Chapter 5: Night Of Pleasure

Nevil didn't come back right away. According to his maids, who were cooking dinner, the alpha went to see someone because it was rumored that there was a rogue lurking near the border and they were hunting him down.

She was a rogue too; how come she's an exception? She couldn't help but ask that question. That question stayed in her mind until she finished eating dinner.

She was walking out of the dining hall when she heard voices talking in the distance. She suspected that some of the men had been left behind to guard Nevil's den while he was busy working.

"Do you think that's what caused the cabin fire?"

"It's possible, and it's also possible that it entered last night, but right now it was seen passing near the border." Raenerys assumed that this was the rogue that Nevil's group was hunting.

"That's actually new, it's been a long time since the rogues have been silent. Not a single one attacks here, knowing this is the place of the most feared alpha, known in different regions." She can't help but grimace at hearing that. Feared. Does Nevil still hold that title? As far as she knew, that title had been shaken ever since the news about her spread.

"Yeah, they've been silent for a long time. But it's also possible that they've been silent because they're preparing. They're making a plan on how to attack, and now is probably the time they've set when they'll take action; no wonder they've been silent for almost a year." A year was too short, but for someone like Raenerys, it was enough.

A lot happened to her in a few years, and that forced her to change and to be stronger than she was.

Raenerys continued walking towards Nevil's room to rest. He didn't finish listening to their conversation.

When she was finally inside, she decided to go out to the balcony and let the fresh, cold air embrace her while staring at the enormous moon. Her hair was also blowing, but she just let it be and closed her eyes.

She was in that state when she felt as if someone was watching her; she could even feel the air that hit her—a fast wind that seemed to pass behind her. No. Something seemed to pass behind her. But when she opened his eyes, she saw no one.

She looked at the moon again and stared at it.

She has only been in the area for a day, but she feels like she has been there for a long time. Within one day, the amount that immediately happened. This place is really something.

After letting the air out, he went inside, closing the door and the windows together with the curtain. She decided to perform her hygiene and change her clothes before turning off the lights. She also laid down on the bed and decided to sleep.

Raenerys didn't know how many hours she slept soundly. She was only distracted when someone lay down next to her. Facing her back. She thinks it is Nevil, so she doesn't even have the energy to notice it or ask how their hunting went.

Even though she was sleepy, she felt him embrace her, pulling her closer to his body. Even if she's sleepy, she can still feel his breath puffing against her nape, and something tickles her stomach because of that, making her squirm. Her fur also stood up for a moment, like the voltage of electricity rushing through her veins. Even the warmth of his arm hugging her stomach and his body against her back seemed to be eating into her clothes. She did not understand the reaction of her body at that time, so she started to think of it as a mere hallucination. Maybe she was just wrong because it was impossible for her to feel that with just a simple hug from Nevil.

Because he was sleepy, she didn't pay too much attention to what he felt.

The cold wind wakes her up, only to see the curtain dancing. The window is open, so the air comes in from outside.

Frowning, she got off the bed and walked barefoot to peek outside. It was already morning. She saw some of Nevil's men roaming around the den perimeter. But there was no sign of Nevil.

She once again remembered the glimpse of last night's incident while she was sleeping. Nevil simply hugged her. She felt bad at the thought of them sleeping as if they were a couple.

Raenerys immediately took a shower and changed her clothes before going downstairs to have breakfast. The maids were busy preparing her breakfast; she sat quietly.

"Nevil, has he eaten yet?" she asked like she cared, even though the truth is that she really just wanted to know the man's whereabouts.

She stopped for a moment from putting the food on her plate when she didn't get an answer. She looks at the two maids, who are now exchanging looks, seeming surprised by her question, so she too was surprised and frowned. She raised an eyebrow at both of them.

"What? I am asking. He must have come down early because he was gone when I woke up." The two looked at her even more as if she were going crazy. They annoyed her so much that she was about to lash at the two of them when someone entered the dining hall, and it was Nevil.

