The Alpha's Touch: Revival of the Eastern Kingdom

In an expensive suite of one of São Paulo's most luxurious hotels, a slender figure was sprawled on the lavish bed.  

The man standing beside the bed brushed aside the young woman’s soft, blonde hair, revealing a face with unique features. Her rosy lips appeared dry.  

“It’s so dry here!” she exclaimed. “I need water!”  

The man beside the bed scoffed disdainfully, picked up his phone, and walked out to make a call.  

“Are you coming soon? She’s in room 268, and the effects of the drug are starting to show. But remember, take some spicy photos for me when you're done.”  

“Don’t worry, I’m almost there!”  

The suite door closed, and the person on the phone hadn’t noticed that the girl on the bed was watching him.  

Victoria propped up her weakened body as she got out of bed. A surge of unfamiliar heat burned through her body, and with the little strength she had left, she staggered out into the hotel corridor, trembling.  

She knew her half-sister, Ciara, was behind this, and she couldn’t let her plan succeed.  

The elevator chimed just as Stella was deciding which direction to run, and she tensed up. That person was probably sent by Ciara, so she ran in the opposite direction.  

“Stop right there!”  

The person shouted down the corridor upon seeing Victoria fleeing.  

Victoria didn’t know how many flights of stairs she had descended, but she was exhausted. The drug was taking its toll, and the pursuer was closing in.  

She had no more energy to keep running, as both legs had lost all strength.  

Would she really fail to escape?  

At that moment, Victoria realized the door she was leaning against wasn’t properly closed. With a simple push, she opened it and quickly slipped into the room.  

The person chasing her smirked; their plan had worked. Victoria certainly wouldn’t leave that room alive.  

Meanwhile, Victoria used the last of her strength to close the door and collapsed heavily onto the carpeted floor.  

Her head felt heavier, and everything around her began spinning.  

Her face was unnaturally flushed, though the vibrant color made her striking features even more captivating.  

She gasped for breath, her mouth open. The turbulent heat inside her body seemed to drain every ounce of energy she had.  

She needed water.  

Victoria stumbled further into the room, dazed, and suddenly tripped over something.  

“Oh.”  

The lights in the room were off. The curtains were tightly drawn, blocking out any light, and Victoria couldn’t see anything clearly.  

Her face seemed to press against something warm.  

In the darkness, a man, also under the influence of a drug, opened his eyes. His handsome features were hidden in the shadows, but his gaze was sharp, like that of a hibernating predator.  

“Who are you?”  

Her instincts told her he had something that could help her.  

The girl’s voice was soft and hypnotic. As she spoke, her warm breath enveloped the man, and a wave of heat surged toward his lower abdomen.  

However, he didn’t have the strength to move at that moment.  

“Who sent you here? Get out...”  

All his muscles tensed in an instant.  

Victoria didn’t know what had come over her. She didn’t feel like herself. She straddled the man’s abdomen, then instinctively pressed her red lips to his without further thought.  

The man had a refreshing scent she liked—a scent full of masculinity.  

She nibbled on his cold, soft lips, then moved to his chin and jawline. Her breathing was erratic, and a soft moan escaped her flushed lips.  

“I feel so uncomfortable. Can you help me…?”  

The man was about to say something when her lips pressed deeply against his again, silencing his words.  

Neither could see the other’s face clearly, but both felt the burning heat emanating from their bodies.  

Victoria’s delicate arms wrapped tightly around the man’s neck. She didn’t know what else to do but kiss him. She buried her flushed face in his neck, letting out a painful moan.  

Victoria had no idea why she felt an inexplicable trust in this man.  

Maybe it was because he lay there without moving. Or perhaps it was because he hadn’t hurt her even after she kissed him like that.  

But she hadn’t considered the primal instincts of a man.  

As she moved to kiss him again, he suddenly trembled, flipping her beneath him and pinning her down.  

In the darkness, Victoria could feel the extreme allure in the man’s cold, dark eyes as he stared at her, pulling her into an endless whirlpool.  

Victoria couldn’t help but nervously swallow. Her hands slid unconsciously under the man’s shirt, her fingers gently caressing, lightly dancing across his well-defined abdomen. They seemed to have a mind of their own, moving lower instinctively...  

It was as if her body had been forcibly opened by an axe.  

Despite the pain she felt, her drug-induced body only craved more. Her hands gripped the man’s tense muscles, demanding more from his strong, taut arms as her nails left scratched trails of blood on his skin.