The Millennium Silver Wolf: Caught Between The Twin Alphas

~NORA~

"Damn, girl... You never quit." Dexter exclaimed, lips stretched in a grin, and eyes glinting with admiration and fondness.

As usual, our sword training had ended with my sword to his throat while I pressed him against a tree with a smug smile hanging on my lips.

"Gotcha!"

Dropping his sword to the ground, he raised both hands in resignation.

"I have to admit, you did great. Just like every other day."

Through my peripheral vision, I could see other pack members staring at us. The training ground was filled to the brim, as it was a Saturday. And each of them watched me defeat the Alpha in a sword fight.

He was known to be the greatest swordsman throughout all the neighboring packs and beyond. I wanted to respect that. That was why I didn't want to come at him during public training.

But his smug ass couldn't let go.

"I warned you, Dex." My gloating began.

"Now, look where smug ass got you."

His eyes hovered over my body in that seductive, unnerving way that made me gulp.

"That's because I let you win fair and square." Then he leaned forward and his hardness brushed against my crotch, making me gasp.

"Next time, I might just use my charm." His face was teasingly close right now, his gaze hovering over my face, and finally resting on my lips.

They parted without further ado. Then he claimed them, just like he normally did every time. My gasps soon turned into gasps with each nipping, suckling, and nibbling. My thighs pressed against him, seeking that hardness like it was my lifeline. And with each brush, my center dripped, soaking my panties.

I was fully aware that half the pack was staring at us, but hell, I didn't care. And neither did Dexter.

After all, I would be his Luna in a week.

"Ahem!!" A sharp clearing of the throat made Dexter pause, his tongue halfway around mine.

"Is this what the Alpha prince does with his training time?"

I froze. That voice. Moon goddess, no!

Just as Dexter disentangled our lips, I whirled around to make sure my imagination wasn't deceiving me.

A low gasp escaped my lips as my gaze beheld the last person I had expected to see. Well, not like I wasn't expecting him to show up, but I was fervently praying he wouldn't.

Damon had been gone for years, leaving the pack and the throne for Dexter. While Dexter hadn't been fully crowned because he had to hit twenty-five to be crowned the Alpha king, he was the older twin. That gave him an edge.

Plus, he, my father, the reigning Beta alongside the supreme pack elder and other pack elders had been managing the affairs of the pack, waiting for the day he would fully mature to take over.

With the absence of Damon— and no one having a clue where he disappeared to after their parents' death— it was obvious Dexter would be the Alpha king. But right now, who knew...

Well, that was the least of my worries. I had to worry about the loud thudding of my heart at the sight of him, standing there all muscles and height as though he hadn't just wrecked my heart years ago.

His gaze was on me, sharp, sizzling, and annoyingly hot. Then he smiled.

"Hello Ora..."

Heat seared through my veins like hot coals. He hadn't forgotten that nickname.

My jaw clenched as I willed that girl who sprawled in front of his room, clutching her heart in tears when I learned he has left the pack right after I confessed my love for him.

I wasn't about to let Damon Hawthorne, with his glacier jade green eyes, suck me right back where I had been before he left.

Squaring my shoulders, I let my disdainful gaze trail up and down his broad, masculine as sin, Greek godlike frame.

"Look what the cat dragged in." I tossed my honey blonde hair indifferently and buried my face into Dexter's chest.

Speaking of Dexter, he hadn't said anything. He was just gawking at Damon as though he just emanated from a fashion magazine.

Maybe he did. Because in those well-tailored black pants and black dress shirt whose top buttons were torturously undone, and shoulder-length raven-black black hair combed to the back, he looked like he was auditioning for a clothing brand.

Not that he needed any auditioning; he already had the crown. Especially with that sharp jawline, upturned nose, and very tiny lips that looked every inch kissable. Damon was as hot as sin, but damn, was he heartless.

His eyes had darkened as they held mine. But I knew what those jade green eyes could do, so I promptly looked away.

"Hello, twin brother. Cat got your tongue?" He said, gesturing towards Dexter with his chin, like he had a right to be here.

"Damon..."

Dexter finally found his voice. And it came out surprisingly low. Wasn't he happy to see him?

"What are you doing here?"

My jaw dropped at that blunt question. Well, I had my answer. Dexter wasn't happy to see his twin brother, and he made that very clear.

Damon, with his hands shoved in the pockets of his pants, didn't look like he cared. He merely shrugged.

"Just here for the Luna howl. Not to make trouble."

I snorted. "Like, trouble doesn't follow you everywhere."

I was hella surprised to find out that I had said that out loud. Damn, girl!

When I summoned up the courage to glance up at him, his gaze had turned sharper, ready to slice through me if given a chance.

But I saw something else in those eyes. Something I didn't want to admit still existed. A hint of fondness that usually danced around his eyes at the sight of me. That fondness that strengthened me to bare my heart and soul to him that fateful night, but ended up getting humiliated.

Well, never would I be deceived again.

Faking a yawn, I tugged Dexter off the tree. "Come on, baby, let's go. I badly need a shower. Plus, the atmosphere just got polluted.

I saw his jaw clench, and a triumphant smile graced my lips.

"It's so good to see you, Ora." He muttered just as we were about to walk past him.

Turning over my shoulder, I made sure I blessed him with the most disgusting gaze.

"Well, that makes one of us, Damon.”