I see the alpha's face darken instantly, his fists and lips tightening. His chest expands, and patches of fur with claws appear on his arms."That bastard!" the leader growls through clenched teeth, sitting up sharply on the bed."I realized I had a lot in common with Lakisha," I say softly, watching the beast struggle inside the man. "And I almost made the same irreparable mistake once. I was lucky my friend was there to pull me out of the pit I’d fallen into in despair.""I’ll kill him!" the alpha growls, still unable to calm down. "He won’t get off with just a warning this time," he snarls, grinding his teeth."I’m not telling you this so you can go punish someone," I say, gently running my hand over his tense shoulders, trying to soothe him. "He’s already punished himself in the end. I’m saying this because wolves like you—or Zavyr—shouldn’t play with our emotions. Human girls can’t help being human. Our feelings are different...""So there are feelings after all?" he suddenly shi
After several hours of passionate madness, we’re lying in bed, taking a break. Well—I’m taking a break. Judging by the tented sheet over Wayland’s hips, the alpha clearly doesn’t need one.Sorry, but I’m not some purebred she-wolf who can handle a guy like him for days on end—especially not someone this fiery. And especially not when I’m out of practice.Yeah... I hadn’t been intimate with Aiden at all during those six months. The werewolf saw how broken I was and understood everything without words. One time, it almost came to a kiss, but I couldn’t go any further. Rationally, I wanted to do it just to spite Wayland and the bond that still lingered between us. But... I just couldn’t. I ended up crying half the night on my friend’s shoulder.The next morning, Aiden proposed. He said he’d do everything he could to help heal my wounds, and that maybe, one day, we could truly be happy together. But all this time, I never gave him a clear answer—and he never pressured me. He simply let me
A heavy hand grabbed my ankle and yanked me back.In the next moment, the massive, scorching-hot body of the werewolf was on top of me, pinning me to the bed like a slab of solid stone.I gasped, my breathing ragged and shallow, staring up at the man above me.And I’d be lying if I said I didn’t feel something stir inside me at the weight of him pressing down.A nervous thrill surged through me—part adrenaline, part anticipation—sending tingling shivers to places I didn’t even know could tingle.With a swift motion, the alpha tore the hem of my dress, then ripped open the corset that was hugging my chest.His eyes darkened as he stared at me, and his tongue swept across his lips in approval.— This is a crime, — I managed to protest, though my voice betrayed me, coming out husky and breathless.Wayland only smirked, clearly pleased by the reaction.— No, — his voice rumbled against my skin, somewhere near my collarbone.— This is taming a wild, disobedient little mate.Then I felt the
Holding my chin high with pride, I step over the Alpha’s body and start feverishly thinking through my escape plan. I have no doubt the hotel is swarming with Wayland’s guards, so I need to act fast—and carefully.Lena once said that in this kind of unconscious state, werewolves can stay down for hours. Still, it’s better not to waste a second.I move toward the door—only to find it locked.Damn it!There has to be a key somewhere! I frantically scan the room and finally spot Wayland’s abandoned blazer in the far corner.Of course!I rush toward it, throwing a cautious glance at the Alpha.He’s sleeping like a baby. A very handsome baby... Bastard!No time for poetry! I dig through the pockets and—thank the Moon—find the keycard to the room.I unlock the door and slowly peek into the hallway.It’s empty. Not a soul in sight. Just the soft glow of wall lamps casting quiet shadows across the corridor.I let out a sigh of relief—not because my escape would be easier, but because no one h
No, I wasn’t giving in.Not yet.He was just so close. And I’d missed him — missed him — every damn day of these last few months.The bond between us pulled tight, yanking me into him again, and I just… couldn’t fight it anymore.Not now. Not with his scent clouding my thoughts. Not with his hands and mouth reminding me of everything I tried to forget.And God help me — I didn’t want to forget anymore.Wayland's fingers moved with more urgency now. He slid in deeper—three full fingers stretching and filling me—while his thumb began to draw slow, torturously sweet circles over the most sensitive part of me.My breath hitched, my knees nearly gave out, and all coherent thought dissolved into heat and aching need.Each motion was precise, deliberate, designed to unravel me. And it worked. God, it worked too well. The overwhelming rush of sensation tore through me—burning heat and aching tension crashing into the slick, desperate pulse between my thighs. Somewhere at the edge of consciou
Having reached some door, he carried me into the hotel suite and rather unceremoniously threw me onto the bed.Because of the slit in my dress, my legs were exposed scandalously high, almost up to my underwear, and lying on my back — upside down from being over his shoulder — had shifted my top in such a way that my twins were barely held in place by the corset.Wayland growled, inhaling deeply, then yanked off his jacket and tossed it aside somewhere as his burning gaze devoured me.I immediately shot up like a startled doll. Lying on a bed, especially in this state, in front of this beast — was a dangerous game.But it felt good, whispered my inner voice at the worst possible time, making my cheeks burn with heat."Is it that little musician?" the Alpha demanded, his voice a thunderous growl, clearly struggling to keep himself in check."My mark is on you! You're already my wife!" the brunette snarled, and I nearly choked on outrage at hearing such a ridiculous claim."Oh, that disg