All Chapters of His Pretty Little Pup : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The scent of home hit her before the town came into view—pine sap, river wind, and the undercurrent of wolves. Real wolves. Not the disguised dominance of a classroom or the puffed-up growls of immature Alphas at the university. This was pack air. And Elara Grey breathed it in with a giddy smile as her boots crunched the gravel of the old road leading to her family’s modest cottage. She hadn’t been home in six moons. Six whole moons since she last saw the forest she was born in. Or her parents. Or them—the Alpha and his Luna. Gods, especially him. "Elara!" her mother, Maelin, called from the porch, apron dusted with flour. She wiped her hands hastily on her hip and pulled her daughter into a tight hug. "You’re early! We thought you’d miss the new moon feast." Elara clung to her mother with one arm and dragged her heavy suitcase behind her with the other. "Caught an earlier caravan from the North Ridge checkpoint. Didn’t want to miss anything." Maelin kissed her cheek before pul

Elara stepped out onto the moonlit balcony, her bare legs trembling as the evening breeze swept against her damp lace panties. The air kissed every inch of exposed skin, a cooling contrast to the heat building inside her. Behind her, the door clicked shut, and she knew—without seeing—that the Alpha had followed.His presence engulfed her like smoke and flame. He didn’t speak at first. He simply stood behind her, close enough that she could feel his body heat brushing her spine. Every breath was a command. Every second, a test.“I told you,” he said, voice deep and razor-smooth, “to step outside. I didn’t say you could look away.”Elara’s breath caught in her throat. She turned her head, glancing over her shoulder.He stood behind her, arms crossed over his chest, the moonlight casting his features in shadow and silver. His eyes—piercing, sharp, and molten with lust—held her in place. He looked like power made flesh.Elara whimpered. "Alpha... please."He took a step closer, his finger

Alpha's 's POVThe night clung to her like silk, wrapping the world in a quiet haze, but within Caelin, there was a storm. His heart thundered like hooves against stone, each beat filled with need, dominance, and the terrible ache of restraint. Elara was still trembling, bent over at the railings, flushed, panting, glistening under the moonlight, the picture of obedience and temptation. She had done so well—so beautifully well—but she wasn’t finished.Caelin's voice cut through the night like a blade."You will not come, Elara," he warned, every syllable heavy with control. "Not unless I allow it."The girl moaned softly, her hands still between her legs, clinging to the command like a lifeline."Yes, Alpha," she whispered, her voice trembling.But that wasn’t enough. Caelin moved, slow and deliberate, coming up behind her like a shadow with purpose. Hishand reached down, thick fingers curling over Elara's wrist."That’s mine now."He drew Elara’s hand away with quiet authority, repla

Elara’s breath hitched as Caelin's tongue brushed her core—one long, slow stroke that made her cry out.Not in pain.In disbelief. In devastation. In want.She wasn’t ready.But she was.Every inch of her trembled as his tongue flattened against her, slow and deliberate, licking up every drop of her release like it belonged to him. Like she belonged to him.“Alpha—” Her voice broke on a gasp, legs twitching.“Hush,” Caelin murmured against her, voice low, reverent. “I said let me taste. Don’t make me repeat myself.”The air between them shimmered with heat. With something else, too—something older than lust. Something feral. Deep. Soul-binding.He buried his face between her thighs again, tongue moving with ruthless precision, flicking and circling until she keened and clawed at the sheets. Her body arched as pleasure surged through her, raw and unfiltered, every sense overloaded.Elara sobbed his name again, her voice high and trembling, broken open from the inside out.Caelin chuckl

Her knees trembled as his mouth moved against her.Elara clutched the cold marble of the bathroom counter for support, her head tilting back, a helpless sound escaping her lips as Caelin’s tongue licked into her—slow, reverent, and then devastatingly deliberate.Every stroke. Every flick. Every suck.Designed to wreck her.Her breath hitched. Legs buckled.She would’ve crumpled to the floor if not for his strong grip anchoring her to him, one arm locked around her thigh, the other pressed firmly against her lower back, pinning her open for his mouth.“Caelin,” she gasped, fingers threading through his dark hair. “Please—I can’t—”He growled into her, the vibration making her jolt and cry out. “Yes, you can. And you will.”And she did.Her orgasm tore through her like lightning snapping a wire—sudden, white-hot, completely uncontrollable. She shattered with his name on her lips, her thighs clamping around his head as she rode every wave.He didn’t let up.He devoured her.Dragging her