Chapter 3 – The Agreement

Beatrice sat up, her eyes flashing with renewed anger. "That fool Nathan has no shame," she hissed, pulling her panties back into place. "He brought that breeder, Giselle, into our bedroom. He doesn't care if the whole pack knows about it. I'm the laughing stock of the Green Eyes Pack!"

Lester chuckled, a low, mocking sound. "And what is the difference between you and Nathan? We've been carrying on this affair for months, and we plan to remove him from his position soon enough."

Beatrice crossed her arms, her expression stormy. "Yes, but not until we do it. I don't want to be embarrassed further and become the pack's laughing stock."

Lester raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "Are you jealous of Giselle, Beatrice? Do you envy her position with Nathan?"

Beatrice scoffed, her voice dripping with disdain. "Jealous of that prostitute? Of course not. She's nothing but a low-rank breeder, a plaything for Nathan. I am the Luna, and I will not be overshadowed by some common whore."

Lester's smirk widened, and he leaned back, his eyes never leaving hers. "Then why does it bother you so much? Why the anger, Beatrice? Is it not jealousy that burns in your veins?"

Beatrice turned away, her voice softer but no less fierce. "It's the principle of the matter, Lester. I am the Luna, and I deserve respect. That woman disrespects me, and Nathan allows it. It's an affront to my position, to my dignity."

Lester nodded, understanding in his eyes. "Very well, Beatrice. We will deal with Nathan and Giselle in due time. But for now, let us enjoy the power we hold, the secrets we share."

He stood, offering her his hand. Beatrice took it, allowing him to pull her to her feet. Lester's arms wrapped around her, his lips capturing hers in a deep, passionate kiss. Beatrice melted into him, her anger temporarily forgotten in the heat of their embrace.

As they parted, Lester's eyes held a promise of more to come. "Remember, Beatrice, we are in this together. Nathan and Giselle will get what's coming to them, and then, my dear, the pack will truly know the meaning of power."

Beatrice smiled, a cold, calculating expression that held no warmth. "Yes, Lester. Together, we will take what is rightfully ours, and no one will stand in our way."

Meanwhile, miles away, Giselle’s car pulled up to the gates of the Silver Fang Pack. She barely had time to step out before the old but still sharp-eyed Alpha Joel, nearly seventy, greeted her eagerly.

“There you are,” he said, grinning. Without hesitation, Alpha Joel grabbed her hand and pulled her quickly toward his private room, excitement gleaming in his eyes.

Alpha Joel quickly pulled her into a hug and kissed her passionately, removing her clothes in the process. Giselle was taken aback but decided to let him continue. She was here to please him, after all.

"Suck my cock, Giselle," Joel demanded, his voice low and husky.

Giselle obliged, kneeling down in front of him and taking his dick into her mouth. She sucked and licked, her head bobbing up and down as she asked, "Do you like this, Alpha? Am I good at giving blowjobs?"

Alpha Joel trembled at her touch, his hands reaching out to hold her head in place. "Yes, Giselle. My payment to you is so worth it. Suck it more."

Giselle took his words as a challenge and deep-throated his cock, her lips meeting his balls. She could feel him getting closer to cumming, but before he could, Joel pulled away and commanded her to bend over the bed.

"Show me how ready your pussy is, Giselle," he said, his voice filled with desire.

Giselle did as she was told, lying down on the bed and spreading her legs wide open. She started rubbing her clit, feeling herself getting wetter with every stroke. "I'm ready, Alpha Joel. Fuck my pussy now."

Alpha Joel didn't need any more invitation. He rubbed his cock against her clit, teasing her before finally burying his whole dick inside her tight pussy. He started pounding her, his balls slapping against her ass with every thrust.

"Fuck, you feel so good, Giselle," he groaned, his hands reaching out to squeeze her nipples.

Giselle response, her pussy tightening around his cock. She could feel herself getting closer to cumming, her body shaking with pleasure.

"Don't stop, Alpha Joel. Fuck me harder," she begged.

Alpha Joel obliged, his thrusts becoming more forceful as he pounded her pussy. Giselle could feel herself getting closer to the edge, her body tensing up as she prepared for the explosion of pleasure.

And then, she came. Her pussy clenched around Joel's cock, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm. Alpha Joel followed shortly after, his cock twitching inside her as he filled her pussy with his cum.

The two of them lay there, panting and spent. Giselle looked up at Joel, her eyes filled with satisfaction. "Was that worth your payment, Alpha Joel?"

Alpha Joel smiled down at her, his eyes filled with desire. "More than worth it, Giselle.

Giselle stood up from the bed, her movements graceful and calm as she began slipping back into her clothes. Her long hair fell over her shoulder as she adjusted her top. She glanced at the time on her phone and sighed lightly.

“I need to go now,” she said firmly, walking over to the table to take the check that was already prepared.

But just as her fingers touched it, Alpha Joel’s wrinkled hand shot out and snatched it away. His grin was sly, his old eyes still gleaming with desire. “Not yet,” he said, voice low and eager. “One more round, Giselle.