She just rolled her eyes secretly and didn't say a word. She simply looked at Nevil, who was busy buttoning a few buttons on his white sleeve while sitting down. He also folded his sleeve up to his elbow and turned to look at her.

"How's your stay here?" She stared at the man for a moment, still thinking about how she felt last night. Why didn't she feel anything about the man during those times when they were face-to-face?

"Good. But it would be better if you married me and made me your wife. After all, I'm not who I used to be. I'm not weak anymore." It was supposed to be a tease, but Nevil stared at her seriously.

"Why not? That's my plan too." He answered her seriously before taking a sip of his wine.

"Really? So you're accepting the deal I offered you?" Neville nodded his head. He was still looking at her seriously. That's why he tried to hide the smile playing on his lips.

Nevil, on the other hand, can't help but stare at Raenerys. He couldn't help but look at the beautiful face of the woman down her neck. He can still recall its soft and delicate skin. He licked his lower lip, averted his eyes toward his food, and started eating.

"I heard you were looking for the rouge who's trying to infiltrate this town?" Raenerys curiously asked him. Nevil raised his head, but he didn't look at her. He's controlling himself not to take the woman at that moment because he still needs to leave. He knew that if he couldn't stop, he wouldn't be able to leave. He will probably seize the moment of banging her.

"Yeah, and it's alarming for my constituents." Her eyes look really curious, and she wants more information.

"I am a rogue too, and I'm experiencing a different life here." She laughed at litany, so he couldn't help but stare at the woman.

"You were, but sooner or later you'll no longer be a rogue, Raenerys. You'll be one of us. Part of this pack. You will be a luna, my wife." Raenerys was searching for the same feeling, but she thought she should stop trying. It was gone. The old tickle she felt in her stomach is gone when she sees Nevil. It seems that what she felt for the man before was gone. She has no love left for him. And knowing she's reaping the fruits of her hard work, she feels like she's stepping on a cloud.

She knows why Nevil doesn't want to let go of her. He didn't want her to end up with someone else because Nevil knew it would be a big loss if the man didn't accept her.

"Well then, hurry up. I don't want to wait, Nevil. I don't have that long patience." That was all she said and finished her meal before standing up. She left Nevil finishing his meal as she decided to go outside to get some air. She intends to go down to town again and again. . . She met Axle.

It had just arrived when he came out of Nevil's den. He greeted her with a wide smile.

"Wow, there's a special treatment right away?" he said in disbelief.

"I am an important guest, Axle." He ignored her answer and she nodded.

"The alpha mentioned to us last night that he found his luna already. He told us she was staying at his cabin. You are the only one he is staying there now, so I knew right away that he was referring to you," Axle explained gently.

In that case, Nevil is gradually introducing him to those under his authority. That's good, then. The sooner that she is introduced by Nevil, the sooner she will get recognition from the north.

"So, where are you going?" asked Axle.

"Town, there are places I haven't visited yet, and I'm going." Axle nodded at what he said.

"Come with me?" She was planning to go alone; she didn't want to be with the man again. She had something to do, and she couldn't do it if Axle was sticking around her.

"No more, I can do it. Next time I'll ask your assistance to tour me around. But today, I want to go alone." Axle understood easily and just let her go.

"Take care then, you're an important person. We'll be the ones the alpha kills if you get hurt," she smirked at him.

"You know, I am not a weak Axle." The man nodded in reply. Axle knew that he couldn't help but worry, though he didn't insist because he was also drawing boundaries between them, especially since Nevil had already introduced the girl to them as his soon-to-be luna, even though it wasn't official yet. that is, so that he can distance himself from the woman and treat her as equal to how he treats the important people that Nevil assigns him to guard.

At that time, it was clear that his place was not the same as where she was and where he was—the girl was just a boss who needed to be watched over and made sure she was safe.

Raenerys made her way down and back to town. The town was alive when she came down. The stalls and shops are noisy. Merchants offer their wares, and she just watches them silently. She was looking for a specific store, so she couldn't help but look around, roaming her eyes around until one shop caught her attention. It was a stationary shop. Vintage designed. She didn't hesitate to enter it. The chime even rang the moment she opened the door. It looked like no one was there when she entered, but she didn't care. She immediately wandered around to find her target, until she found a piece of paper and a fountain pen with something strangely engraved on it. After that, she went to the counter area, and there was an old woman who she was sure was the manager of the shop.

