Todos los capítulos de Becoming the Alpha's Pawn : Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

I throw my head back and let out the moans, not even attempting to mask it. The sounds only seem to act as incentive to Draaven as he thrusts his tongue inside me bringing his thumb up to caress my clit. That's when I feel it, the slow, tingly feeling of the buildup in my core. If he continues at this rate, I'm going to explode in no time. My legs tremble under the sheer pressure of the pleasure. But just when I think he's going to take me over the edge, he pulls back and I let out a groan of frustration. “Oh my goodness….. please”. I whisper. He pays no mind to my pleas as he settles down on the bed and backs against the headrest, pulling me in to straddle his thighs. The hem of the lingerie is bunched up around my hips and I feel his erection against my opening as my legs widen on either sides. I think he's going to enter me at first but he doesn't do that, he looks me in the eyes, a deep, soul searching look that seems to penetrate through me. Slowly, I feel his hands ride up my th

My duties resume immediately I'm back. In the coming days I attend at least three meetings and I go through different proposals for the territory. From the little Draaven told me, there's been some disturbance on the West and plans for extra security are fervently being made. I see him every now and then, focused and intent on being the good leader that he is, but instead of feeling intimidated by his demeanor like I used to, I just feel so much pride and joy watching him go about his day. We've also been spending more time together.No matter how busy he is, he always makes room for some time for me. We spend most of our evenings together now, having dinner together and then proceeding to either his room or mine later. Some of his clothes are even in my room and mine are in his too. We are closer than we have ever been and I'm happy than I've ever been too. Today is the day I meet with the women of the alpha's court, the wives of the men of the council. It was never my intention to, b

My body goes rigid with shock as I take in the scene in front of me. It's only after a few seconds that the realizations of the horror before me sinks and my throat finally opens up. And so I scream. My feet take me back instinctively as the blood curling sound emits from me. With another step, my knees give out under me and I collapse onto the floor in a helpless heap. That's when I hear the footsteps behind me as the ladies rush in. I can't tear my eyes off the body but I hear the very audible gasp behind me as they take in the sight. And simultaneously, a couple of them let out shrill, traumatized screeches while I hear retching sounds from another group. Everyone is just as shocked as I am. Lying down there in a heap of the red fabric of her dress is Regina, and her neck is bent at an awkward angle. Her skin and lips are tinged blue, a clear indication that she was poisoned. But that's not all. Her neck has also been broken and I'm pretty sure that I see a piece of white something

At the end of the interrogation, I'm shaking. I head towards my room, wrapping my robe tighter around my body as I make my way through the halls. My ears roar, the omegas greet me when I pass them by but I'm not even capable of replying. When I get to my room, I slam the door shut and collapse onto the nearest settee. My hands shake on my thighs and I have to physically restrain them to stop. The detective didn't even have to say much, I figured exactly where he was headed. He thinks I have something to do with the murders. As much as I think about it, it does seem peculiar? Why does this kind of stuff only happen around me, the first and second time. Could that just be a mere coincidence? I think back to when I was poisoned and I realize that nothing is really a mistake or a coincidence in this place. This is the eerie feeling I've been having all along that I couldn't put a finger on, the fact that these things keep happening around me. The detective merely did his job and if I'm be

I kiss him back desperately, clawing at his tie to get to his skin faster. I need him, I need his touch. He's not going easy either as his arms snakes around my waist to pulls me up. With one hand, he carries me to the bedroom, not once breaking the kiss. I do the honours of undoing his buttons one by one and when his shirt finally comes off, my palms splay on the scarred skin of his chest, loving the rough feel of him. He throws me down on the bed and I scramble back to make space for him while he in turn, undoes the zipper of his pants. The hem of my nightdress has hiked all the way up my legs, baring the flimsy thong I'm wearing underneath. He lowers his body onto the bed and begins to trail the most feather light kisses on my body. He starts with my neck and progressively makes his way down, darting his tongue across all the sensitive parts of my body that he's aware of. I rest both of my legs on his shoulders, giving him the perfect view of every inch of my thigh and legs. He con