Semua Bab THE ALPHA KING'S TWO FACED MATE: Bab 31 - Bab 40

Her arms shook, and it was a Herculean feat to guide them both down into the floor still tied together. She yanked the throw blanket from the couch and covered them with it, and Sharon rolled, Sharon's ass against her hips as tightly as possible, both of them hyper-sensitive."Are you all right?" she breathed, nudging Sharon's hair just a fraction of an inch out of the way so she could kiss Sharon's neck."Yes," Sharon whispered, sighing happily.She smiled, nibbling on Sharon's ear. "Good," she whispered. "I want you to feel good. I want you to feel amazing."Sharon hummed a second time, and she wrapped her arm around Sharon's waist, holding Sharon close. There were a hundred things she needed to do—call Mark and call Deborah and arrange a pack meeting to talk about the attack, let Klaus know about the threat.but all of that would have to wait. Sharon was still in heat, and the only thing that was important right now was taking care of her Omega.Her Omega. She smiled at the thought

Sharon Spark's shock coursed through her, and she looked at Jamie. She didn't believe Luthor Michaelson would have anything to say, much less come to her defense. He was always distant and unfeeling.Jackson finally managed to get the words out, his voice low. "You didn't deserve it. And we're sorry."Sharon looked at Jackson for a very long time, watching him clench his jaw, waiting for her to refuse or accept his apology. She remembered the last time she had talked to him, when he'd been cruel, so much like the others, but there was something different in his eyes now.He was ashamed."It's okay," she finally said, shaking her head. "Just get the hell out of here before I have to explain to Luthor why I'm standing in the woods with my old tormentors. Please."Jackson hastily nodded and steadied Bladina to her feet. Jamie stood on the opposite side of her, and they continued on down the path, into town. Sharon stood there, frowning slightly.She would not take it, but Luthor's talk w

"I had a case ahead of time, and you didn't even hear me," Sharon complained, taking Luthor's silence as dismissal. "Bladina and staff came here specifically to find me. She'd been snake-bitten, and they wanted me to suck the venom out using my magic. If I can do that, then I can do this."Since the disturbance Luthor could smell carried the distinctive scent of Bladina and her two henchmen, the timing was almost laughable. If Sharon's assertion was truthful, Sharon would be an even greater asset than she knew. "Impressive. Alright, let's go. I have a hunch that we're going to discover those three are engaging in some more bullshit regardless."There had been tensions simmering in the pack, and Luthor could tell that quite a few of them had gathered outside Mark Stye's house to see what was going on, but Luthor still jammed a protein bar into Sharon's hand before they climbed into the Jeep. Any first shift was hard on anyone, but harder on an adult, and Sharon needed to have her stren

Sharon wrapped her legs around his waist, experiencing the thick length of his cock rubbing against her core. She hummed with desire, grinding against him. "Luthor.please.""Wrap your arms around me," he growled, "I'm hauling you off to the bed this time. We've got all night."Sharon meant nothing to Luthor as he led her to his bed, but he'd never cradled anything more valuable in his arms. She was sunlight and heat and lemons and he wanted to be buried in her, taste her from head to toe.She was too far gone in need already when his eyes met hers as he set her down on the bed, her claws digging into his shoulders. "Luthor," she panted, and the mere sound of his name on her lips caused his cock to grow harder yet. "I can't.I need.""I've got you," he vowed, tracing his hands up the smooth skin of her thighs. He recognized she was inviting him to fuck her, to bury himself in her as fast as he could, but he had meant what he said when he said he wanted to take his time.He had been pati

The museum was crowded, a strange but strangely fitting birthday place for Deborah, who was turning 2. Glass display cases lined the walls, but in the center of the central hall, a small dance floor had been laid out, surrounded by tables and finger food buffets. The crowd was eclectic—pack members, Deborah's nerdy human friends, and two academics who probably hadn't been expecting a shifter party in their normally subdued building.Sharon Spark watched as Deborah flitted from stand to stand, talking to her visitors, completely at ease. She was dressed like a full-bodied, gorgeous disco ball, in a silver sequin-encrusted dress, and she was the belle of the ball. Sharon was pleased for her. Worn out after the week that had just passed, but satisfied.Sharon took a sip from her flute of punch, ironed out her own considerably deeper, emerald green sundress, and waited for the party animal to come her way. She had already congratulated Deborah at the evening's inception, and Deborah was t