"Good morning, lady." The old lady greeted her, but she just nodded her head, ignoring the greeting she received before placing the paper and fountain pet she got.

"How much?" The old woman did not speak immediately. She just picked up what she put down and put it in a paper container.

"Your soul is ruined, your heart hardened like stone but confused, your mind is in chaos, and your eyes look cold yet crying." Raenerys couldn't understand what the old man was saying. It looked weird in her eyes, and she couldn't help but ask if it was right for her to enter this shop and buy here; she was sure there were other stationary shops in the area.

"How much?" she repeated the question, but the old lady remained staring at her. What's more weird is the feeling that her gaze seems to be eating into her personality. It seemed to be inside her.

"Raenerys Lauregnory, you were betrayed by your pack and your own family. Rejected by the North's alpha, you became a rogue from the West. I saw you. . . I know it would've happened, but I was caught late; I didn't have a chance to warn you." It was here that Raenerys was startled and backed away slightly, not in fear but in surprise. Will the old woman tell fortunes?

"Don't mention anything about this, or I won't make you live longer," she firmly ordered the old woman, who violently took what she bought and simply placed money in front of her before violently leaving the shop. . .

She literally lost her appetite and left town in a hurry. She chose to enter the woods until she reached a lagoon. She sat down on a large rock and began to write. When she finished, she whistled until a crow landed on her arm. She tied the letter to its leg before sending it to fly. She watched it fly away, humming, before she made another note and promptly whistled twice. This time, a dove landed on her arm. As she did before with the crow, she also tied the letter she made to the pigeon's leg before whispering to it and sending it flying. The dove flew as she watched it until it was gone from her sight.

A smile appeared on her lips before her gaze went to the lagoon. The water looks warm and good. She seemed to want to soak in it for a while. There was no one around, so without a second thought, she took off all her clothes and went down into the still-steaming water. She took a dip and swam underwater; when she came up, she was close to the falls. She extended her arm to grab some water, but she was distracted by the feeling that someone was watching her. She frowned at that feeling, and she tried to look around, but she couldn't see anything.

She tried to sniff the air to find out, but it was not clear.

She was about to go back to what she was doing, but she immediately caught sight and heard the man who seemed to pass near where her clothes were left. She didn't see much of its appearance because it was just like the wind passing by. Normal or human eyes wouldn't even see it.

"Who is that?" she couldn't help but be asked. And also, because of what she saw, she lost the desire to continue bathing. He didn't mind getting up naked and putting her clothes back on before walking back to the den.

She creased her forehead as soon as she returned, where she saw that there was trouble or that something had happened in her absence. She asked one of Nevil's men what happened, and he immediately answered.

"Suddenly someone attacked Alpha in the woods. It was not ordinary, too strong and fast. His left abdomen was hit." It didn't bother her to hear that Nevil was attacked. She thought more about the attacker here, but she also put it out of her mind and chose to go to Nevil. He was unconscious and had a large wound on his side. He was also pale, and as far as she could see, he didn't have the strength to heal himself. There was a doctor treating the man, and she kept watching silently.

"It was claws?" she asked the doctor later on. The male doctor, who looked young, glanced at her. Only then did she notice that it was Rigor, Nevil's right-hand man, at the time she first came here.

Is the man a doctor? She was slightly surprised by that revelation but didn't show it.

"Yes, wolf's claws." Then Nevil was attacked by a rogue. This rogue seems to be stronger than the devil. He's wavering. He is no longer the strong one; there is someone stronger than him.

"That must be 'that' rogue that they were hunting down."

"Don't forget that Nevil's keeping a rogue inside his lair." Raenerys frowned at Rigor's words; it seemed that his words had meaning and that he was referring to no one else but her.

