Lahat ng Kabanata ng Chosen By The Alphas : Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

Most people, being stared down by the worst predator in these mountains, while practically defenseless, would not laugh in his face. Yet that is exactly what I did. I laughed so hard, deep from my gut, that tears lined my brown eyes. The Alpha narrowed his eyes to deadly slits aimed at me. “You…you came here… to fuck me.... Look around my diner…you’ve already fucked…me royally,” I managed to get out. He grunted, “I came here to put my cock between those pretty thighs of yours. Your pussy is begging to be fucked. So fucking wet for me, I can taste you in the air, Rabbit.” “Well that cunt doesn’t know what’s best for me and I can take care of myself,” I threw the broom towards the dark wolf, he easily caught it one handed, “so why don’t you make yourself actually useful while you’re here?” He snarled and dropped the wood against the tile. It clattered off the floor. I doubted few had dared to speak to him in such a way and even less had turned down such an offer to be ravaged by his

One taste of me was all it took to unleash the beast inside of the dark Alpha. His nostrils flared taking in large inhales of my essence, his eyes were a burnt honey, his pupils blown wide open, and that naughty tongue of his licked me clear down my throat, to the valley between my breasts. I arched my back and my neck into his lips as I whimpered. He grabbed my ass as he none too gently hoisted me atop the grill. He opened my thighs roughly, spreading them open wide enough, until he could place his large, hard body between my knees. He bit my rigid nipple through the cotton of my sports bra. Even through the thin material, his rough tongue flicked across my chest, sending shock waves of pleasure through my body. Dear Moon, just his hot mouth against my throbbing breasts was nearly enough to make me come undone. His nimble fingers snaked up beneath the hem of my bra, squeezing my left breast to the point of pleasant pain. I cried out. The wolf smiled. Not willing to leave my right b

The dark wolf continued to pin me over the counter, his thick cock touched my opening before he rammed into me again and held. But this time he showed no attention to my pulsating bundle of nerves. I was at war with myself between wanting to submit and let him take me wild and deep, or holding my ground and not surrendering to the Alpha’s command. But he felt so fucking good against my slick pussy walls, rubbing me with just a barely there friction that made me nearly lose my mind in a haze of feral lust. I moaned and arched back into him again. Though it seemed I was more affected by the wolf’s denial to meet a carnal need, I could feel his slipping restraint in the twitch of his cock in me, the tense of his hard thighs against mine, the too fast thrumming of his heart like the wings of a Hummingbird, the ragged breaths escaping from his lips. I clenched my cunt down around him again and was rewarded with a grunt. A muttered curse even my wolf ears couldn’t decipher. One of us was

Needless to say, I was not in the best mood following my trip down dark memory lane. And the Alpha’s bite was still fresh on my skin, making me burn with anger every time I felt it with my fingertips, or turned my neck, or lifted my shoulders, and felt the sting of it. Thanks to the wolfsbane I always consumed, it would take days for the damn bite to fade into my newest scar. In the meantime, I would have to cover it somehow. It was too angry and tender this morning to be masked by makeup. The finger shaped bruises adorning my skin were mostly in places my clothes covered and I didn’t mind so much. I didn’t even regret the rough sex, but rather the asshole Alpha I had engaged in it with. Fuck, I really hated wolves. I was forced to cut the sleeves off one of my turtlenecks to make it look like an unfortunate fashion statement, rather than a complete weirdo wearing a sweater in the middle of summer. I was sweating like a whore on nickel night within minutes, regardless of being slee

Over the next couple of days, we not only got Mountaintop up and running again, but I also did the same to my plan to make Alpha Grey mine. Not that I actually intended to leave my home and move to the Timberlands, but I definitely planned to make sure Alpha Roam knew I had chosen his enemy, by making sure I was marked with Grey’s scent and seed so deeply, there’d be no mistaken who I belonged to. Sort of, on my own terms belonged to. This would be the choice the dark wolf had taken from me, the choice I made in taking a mate and taking a stand against being claimed against my will. Phase one of my plan to make Alpha Grey take me in a fun way, was to collect the shreds of fabric that had once hugged his toned body and placed them in a plastic bag. When I had called it a night, and sent Lily and Rand back to their cabin, I took the clothing and rubbed it on several surfaces around my diner. I did the same to the rooms in my cabin, paying close attention to my leather couch, and my bed