Author's POV...He stood gazing through the window blinds at her. He stood at a distance that was safe, close enough to get a perfect glimpse at her but also far enough not to get noticed, her dark wavy hair blowing with no synchrony as the standing fan was doing enough justice to her. It was doing its work.She wouldn't notice he was there. He had never been the one who was good enough for her,She was walking from the home office today as the Alpha had called her over to tend to some needs of his.He shouldn't let himself be distracted by her, but her beautiful, curvy body makes it so hard for him to concentrate. Her straight legs fall out perfectly, revealing their glory under her black straight gown, they were crowned with thin heels, and she could just be called a Luna if only she were. No wonder she had always kept high standards for herself. No wonder she had always thrown herself at the Alpha before he disappointed her by choosing another woman as his Luna, but she didn't let

Authors POV...He knew this wasn't all it seemed to be, she sounded like an entirely different person, but deep down, this has always been what he wanted, to be noticed by her, that when she finally sees him as worth her love, he would have measured up to her standard.But now that he has that, she even came to offer a truce to him. Why does he still feel strange and indifferent about the whole thing?He left her office after a short casual chat. He could even consider them friends now. But why does friendship feel like that of one with fringe benefits?He walked past the hallway and took the stairways leading to the ground floor. He wanted to go talk with Alpha Alex.Then when he was about to take the last turn, he bumped into Becca, who was holding some toiletries in her hands and all of them fell off."I am so sorry," he said as he quickly bent down to pick them up for her."It's nothing," she also bent down to pick them up, and in the course of that, their fingertips touched.Ther

Edwina's POV...When I exited the room the first time and heard the sound of broken glass, I wanted to turn back.No, I rushed back, but then I saw Caleb enter the room before I did and felt that he was in a better place to help than I was.I turned back again and went to the balcony of the pack house. I could see the whole of the night howlers' territory from up there, women, children, and men whose life depended on a battle with no hope of winning. That must be a whole lot of pressure on the Alpha, and with Ben on the loose, it must be extra pressure on him.The fact that Ben knew all the ins and outs of the territory made it worse. He could go in and out without being noticed.When I was married to Ben, he would tell me about the tunnels and channels leading in and out of the territory that only he knew about.No wonder it was so easy for him and Sonia to cheat without being noticed for a long time.The only time they were noticed was the time the Alpha became crippled, and they th

Author's POV..."Fuck!" She cried out when he gently bit on the nipples in his mouth, and he smirked to himself. Once he was satisfied with the nipple in his mouth, he moved to the other one. He takes it into his mouth and gives it the same treatment as its twin had received. He swirled his tongue around the nub, switching between biting, suckling, and flicking them both. While he still had one of her peaks in his mouth, he moved a hand to her thighs and then began tracing an invisible pattern on them. Her breathing increased, and he teased her thighs some more. Finally, after getting tired of teasing her, he moved his fingers to the zip that held her skirt, and he pulled it off, taking a step back to pull off the skirt completely. He pulled her panties to the side, and a hiss escaped his lips the moment his fingers connected with the wetness of her core. "You're soaking," he commented, and she offered him a lazy smile."Well, it's thanks to you."Her words ended with a high whin

Ben's POV..."What is your name?" I asked. I did not really care for that bit of information, but it would help if I knew exactly what to call her. "Esmeralda." She responded, and I hummed, pleased with the sound of it. "Esmeralda, strip for me." I instructed, and she understood the message because she put on quite the show for me while peeking off the thin layers of the materials that she had been swaddled in. A stripper would not have done a better job because the moment the last clothing item was hitting the floor where the rest of her clothes lay, my cock was already standing, and at this point, it was begging for attention. I stood to my full height, and the fact that I towered over the blonde girl made the entire situation even more interesting. "Kneel, Esmeralda," I commanded, and she did as she was told again without any question. I don't know this girl, but I sure do want to fuck her.Her eagerness at the situation was a complete turn on for me, and all I wanted at this