"Watch your words, doctor; I don't like your tone. Are you accusing me? I wasn't even around when this happened, she said, like he had no interest based on her litany.

"You can harm him without doing anything or attacking Raenerys Lauregnory, the conqueror. You can always make someone do the work for you." Those words confirm her assumption. Rigor really accuses her.

"Not valid until proven, Rigor. You have no evidence that I ordered what happened. And why would I even do that? If I had done it, Nevil would have been dead first. Believe me. I don't act recklessly. I kill whenever I want anywhere else, from the front. Killing is easy, so if I kill Nevil, I won't attack him by his lower body; I would aim for the head, she said senselessly before turning her back and walking out of the room, completely annoyed by Rigor.

In addition, she was always singled out by anyone who wanted to lead her to kill Nevil. Not even the most exciting part is that they tried to break the flow of her plan several times.

She didn't worry too much about Nevil's treatment. Rigor was doing his work, so she chose to stay in the cabin in the meantime.

Two days passed, and Nevil remained unconscious. Security is tight around the den, making sure no one can make an attack. She didn't even leave the area; she was waiting until Nevil regained consciousness. There is no happy event when he is unconscious.

That evening, it was raining, and she felt as if someone had followed her when she was going to the den to eat. She stopped walking down the corridor to the den and looked around until hands covered her mouth and pulled her into the dark behind her cabin. She tried to fight whoever the man was when his hand was replaced by his lips covering hers.

Raenery's eyes widened when the man moved his lips, kissing her. She badly wants to push the stranger away, but not until the stranger becomes familiar. The lips, the kisses, the smell—she runs her hand over the man's neck and shoulders, and she gets to know more and more about who he is.

He pushes his tongue inside her mouth, exploring her. She closed her eyes tightly as she let herself succumb to the heat burning in her body as she clung to the man's neck to pull him closer to her. It was only a few days before she couldn't stop the shaking and the crazy feeling. It feels like she didn't taste it for a year because she doesn't want everything that was happening to end.

She gasps against his lips as she fights his ferocity. She groaned, and he grunted as they savored the mutual feeling of craving and longing.

They both let go of each other, but they are close enough to feel each other's heat.

"Damn, Acheron." She finally groaned his name while still catching her breath. She almost forgot the question of why the man was there.

"Still tastes the same, Raenerys," he said, which sounded like teasing, and Raenerys grabbed his shirt.

"Why are you here? I told you to stay, right?"

"I received your letter, I didn't think twice about coming here. Are you getting married? It's fast." Does it speak in an insulting tone? Have a chisel? She couldn't define it properly. It was like his voice was mocking.

"Isn't that nice? I didn't have a hard time, contrary to expectations. He himself is making the way for me to win, Ache."

"And it's quite suspicious too. It was Nevil, Raenerys. Beware. He isn't just someone who can be fooled easily. He must have a plan, or maybe he's also aware of your plan; he's just following you around. I have a bad feeling."

"Can you come here, because of that?" Acheron was silent for a moment.

"Be careful, Raenerys."

"Come back immediately, Acheron. Everyone's eyes are now on the rogue who is spreading around. Just a while ago, someone attacked Nevil, leaving him unconscious. It's strong. It's hard; they might catch you and put the blame on you." Acheron was silent for a moment.

"I'm confused between thinking you're concerned about me or you're underestimating me." Despite how dark the area where they are, Raenerys could still imagine Acheron's serious look, or maybe a glare piercing on her.

Acheron, on the other hand, bit his bottom lip as he held Raenerys' shoulder, pulling her for a hug. He couldn't help but do that for some unknown reason. He feels restless. That he finds her comforting and hugging her feels like taking away the tiredness he's feeling.

"A-Ache. . ." silence. A moment of silence. The woman did not push him. She let him hug her.

"I don't know when, but you may be married to Nevil in the next few months. Even if it's just part of the plan, I feel like it will be a long time before I can be with you again. So let me stay close to you for a while, Raenerys." Raenerys didn't immediately understand what Acheron said; she thought he wanted them to be like that first, so she let it go, but that's not what the man wanted to convey.

