登入After one forbidden night with my new stepfather, Alpha Gerald, I can’t stop dreaming about him. Every dream ends with his thick cock buried inside me while he growls, “Take it all, baby girl.” Now I’m trapped between revenge for my father’s murder and an addiction I can’t fight. The Alpha in my dream is going to ruin me…and I’m not sure I want to wake up.
查看更多Molly’s POVThe words hung in the air like poisonous smoke. Under arrest.The phrase felt alien in this house, a place that had always operated on its own unspoken laws, where the word of an Alpha was more binding than any written statute. The two enforcers didn't move; they didn't need to. Their authority was woven into the very fabric of their uniforms, the silver embroidery of the Council gleaming cruelly in the morning light. They stood like twin pillars of inevitability, their faces impassive, their scents sharp, sterile, and metallic cutting through the lingering musk of the household.I felt Silas beside me, his body rigid, a low growl beginning to vibrate in his chest. It was instinctive, the protective fury of a wolf seeing his den violated. "On what grounds?" Silas demanded, stepping forward to shield me instinctively. His voice was no longer the hollow whisper of the night before; it was the controlled thunder of an Alpha challenging an intrusion. "My father has served th
Molly’s POVThe departure of Silas was not the beginning of a storm; it was the beginning of an earthquake. There was no thunderous shouting, no crashing of fine china, no dramatic slamming of doors that would have signaled a typical Alpha's rage. Instead, the rupture between father and son was something far more terrifying in its quietude. It was a surgical severance, a precise and devastating extraction of trust that left the very air in the pack house feeling thin and brittle.From the sanctuary of my bedroom, the world felt as though it were being viewed through a veil of falling snow. I had retreated there, the weight of the revelations pressing against my lungs, needing the solitude of my own skin. But the house was old, and its bones were sensitive. Through the heavy wood of my door and the vents that carried the scents of the sprawling estate, the argument began.It was a conversation of whispers and low, vibrating tones the kind of argument that happens when the participant
Molly’s POVThe weight of the confession seemed to physically alter the room. The sunlight, once warm and inviting, now felt like a spotlight on a crime scene, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air like tiny, swirling fragments of a shattered past. Gerald stood there, a titan of a man, yet he looked as though he were composed of nothing but shadow and regret. The air was thick with the scent of his distress a heavy, musk laden aroma that spoke of old wounds and the crushing pressure of a secret kept too long."You want to know the truth, Molly?" he asked, his voice barely more than a rasp. "You want to know who truly held the blade, even if it was a shadow’s blade? You want to know who gave the order that turned a political disagreement into a massacre?"He took a ragged breath, his eyes closing as if the mere act of remembering was a form of torture. "It was Crowe. Everyone knows Crowe is the hand in the dark, the one who moves the pieces. But Crowe is a man of ambition, no
Molly’s POVThe sunroom, once a place of golden warmth and tranquil afternoon light, suddenly felt like the interior of a glass cage. The air grew heavy, pressing against my lungs until every breath felt like a conscious effort. Gerald stood before me, a man who had always seemed like an immovable mountain, yet in this moment, he looked as though he were made of nothing but shifting sand. The vulnerability in his eyes was more terrifying than any Alpha’s rage could ever be; it was the look of a man who had finally decided that the weight of a secret was more exhausting than the pain of its revelation.He didn't move toward the chairs. He couldn't. It was as if his legs were anchored to the very floorboards of the estate, held down by the gravity of his own history. He looked out the window again, but he wasn't seeing the trees or the shifting shadows of the clouds. He was looking back through time."You want to know what was in those files, Molly," he began, his voice a low, gravell
Molly’s POVI rolled my eyes, crossing my arms over my chest. "Yes," I said, my voice tight with annoyance. "What about it?"He let out a low chuckle, but there was no humor in it. Just something dark and calculating. "Just... really suspicious that she still ended up with him, don't you think?"I
Molly’s POVWith shaking hands, I yanked a handful of tissues from my purse and frantically wiped at the sticky mess between my thighs, trying to erase any evidence of what we'd done. I couldn't let anyone, especially not Gerald, knock me up. Not yet. Not until I had what I wanted from him first.
Molly’s POVHis golden eyes snapped toward the door, pupils blown wide with a mix of panic and fury. In one brutal motion, he wrenched away from me, shoving me off his lap. His heavy cock slapped wetly against his abs as he moved. I gasped, stumbling backward against the armrest, my thighs glisten
Molly’s POVAlpha Gerald was supposed to be in my mother’s bed chamber tonight since he had just married her, to be his Luna. But instead, he was here, in my room, with me, his brand-new stepdaughter. The air between us was thick and electric, heavy with months of stolen glances and unknown hunge
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