Letting Randaya into the room, I watched her closely, intrigued. She walked into my bedroom with surprising confidence, placing the strawberries and glasses on the dresser, then handed me the champagne bottle, silently asking me to open it. “Is there a special occasion?” I asked, my eyes drifting slowly over the flawless curve of her waist. “We’ll see,” she replied mysteriously, casting a brief, flirtatious glance before lowering her eyes in a teasingly shy way. I popped the cork and poured the sparkling liquid into two glasses, handing her one. She accepted it gracefully, taking a few slow sips before picking up a strawberry. Biting into it—deliberately, erotically—she sent me a signal that couldn’t be misread. “Won’t your father mind what you’re planning to do here tonight?” I smirked, circling her slowly. This girl… she was clearly more of a dark horse than I had expected. “I’m old enough to make my own decisions,” Randaya said with a theatrical twist in her voice and a litt
Strangely enough, it wasn’t Randaya’s timid gaze I craved—but hers. Alina’s defiant spark, her sharp tongue. The fire in her eyes that never failed to challenge me. The thought was fleeting, swept away the moment I saw Randaya descending the stairs. She looked breathtaking—elegant and graceful, every inch the young she-wolf a powerful alpha would be proud to call his mate. "Hi," I smiled at the brunette, letting my gaze travel over the striking beauty of the young she-wolf. "You look absolutely stunning tonight," I complimented her sincerely. "Hi... thank you," she replied with a shy smile, lowering her emerald eyes demurely. I offered her my arm, and she gently placed her hand on it. Together, we walked out to the car, headed for the evening's event. The drive to the theater was quiet. Too quiet. Randaya sat beside me in polite silence, hands neatly folded in her lap, her posture perfect. But it was beginning to wear on me. I felt like I was talking to myself. It was as if she
Alpha Wayland Reyrem: No matter how much Alina tried to play stubborn and pretend nothing happened with Bastian, I could see right through it. I didn’t need her to say a word. The scent of that idiot on her skin was all I needed. It made the blood in my veins boil. I had no idea how she managed to knock him out cold, but she did. And I respected that. Still, the very idea of him laying his hands on her… The next day, when I saw the bastard heading up to his room, I stopped him. “Bastian,” I said quietly, deliberately. Just a small touch of alpha mental pressure laced my tone—enough to make him wince in pain. “Didn’t I warn you about touching my staff?” I growled, this time intensifying my mental dominance. He clutched his head, buckling under the force of it, gritting his teeth in agony. I didn’t care. He deserved worse. “If I ever—ever—smell your foul scent on her again,” I snarled, staring him down with raw aggression, “I won’t care whose son you are.” Bastian whimpered and
With every word, Lena’s lips tightened, her hands curling into fists, and her expression darkened into something colder than ice. For the first time, I felt real fear sitting across from her. I don’t know how to explain it, but it was like a shadow passed through her soul, like she became the embodiment of pure darkness. The air around her changed. I swear I felt an actual chill radiate from her body, so cold it gave me goosebumps like I’d stepped out into winter. My hysteria shrank under that energy. She looked the same, but something deep inside her… shifted. And I felt it. Every instinct I had screamed to pay attention. “Girls?” I heard Artyom’s concerned voice as he came downstairs—wearing only one slipper, as if he’d rushed. His worried eyes went straight to Lena, and only then did she start to blink, slowly coming back to herself as she looked at her husband. “What’s going on here?” he asked gently, taking her hand in his and exhaling in relief. “I think it’s time for you bo
“What did you do?!” Lena gasped, her eyes wide with shock. I had left the Alpha’s house in the middle of the night. I didn’t want to go home—showing up unexpectedly in this state would only scare Tanya. I didn’t go to Jasmine and Max either; they had a baby, and I didn’t want to burden their peaceful home with my drama. So, I went to the Alerco family instead. Maybe it was selfish, but I desperately needed someone to talk to—someone who could help me make sense of this half-bond mark. And honestly, there’s no one better for that than them. Without asking any questions, Lena let me in with quiet understanding. She sent Artyom off to bed, saying we had “women’s matters” to discuss. After preparing a calming herbal tea, we sat together in her warm, cozy kitchen, and I finally told someone everything. From the moment I first met Wayland to what had just happened… I didn’t hold back a single detail. I had never shared it with anyone before. And as the words poured out, I felt just a l
I could taste the alcohol on his breath—he’d been drinking. That should’ve made me angry. And it did.But it didn’t stop the desire growing inside me.A rush of adrenaline surged through my body the moment I felt the scorching tip of the werewolf pressing against my aching folds.This is madness. A dangerous, intoxicating madness.I want him—gods, how I want him—but everything about this is wrong. So wrong.And yet... I can’t bring myself to push him away.Trying to push alpha, but in vain. He digs even harder into my lips and penetrates in one movement deep into me.My mind screams that I should push him away—that this is wrong in every possible way.But my body... my body betrays me, responding with a hunger that matches his own.I let out muffled protests, squirming beneath him in a weak attempt to stop the madness. But Wayland doesn’t relent. His lips keep devouring mine, his hands moving with burning purpose, until resistance melts into nothing.Within minutes, I surrender compl