Acheron wants to stay near her for a while. He'll hide and find every chance he can to see what happens every day. Before Raenerys married his brother, Acheron didn't know that, even though it was part of Raenerys' plan, he felt angry. He wanted to drag her away from the north and cage her in his arms. But he knew that Raenerys would not agree, and they would just argue. It might even make her angry, which he doesn't want to happen.

"Miss Lauregnory? Your dinner is ready." One of the maids' voices interrupted them. Raenerys quickly pushed Acheron away from her, causing him to loosen his embrace.

"I have to go, Ache." Acheron felt disapproval inside him, but he didn't say a thing.

"Go back to the west immediately, okay?"

"Raen. . ." Raenerys was about to leave when she heard him calling her. She was stunned for a moment and felt strange, but she forced her feet to step away. Away from Acheron. She feels empty, and she doesn't know why. She chose to ignore that feeling and went to the maid, who was about to knock on the bedroom door again.

"I will go now," she says behind the maid, who looks a little surprised by her appearance behind her. It immediately moved and bowed to her for a moment before hurrying away. She followed her into the den and went straight to the dining hall.

While eating, she couldn't help but think of Acheron. Every chew she makes is firm, and she also bites her lip very tightly. Even her grip on the cutlery has emphasis. She can't help but get worried about Acheron being in the North. Even though she knew that the man was strong, she could not be reassured for reasons unknown to her. She wasn't like that when she was with him, causing chaos in different regions.

She finished the meal and immediately returned to the cabin. She never visited Nevil again because she didn't care about the man. She was trying to sense if Acheron was still around, but no, she couldn't sense him anymore. That's why she felt strange, but like she did earlier, she just let it go and immediately entered her room.

She just took a short shower and got a night dress, but she didn't wear it. She just put it on the side of her bed to wear when she woke up the next day, and she let her lights off. So it was too dark in his room. She immediately went to bed.

She tried to sleep, but she remained awake. She didn't know what was happening to her until her attention was caught by a couple of knocks. She tried to find out what was outside her room; she smelled the air and enhanced her senses by listening to what was behind her door. Without sensing any danger, he went barefoot to the door and opened it slowly without turning the lights on. And a man's familiar scent lingers inside her nose.

"You're still not leaving," she said, not asking.

"I told you, I want to stay for a while." She let Acheron in, and he was the one who closed her door.

She opened her lampshade so that there would be a little light in the room and she could see Acheron better.

His hair was top-bunted. He was wearing a simple black t-shirt and tattered black pants with his favorite black leather combat shoes. Raenerys sat on the bed, not caring that she was not covered with any cloth. Acheron didn't care either, because he had seen Raenerys without clothes several times. He's used to it.

Acheron leaned against the door and stared at the girl seriously.

"Come here, Ache." She tapped the bed beside her. Acheron's eyes landed there before he straightened up and slowly came closer before laying down next to Raenerys.

She looked at him, who was staring at the ceiling, as she lay down beside him too. They were both staring at the ceiling now.

"This is not us, Acheron." The man chuckled before snaking his arm around her shoulder; it serves as her pillow now.

"C'mon Raenerys, I know what you're thinking." He really knew her too well.

"Then why not do it?" Her hand crawled under his shirt. She talks like she's hungry and thirsty. Her throat went dry, and she badly wanted to drink. But she knew that it was only delicious under pleasure.

"Damn, you're so cruel." Before she could speak, based on what Acheron said, he lifted her up to sit on his lap.

Acheron claimed her lips as soon as she leaned down, and they both groaned. She felt the thing she was looking for the few times she and Nevil kissed. She confirms that only Acheron could really turn her on. Make her crazy like this. And she knows that no one could ever make her feel the way Acheron does every time they share sensual nights.

"Hmm, Ache. . . " moans automatically escape her mouth the moment his lips trail down on her neck, down the valley of her shoulder. Acheron was already sitting, and she was also sitting on his lap. She can feel how hard he is already against his pants as he keeps on kissing and licking her skin. He couldn't help but tug at his hair, which had already been untied.

