CHAPTER 60: JUST A WOLF IN LOVE

CharisseI moved quietly towards the door.It was made of heavy oak, no windows. So anyone standing by wouldn’t be able to look out and see me. Even so, I crouched low enough to not be noticed—or heard. And the closer I got, the clearer the sounds. For some reason, I could almost see what was happening inside, as though the door had windows and I was looking through it. Dorian would be the one punching and kicking—I could recognise from his deep grunting. And the two Alphas would be there with him—Alfred and Martin: I could smell their presence. But who—or what—he was hitting, I had no idea. It sounded like a punching bag, but it also felt… alive… groaning in pain…. Ah, what the hell. I opened the door—stealthily—till the gap was wide enough for a peek. And horror punched me in the stomach. My hand flew to my mouth before I let out a sound to give my presence away. Indeed, the Alpha King of Cuisine and the Alpha King of Pharmaceutics were standing by, watching in silence a

CHAPTER 61: "IT NEEDS TO BE REAL TIGHT, ANGEL"

CharisseFour days later….I hurriedly apologised. “I’m sorry, Betty! I didn’t mean to snap at you. I just—.” I buried my face in my palms and groaned aloud. “WHY DID I DO THAT? WHY!” Betty finished picking up the papers I had pushed off my desk in frustration and rushed to comfort me. “Would you like some more chamomile tea, Luna?” I shook my head, face still in my palms. “No amount of tea can calm this mountain of sexual frustration.”After a thoughtful pause, Betty whispered tinily, “Can’t you just let it go? I mean, it’s already been four days, so technically the Alpha’s completed more than 50 percent of his promise.” Immediately, my face shot up, bewildered. She thought that I was upset and frantically tried to salvage it. “I mean, seven days of abstinence seems pretty tough since the Alpha could barely pull through three previously—.” My pouting lips trembled in deep regret.I almost forgot about the first three. Which means we haven't had sex for seven days straight! We

CHAPTER 62: "I WOULD SQUEEZE ...."

Charisse He was strapped to the chair very tightly. Four belts, ten ties. By the time I tightened the last knot around his arm, he was well erected. That angry column of muscles and raw strength. “Dorian,” I breathed, unable to tear my gaze away. “Are you alright? What should I do?”What a thing to ask. I'm the one who started this, and he's the one being tortured. “Whatever you like, angel,” he grunted, his voice now low and raspy. “WHATEVER THE FUCK COMES TO YOUR PRETTY LITTLE MIND.”I stiffened. This wasn't him talking. That vicious tone, it wasn't Dorian. But his deep blue eyes were fixed on me. His mouth was moving to make those words. Then, I smelled it. Thick, dark and vicious—his pheromones. Or the dominant side of him. “Fuck, angel, move back,” he snarled. And I shuffled backwards until my waist bumped into the counter. Was I scared? A little. Was I excited?Yes. Very, very much. My sick, twisted desires. “Why are you like this?” I asked, knowing exactly why.

CHAPTER 62: SMACK!... "ONE."

CharisseHe was more dangerous than Val. I blinked and he was right in front of me. “Five,” he snarled. And his thick digits pushed in with my fingers. A sharp, thrilling pleasure sliced up my back, throwing my eyes wider, nearly yanking my eyeballs from their sockets, “Dorian!” My voice was so high, it could barely be heard in the human range. “Hah!” His fierce blue eyes were gripping me as tightly as his hand. “This is my size, remember?” He drew our fingers out and rammed them in, and another burst of pleasure exploded from my quivering lips. “No!” I squealed, the pleasure shaking in my flesh. “It’s much bigger!” And he grinned in satisfaction. “You fucking know how to please a man, don’t you?” He shoved our fingers in. “Dorian!” A wild rapture flung my head back, stretching my throat and chest up to his face, offering like a sacrifice. “Or are you saying that you only know how to please me?” That deep voice seemed to come from the dark and angry pheromones engulfing us,

CHAPTER 63: "I WANT YOU TO BE ROUGH!"

Charisse “Seven fucking days,” the Alpha grunted, “brace yourself, my love. We’re gonna fuck—.” He fisted my hair to hold me in position then rammed his huge, throbbing shaft into my eager, wet pussy. “Seven days’ worth.”Over and over, his powerful phallus jabbed that exact spot, and my insides crashed wildly, pleasure ringing incessantly through my flesh. “Haah! Aah! Oh God!” Tears were gushing down, trickling off my swaying nipples. “God, it feels so—fucking—good!”“Good?” He thrust faster, stronger—his grunting deeper, hoarser, fiercer. “Then, come harder for me, my love.”SMACK, SMACK! And my butt cheeks bounced like ants on fire, a sharp jolt of sweet pain shot to my gasping throat. “Aah!” I shuddered hard, clenching even harder to keep the climax from coming. Not yet. I don't want this to end. But he wanted me to come, squeezing the round flesh of my butt like a handle and slamming my pussy brutally on his cock, so he drove deeper and harder—. I orgasmed in no time, clamp

CHAPTER 64: "ARE YOU REALLY AN OMEGA?"

Charisse“Luna, in those three days that you two didn’t talk,” my Beta advised, “the Alpha has gone from bad to worse. He barely ate and slept, constantly pouring himself over work just to punish himself, and everyone is pulling shifts to keep up—.” I swivelled back, heaving in anguish. “That’s the part I don’t get, Betty!” I was about to cry again. “I’m not some marshmallow or candy floss! I won’t break easily! He said he wanted to treat me right—what does that even mean?!” “Luna—.” I showed my helpless hands. “Doesn’t treating someone right mean doing by that person’s request?! I already told him that I want him to be rough. I WANT HIM TO —!” “Luna!” Betty sideglanced to her right, hinting that the driver was listening. So I slumped back, crossed my arms and sulked harder. Then, Betty leaned closer, her voice lowered, “Maybe when this deal comes through I’ll book an appointment with the Alpha so you can break the good news to him?” “Pfft!” I glared at the headrest of the pas