ALPHA BITCH

DAWN’S POV

Author's warning: The next two chapters contain a descriptive sex scene. If you are comfortable with explicit content, please proceed. If not, read at your own risk.

I squatted in the middle of my room, stroking my young son's face as he wept. "Come on now, honey, it's time for you to go to bed in your own room."

"I can't sleep alone," Waylen cried, his face crumpling in distress. "I have nightmares!"

I sighed. I wasn't ready to listen to him; my mind was consumed with Rex's impending return. He had gone to the poor section of the pack to see Hugo, who was the Alpha of that section, while I was the Alpha of the rich section, which was the largest and most progressive part of the pack.

"Rachel, take Waylen away," I ordered, not showing any concern as the young nanny dragged my son and closed the door behind them. As he was led away, the heat of anticipation surged through me. "I can't wait for Rex to get back," I muttered to myself.

I was so lost in my thoughts that I almost didn't hear the knock at the door. "Who is it?" I called out. "It's me, Rex," came the reply.

My heart skipped a beat. "Come in, honey," I said, rising to my feet. “I missed you.” I said as I jumped into Rex’s arms and kissed him. I let out a moan as his hand roamed over my body, but my mind was still racing with worry. I need to talk to him about Waylen, about the struggles I was having being a mother to our son.

“Rex,” I whispered, pushing him away slightly, as I stood on the ground. “I need to talk to you about something.” But Rex silenced me with a deep kiss, pulling me closer to him. I could feel his passion building, but I couldn’t ignore the weight on my chest. I thought I wanted to spend some time with him but Waylen was spoiling the fun.

“Rex, please,” I said, breaking the kiss. “I’m serious. I don’t know what to do about Waylen. He cries all the time, and I don’t think I can handle it anymore.”

Rex’s eyes narrowed as he pulled away from me and lured me to the bed so I could sit on his lap. “What are you saying, Dawn?”

“I don’t want the pack to go to Waylen,” I said. “I can’t imagine him being in charge. And sometimes…sometimes I think it would better if he was dead.”

Rex's expression hardened, and I realized too late what I had said. "I didn't mean it like that," I tried to explain. "I just meant...I don't know. I'm tired, Rex."

"Tired of what? Of being a mother?" Rex's voice was cold.

I shook my head, tears prickling at the corners of my eyes. "No, I just mean...I didn't know it would be this hard. I didn't know what I was signing up for when I agreed to keep him."

Rex let out a frustrated sigh, running his hand through his hair. "The more dangerous you get, the more I love you, but don't ever think of killing our son. I know you like power, but you can't live forever." I smiled at him and gave him a light kiss on the lips.

Rex reached out to stroke my cheek, his touch gentler now. "You're strong, Dawn," he said. "Stronger than you think. And as for Waylen...we'll figure it out. We'll make sure he's ready to lead when the time comes."

I nodded, feeling some of the tension leave my body. "Thank you, Honey."

Without another word, he pulled me back into his arms, his hands roaming over my body once more. For a moment, I forgot all of my worries and simply gave into the passion.

As his fingers and arms touched my shirt, the fabric felt incredibly soft to him. The smoothness of my skin underneath only enhanced the feeling. He handled it delicately, relishing the contrast between the material of my bra and the skin-to-skin touch.

Previously invisible, my nipples now stuck out from underneath my shirt, large and impressive. Feeling emboldened after several slow passes, he let his forefinger drift north, adding his thumb to the contact on top and moving them together until they were just barely touching the sides of my little bumps. He continued trying to come up with something dirty to say, something to imply this was all still just a joke, but everything seemed half-baked.

"You are stunning. Your body never fails to amaze me. You wild little vixen," he muttered.

Seeing my neck stretched just so, he knew what I'd like next and lowered his head to it. Finding my hair obstructive, he took his hand from my breast and brushed it aside, tucking it behind my ear. I took a deep breath again, tilting my head more. He kissed me gently, placing one after another in a line going up my neck.

I turned away from Rex, feeling suddenly shy and averting my gaze. Rex cleared his throat to catch my attention. When I looked over, he beckoned me with one finger. I rolled onto my hands and knees and crawled over to him. I stopped and sat between his knees. I looked up at him, trying to appear as innocent as possible.

He leaned forward and pulled my arms into the air. I kept them there as he grabbed the bottom of my shirt and yanked it over my head. He then pulled me onto his lap. I could feel his muscular body warm against the back of mine. I wanted to melt into him. He clasped my head between his hands.

"Do you like what you see? I'm going to hold you down and do things to your body that will make you beg me to stop," he said, while running his hands over my breasts, between my thighs, and down my legs.