Acheron later carried her as he stood up. His lips returned to kiss hers.

She attempted to assist him in changing, but she was shoved into the mahogany desk next to the door and lost the opportunity when he turned her around and pushed her against the mahogany desk beside the door. Her breasts are pressed against the hard surface as he bends her over the top. She feels him remove his pants as she feels the desk's hard surface calm her hot skin.

He effortlessly pushes his jeans down to pool around his ankles because the practicalities of them don't bother him. He then pulled his shirt and just dropped it on the floor before kissing her on her back, which made her moan loudly as she knuckled her fist.

She believes that when Acheron chuckles inwardly, it is because he finds her loud sigh humorous. She squirms a little and wishes he would already fuck her. Instead, she receives a swift spanking that makes her teeth ring as compensation, shocking her and making her gasp. His labored breathing was audible, which made her more attracted to him. The moment he lays a finger on her wetness and delicately rubs it while urging her legs to open wider to provide him greater access, there is no denying how badly she wants him inside of her.

Assuming he is going to ram his c-ck into her, she braces herself against the desk. His fingers poke about in her hole, though, not a penis. He softly fingerfucks her for a little period of time, she groans as he shoves two digits inside of her. He slides his wet fingers to rub circles around her clitoral region as she wiggles her ass once again, hoping he'll get the hint. Moaning, she realizes she's already close to an orgasm. Acheron speeds up his fingers and Raenerys gasps. She won’t last long, and she wants more. She peered over her shoulder at him and pleaded, "I want you inside of me."

As Acheron abruptly slid his manhood into her wet and slick femininity, patience began to wane. As Acheron's hands pushed her back down, she let out a muffled groan in response to the first deep thrust he made.

He pulled his c-ck once more after the first thrust, lined up his hardness at his p-ssy lips, and stroked the tip of his c-ck against all of her wetness. Her clitoral area flares as he lightly touches her. He presses his c-ck to her clitoral region, causing her pelvis to recoil. She won't object, even though he is penetrating her once again. She wants him in me too much for me to object. As he penetrates her once more, her entire p-ssy throbs, and her legs as well.

She yells out as his hard-on fully penetrates her. He grunts. He thrusts himself into her slowly and deeply as the slosh sounds announce to the silence how wet she is.

As he accelerates his pounding, she is reaching an orgasm once again, their flesh smacking together in delicious slaps. He starts to pound her like an outraged animal—the rapid, furious pounding she loves—as electric jolts spread into her abdomen due to how near she is to her climax. She whimpers and groans. She's getting close to another exquisite orgasm.

"Ah yes, oh god, Ache..." she begs.

His midsection smacks into her ass cheeks, gloriously body-spanking her aching buns, causing her ass to tremble and bounce. He unleashes a hail of powerful thrusts. Her throat is on the verge of bursting into a scream, and a delightful tingle—that repeating, oh-so-sweet juxtaposition of agony and pleasure—is lifting her as she rises to my peak once more.

"Ahh, don't. Don't stop." She experiences another orgasm as a result of how quickly he pumps into her. Her body trembled as she came crashing into it with force. He proceeded to beat her through that painful, sensitive stage as she allowed her whimpers to escape into the silent room.

He lets out a low growl. Primal as hell. In this wonderful ecstasy she is floating in, pride at having caused her to come hard rises within her.

"Fuck, yes. Hmm." he murmurs in a voice that sounds somehow deeper like he has a cold. "Uh, fuck." He shoves himself into her with several more grunts. His cock was luscious, rubbing her inside walls and slamming my clitoral.

She squeezes his cock with her p-ssy in response to his forceful, quick thrusts. He lets out a long, deep sigh that briefly relieves her of his weight. Later, as he glides out of her, she moans. She quickly turned to face him and bit on his neck rather than her own, quenching her desire and leaving a trace on him.

That was followed by their silence, busy catching their breath.

"I miss you," Those words came blurry to her ears until he carried her to her bed. And they lied there, falling asleep together.