, confused eyes.

What the hell?

I searched his face, expecting some cruel game — but there was nothing. No malice, no mockery.

I wasn’t afraid to push him away. Yet my mind seemed to betray me, wavering between resistance and something darker.

I let the heat take control. Temptation was the driver here.

“In your sleep...” He leaned in closer, his breath warm against my skin, his face inches from mine. My heart tumbled into my stomach as he began planting small, delicate kisses along my neck and jaw. My eyes fluttered closed, and I tilted my head, surrendering to his touch.

“I could hear you moan my name over and over.”

His hand slid lower, finding the wetness between my thighs. My hands gripped his arms tightly, desperate to hold back the pleasure threatening to spill out.

“Did I make you cum?” he whispered into my ear.

“N-no.” I exhaled the lie.

He flicked my sensitive nub again, and I quivered, helpless under his touch. What the fuck was I doing?

I parted my lips to stop this madness, but he silenced me with another flick.

I closed my eyes and let the pleasure wash over me. Maybe if I didn’t look at him, I wouldn’t feel so guilty.

“Do you want me to make you cum?” he growled.

My folds slick with need, his fingers became ten times more delicious.

“Yes.” My pussy clenched around his fingers as I relaxed, anticipating release. Deeper, faster — he sped up until finally, I gave in, my back arching, moans escaping in the quiet room.

He lowered me back to my feet. Leaning on the wall for support, I tried to steady myself.

Yes, he’d given me release. But what did it mean?

I looked up at Alpha Xavier for answers. His expression was unreadable, his ocean-blue eyes cold and distant.

“Whatever happened doesn’t mean you get to do whatever you want. You’re still my prisoner... and my breeder.” He snarled, then strode out of my room without looking back.