THE ALPHA VIRGIN TOY

Maya stood frozen as another scream ripped through the clearing, sharp and brief before it was cut short. Blood sprayed across the dirt floor of the den, staining the packed earth and the roots that jutted out like skeletal fingers. She could do nothing but watch.Silver chains bit cruelly into her wrists, ankles, and throat, burning her skin with every shallow breath she took. The metal hummed faintly, a constant reminder of her helplessness. Even if she wanted to fight, to shift, to run she couldn’t. Silver stripped her of every advantage she had ever gained from the curse that ran through her blood.Her alpha lay dead.Rowan’s body was crumpled near the far wall, his lifeless eyes staring at nothing. Beside him lay Dax, his mate and queen, her auburn hair matted with blood. Maya’s chest tightened painfully as she forced herself not to look for too long. The grief threatened to choke her, and she couldn’t afford to lose what little control she had left.The pack had been invaded sla

Zion turned his attention back toward the pack, his gaze sweeping over them with open contempt. Their expressions were a mixture of fear, resentment, and something darker relief that the attention was no longer on them.They hated the fact they had ever taken her in.“None of them care about you,” Zion said calmly, the words sharp and deliberate as he reached down and hauled Maya to her feet.The truth of it struck harder than any blow. Maya didn’t argue. She didn’t deny it. The pack wouldn’t meet her eyes, and that silence spoke louder than any accusation.Zion took a moment to really look at her.Even without scent, he would have known she wasn’t full-blood. Her body betrayed her lineage in ways no wolf could hide. Full-blooded females were built lean and lithe, all sharp muscle and predatory grace. Maya was something else entirely lush, soft where wolves were hard, undeniably feminine in a way that pulled his attention without effort.Her breasts were full and heavy, her hips wide,

Jumping over the edge, Zion followed her down. He’d met a half-breed in the city, and they’d become close. During their time together, Zion asked the man how he’d stopped himself from turning. The man had been bitten by a female wolf. She’d helped him through the change, but she’d been turned out by her pack for turning a mate.Zion didn’t have a problem with half-breeds, and he was friends with the young couple. They were not part of his pack, as neither of them wanted to be part of a pack.The water surrounded him, and he pushed up to the surface, gasping for air. The rush was amazing, and he knew he’d be coming a lot more to jump over the edge.Maya screamed out, pushing the hair out of her eyes.Laughing, Zion dipped down. The water wasn’t cold, as it was turning out to be one of the hottest Augusts ever. He loved the heat, as it meant not many clothes needed to be worn. The one thing he hated about life in the city was the fact he had to wear clothes to work. Zion loved being nak

Moving forward, Zion grabbed her hands, pushing them out of the way. He wasn’t going to give her a chance to hide from him. All night he’d been holding this off, but he could wait no longer. She was his, and he intended to take full advantage of her body. Women were too slender in the packs he’d visited. He screwed them even though he found little to no satisfaction with them.Maya was all women. Her curves were driving him crazy, and knowing the scent of innocence had nothing to do with her being a virgin, Zion couldn’t wait to slam inside her.“You will not cover yourself up. I want to see every part of you.”He lifted her face up to see him with a finger underneath her chin.“Do you understand?”“Yes.”Tears shone in her eyes. She kept them at bay, pulling out of his arms.She unbuttoned the top button of her jeans, lowering the zipper.Zion watched her wriggle out of her jeans. Holy fuck, look at those thighs. He couldn’t wait to have them wrapped around his hips. They were firm a

Zion slid his fingers deeper, feeling the hot rush of her climax coat his skin. As her body shuddered and eased, he could sense the restless wolf within her finally quieting, at least for now. He trailed soft kisses along her jaw and stroked her sides gently, pulling his hand free from the slick heat between her legs. How many cycles had she endured alone like this? He couldn't remember any female managing a full heat without a male's touch to ground her. Whatever tricks she'd used had kept the beast at bay enough to function, but it was only a temporary fix."Thanks," she whispered, her voice husky and laced with a soft moan. A low, contented rumble vibrated from her chest—did she even notice it?He wasn't anywhere near finished. His cock throbbed painfully, demanding its turn to spill deep inside her.Mate.The word slammed into his thoughts, freezing him for a heartbeat. No. He shoved it down hard. He wouldn't let that instinct rush him into something irreversible. Not yet. He had