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[ SELENA ]
I stood outside the Alpha’s door, my hand shaking so hard the tray I was holding rattled. The head maid told me he asked for me specifically to bring his breakfast. Why? Why me, and why today of all days? I took a quick, panicked sniff of the air, praying my scent suppressant was actually working. He couldn’t know. If he found out I was his mate, I’d be dead, or worse, rejected. I’m just an Omega, a rejection like that from an Alpha would literally kill my wolf. For months, I’ve been a professional at ghosting him, staying in the shadows and making sure our paths never crossed. But my luck finally ran out. ***“Why don’t we just tell him, Selena?” my wolf, Lena, whimpered in my head. She was practically scratching at the surface, desperate to get to her mate. “Maybe things would be different. Maybe he’d actually want us.”**** “No, Lena. We aren’t risking it,” I snapped back internally. “He’s notorious for a reason. He’d reject us and banish us without a second thought.” ***“But—”*** “No ‘buts.’ We stay hidden until we save enough money to leave this pack for good. That’s final.” “Are you going to go in, or just stand there looking like a fool?” One of the guards at the door was staring at me, his eyebrows pulled together in a look of pure exhaustion. I let out a nervous, awkward laugh and flashed him a weak smile. “Right. Going in. Now.” I took a deep breath, trying to stop the frantic beating of my heart, and pushed the heavy oak door open with my shoulder. The room was dim, smelling strongly of sandalwood, expensive bourbon, and him, that overwhelming scent of rain and forest floor that made Lena howl in the back of my mind, one that sent a signal straight to my core, I could feel my self getting wet. Which is dangerous because I could not have him nothings my musk. The Alpha was sitting at a massive desk by the window, his back to me. Even sitting down, he looked powerful, his broad shoulders stretching the fabric of his black shirt. Which is only adding to my problem because looking at him makes my clit ache for his tongue. "Set it on the table," he said. His voice was a low growl that vibrated right through the floorboards and straight up my spine. "Yes, Alpha," I whispered. My voice sounded small and brittle. I moved as quickly as I could, trying to be a ghost. I set the tray down on the coffee table, my fingers fumbling with the silver dome covering his eggs. Just leave, I told myself. Drop the food and run. "You're late, Selena." I froze. He hadn't turned around, but hearing my name come out of his mouth felt like a physical touch. He wasn't supposed to know my name. To him, I should have been just another nameless face in the kitchen. "I... I apologize, Alpha. The kitchens were busy this morning," I lied, my eyes fixed on the rug. I heard the creak of his leather chair as he stood up. I didn't dare look, but I could feel him moving toward me. The air in the room grew heavy, charged with an intensity that made my skin prickle. He stopped just a few feet away, close enough that I could feel the heat radiating off his body. "Look at me," he commanded. Lena was doing mental backflips, screaming at me to look, to touch, to claim. I squeezed my eyes shut for a second, forcing her down. I couldn't look. If I looked into those eyes, I was afraid the suppressant wouldn't be enough to hide the truth written all over my face. "I have work to finish, Alpha," I said, my voice trembling as I took a step back toward the door. "If that's all..." "It isn't," he said, his voice dropping an octave as he took a predatory step forward, closing the gap I’d just tried to create. "Why are you so afraid of me, little wolf?" I shifted from one foot to the other, the silence in the room feeling heavy enough to suffocate me. My heart was a frantic drum against my ribs. "I’m... I’m not afraid of you, Alpha," I stammered, still refusing to meet his eyes. "It’s just... my sign of respect." "Really?" he asked. The word was smooth, but there was an edge to it, like he was peeling back layers of a lie I hadn't even finished telling yet. "Really," I muttered, focusing intensely on a small scuff on my worn shoes. ***“See how calm he is with us, Selena?” Lena’s voice was a purr now, vibrating through my chest. “He’s treating us well. Hiding like this is basically treating him badly. Just let a little bit of our scent out... just a tiny bit.”*** “Shut the fuck up, Lena!” I snapped at her mentally, shoving her toward the darkest corner of my mind. “Stay calm. If our scent gets out, I swear I won’t forgive you. Do you want to be hunted? Because that’s how this ends.” The silence stretched on until I couldn't take it. I ventured a glance up through my lashes, and my breath hitched. He was watching me, not like a boss watching an employee, but like a predator tracking something it had finally cornered. His gaze was intense, dark, and far too focused. "I will be going now, Alpha," I said, already turning toward the door, desperate for the safety of the hallway. "Stay until I’m done eating, Selena." He didn't yell. He didn't have to. He just sat back down in his chair, pulled the tray toward him, and gestured to the space in front of his desk. He was perfectly calm, which somehow made the situation ten times more terrifying. I felt like a bird trapped in a cage with the door wide open, yet too scared to fly. I slowly walked back to the center of the room, my hands clenched into fists at my sides to keep them from shaking. Every second I spent in this room was a second the suppressant had to work overtime. "Is the food not to your liking, Alpha?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper, just trying to break the tension before it snapped me in half. He picked up a fork, his eyes never leaving mine as he took a bite. "The food is fine," he said slowly. "But it's the company I’m interested in." Then all of a sudden, he pushed the chair back with a harsh scrape against the floor and stood up, walking toward me. He took his time, taking one deliberate step at a time, closing the distance until the air in the room felt electric. "I’m done playing games with you, Selena. I'm done playing hide and seek. So now, let it out." "Wh... what?" I asked, my voice cracking. I took a shaky step back, my legs feeling like lead. "Your scent and your wolf. Let it out, Selena. Don’t push me harder, because you won’t like what the outcome will be." Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. He knew? He knew, but for how long? Had he been watching me this whole time, waiting for me to trip up? My mind raced, looking for an exit, a lie, anything. "Alpha, I..." I started to say, my breath coming in short, panicked gasps. "Don’t, Selena," he growled, his eyes darkening until they were almost entirely black. "Don’t fucking say a word. Just let it out, or I swear I’m going to press you against that wall and fuck you so hard I'll cripple you."He swirled his tongue around the opening of my vagina, cleaning away every trace he could reach, his breathing becoming just as ragged as mine."Does it feel good, Willow?" he murmured, his tongue flicking against my clit one more time. "Does it feel better to have someone be gentle with you after what he did?""It feels... amazing," I choked out, my head falling back against the pillow.The contrast was staggering. Where the Alpha had been a storm of teeth and relentless force, Rox was a slow, steady burn. He didn't answer with words; instead, he buried his face deeper, his tongue flattened as he began to lick me in long, rhythmic upward strokes. He was drinking me in, his throat working as he swallowed the Alpha's mark along with my own rising heat.He moved his hands from my thighs to my hips, his fingers digging in just enough to hold me steady as his tongue darted inside my opening. He worked it like a finger, mimicking the motion of a slow thrust, swirling around the entrance to
His roar tore through the silent woods, a raw, animalistic sound that signaled the end of his restraint. His body went rigid, every muscle in his back and arms corded like steel cables as he delivered several final, devastating thrusts. He was bottoming out, hitting the very back of my womb with a force that made my vision go white."I'm... filling... you," he ground out through clenched teeth, his voice a distorted growl.Then, he buckled. I felt the first massive, hot pulse of his seed hitting my internal walls, followed by another and another. He buried his face in the crook of my neck, his entire frame shuddering as he flooded me, the sheer volume of his release making me feel even fuller than before. He didn't pull back; he kept himself slammed against me, pinning me to the tree as he emptied himself into me, his heart thudding like a drum against my chest.I was limp in his arms, my legs still hooked weakly around his waist, my body buzzing with a lingering, heavy aftershock. Th
He gripped my waist and spun me around so I was facing him, my back now pressed against the rough tree. He hooked his large hands under my thighs and hoisted me up, forcing me to wrap my legs around his waist. I whimpered, feeling the cool night air hit my core, but my breath hitched when I saw what he was looking at. White, thick cream was slowly dripping down from my opening, trailing over my inner thighs. "What a perfect art," he rasped, his eyes dark with a fresh wave of hunger. He didn't look at my face; he was mesmerized by the sight of his own mark on me, the evidence of my total surrender shining in the silver moonlight. "Alpha... please," I breathed, my hands clutching his massive shoulders for support. My body was still trembling from the first release, but seeing him look at me with such primal pride made my own heat flare up all over again. "You're not going anywhere, Willow," he growled, his gaze finally snapping up to meet mine. "The moon is still high, and I've barel
[ WILLOW’S POV ] "Please, Mum, today is the full moon! You can’t just send me out there. You know how tonight is, the male wolves will be everywhere, satisfying their ruts one way or another." "I don’t care, Willow. You need to get me the mogo herb. Look at your sister; she’s sick and only that herb can stabilize her," Mum snapped. I looked over at Ezra. She was lying on the couch with a faint smirk dancing on her lips. I knew she wasn’t sick; she was faking it just to destroy me, yet Mum fell for it every time. "Mum, she’s not even sick to begin with!" "Enough, Willow! Enough!" Mum thundered. "Go out there and get me what I need. Do it now!" I glanced toward my brother’s room, hoping maybe he could come out and help me, but the whole house was vibrating with his moans. He was in there banging some whore he brought home to satisfy his rut, and the entire place was reeking of their sex. Mum shifted uncomfortably. We all were. Ever since Eric started his banging, the tensio
I leaned in, my lips brushing against hers, not taking her yet, just savoring the taste of her. I pulled her body flush against mine, my hands sliding down her damp back to hold her steady. "You're my Luna, Selena," I murmured against her mouth. "And I’m going to spend the rest of today showing you exactly what that means." I didn't give her a chance to pull away. I reached down and scooped her up, my arms locking around her damp thighs as I carried her across the room. She gasped, her hands flying to my shoulders to steady herself. I didn't take her back to the bed. Instead, I moved toward the long, polished dining table. With one sweeping motion of my arm, I cleared the surface, sending the breakfast tray, the silver domes, and the crystal glasses flying. The sound of porcelain shattering and silver hitting the floor echoed like a gunshot through the silent room, but I didn't care. I slammed her down onto the hard wood, her legs naturally parting for me as I stepped between them.
[ KARL’S POV ] I sat at the head of the long oak table, my Beta droning on about border patrols and supply lines, but I wasn't hearing a word of it. My mind was back in my bedroom, locked onto the flickering connection of the bond. I felt it the second she touched herself. A sharp, sweet throb of desire that nearly made me groan out loud in front of the entire council. “Love that?” I threw the words down the link, my voice dark and commanding. I felt her jump through the bond—a spike of pure, delicious panic. I could picture her perfectly: tangled in my sheets, skin flushed, her hand frozen. It took everything I had not to stand up and walk out of the room right then. “Hi, beautiful. Hope your night was blissful,” I teased. I felt her heart hammering like a trapped bird. She tried to act tough, tried to sound composed, but the bond didn't lie. She was vibrating with a need that only I could satisfy. When she tried to argue about the maid, I shut it down. She was my Luna now; she







