Chapter 4: Meg the Secret

Meg

In the silence of the master suite, Hunter Black stood with his back to the edge of the bed, his massive, scarred frame trembling with a tension that bordered on violent. I was on my knees before him, fully naked, my movements fluid and practiced. I had become an expert in the art of Hunter’s undoing, sensing exactly when to hold back and when to push. I started with slow, feather-gentle kisses on his cock, then licked it with a desperate intensity, like an ice cube on a hot summer day, that sent a sharp jolt of raw electricity down his spine.

Hunter fisted my messy hair, yanking my head back until I was forced to look up into his burning gaze. His breath hitched as he watched me, I didn't look away from him, letting my fingers delve into my own slick heat. I moved with a slow, deliberate suction, curling my fingers against my sensitive core chasing a peak.

"Look at your owner," he growled, his knuckles white as he pinned me. He surged forward, driving into my throat with a brutal, relentless rhythm that left me gagging. I clutched his thighs, gasping and teary-eyed, unable to escape the force of his claim. I swallowed every inch of him, satisfying the predator who held my leash.

Hunter pulled on a crisp, charcoal dress shirt, he didn't bother with a tie; his focus had already shifted to the night ahead. I remained on the bed, my posture languid and intentionally provocative. I was draped in nothing but a discarded silk sheet, letting it slip just enough to display my breasts, my eyes tracking his every move with a mixture of adoration and desire.

"You're leaving," I murmured, my voice like velvet, though it held a trace of a challenge. "Take me with you. I’m tired of staring at these walls, Hunter. I want to see how the rest of the world looks at you."

Hunter glanced over his shoulder, his grey eyes lingering on me for a second too long, heavy with suspicion. Then, he shook his head, his expression hardening back into the cold, impenetrable mask of the Silver Moon Alpha "Not tonight," he said, his voice clipped.

I pouted, shifting so that the sheet fell further. "Is it because you’re afraid, they’ll realize you’re more interested in me than any of those noble daughters?"

Hunter walked over to the bed, looming over me until he was close enough that I could smell the faint, lingering scent of our sex. He reached out, his hand trailing firmly over my shoulder before he tucked the silk back up, covering my skin with possessive finality. "Don't be foolish," he growled. "The White Wolf clan is hosting tonight. King Alpha Rowan and Queen Luna Agatha will be there. I am going to negotiate a future for my pack, not to flaunt my bed warmer."

"So, what?" I whispered, leaning into his touch. "I’m just a secret?"

"You are my secret. I am not keeping you inside my room or packhouse walls now, am I?" he corrected, his voice dropping to a dangerous, low vibration. "But there is a hierarchy in this world, Meg. No Alpha in his right mind walks into a gala hosted by royalty with a mistress on his arm. It would be an insult to the Hais family, and a public display that would make me look like a fool who can't keep his appetites private."

He stood up, pulling on his jacket and adjusting the lapels, eyeing me through the mirror. "You stay here in my bed for when I get back. That is your place tonight, not at my side in front of the Moon Goddess’s bloodline."

Hunter slammed the door so hard the frame rattled—a sound of pure disgust. He couldn't stand it whenever I asked him to join him while visiting other packs; it made him physically sick. He wanted me out of sight, locked away, scared that if I ever get a taste of the world outside, I’ll realize I can do better and leave him for an Alpha who’s stronger.

With Hunter, behind closed doors, I am bold, vocal, and utterly shameless, turning my lack of status into a game where I hold all the cards. I have mastered the art of being exactly what Hunter wants, even while he thinks he’s the one in charge.

With dark brown hair down to my waist, dark brown eyes, and a body that is undeniably curvy, lush and feminine, I fill out my clothes in a way that is impossible to ignore. I don't carry the traditional "beauty" of a princess, but I carry myself with an ease that suggests I have mastered dark skills that keep a man coming back. I trade grace for a pleasing, addictive kind of knowledge that makes me far more memorable than the refined beauties in the room. And for that, and that only, I know exactly how to secure my permanent place in Alpha Hunter’s pack house and bed.