บททั้งหมดของ The Alpha's Human Dancer (An Erotica): บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

EdricI didn’t know how to answer him. The feeling inside me was too much, too full, too deep and too overwhelming. Every slow thrust of Leon’s hips sent sparks shooting up my spine, a strange heat that curled low in my belly and refused to let me think straight.“It… it doesn’t hurt like before,” I finally whispered against his neck, my voice shaky. “But it’s… weird and… and very… full. Like I can’t breathe properly.”Leon hummed, the sound low and satisfied. His large hand stroked down my back, soothing even as his cock continued its steady invasion. “Good boy. That’s what I want to hear.” He kissed the shell of my ear, then nipped it gently. “You’re opening up so beautifully for me, baby. Taking me so deep. You are so beautiful for me.”I shivered at his words. My legs, wrapped around his waist, trembled. I could feel every inch of him. He was hot, thick and pulsing inside me like it belonged there. Like it was made to fill me. The wet, obscene sounds of our joining filled the roo

LeonThe heat woke me.Not the pleasant, sated warmth of a lover’s body curled against mine, but a worrying, unnatural fever radiating from the small frame tucked into my chest. My eyes snapped open. The room was still dark, the first hints of dawn barely touching the windows. Edric lay pressed against me exactly as I had arranged him hours ago; head on my chest, one slender leg thrown over mine, his smaller body fitting perfectly into the curve of mine like he was made for it.But something was wrong.I pressed the back of my hand to his forehead. Burning. His skin was flushed, cheeks rosy and damp with sweat. His breathing came in shallow, slightly labored puffs against my skin. A low curse slipped from my lips as I gently eased him onto his back so I could see him better.“Edric…” I whispered, brushing damp strands of hair from his forehead. He didn’t stir. His lashes fluttered weakly but his eyes stayed closed. Guilt slammed into me like a freight train.I had done this.I knew he

EdricThe quiet comfort of Leon’s arms didn’t last long. A sudden, sharp thought cut through the haze of exhaustion and lingering fever like cold water.“Aria.”I sat up too fast. Pain shot through my lower body, and the room tilted for a second, but I didn’t care. My heart was pounding. “Aria… my sister. I haven’t seen her since yesterday. Before Marcus…” My voice cracked. I tried to swing my legs off the bed, but they refused to cooperate. They felt like jelly. “I need to see her. Now. You promised you would give her the best care, but I haven’t even checked on her…”“Edric, easy.” Leon’s strong hands caught me before I could collapse. He pulled me back against his chest, one arm wrapped securely around my waist. “She’s okay. I swear to you. I had my people move her to a private room at the best hospital in the city the same night everything happened. Top specialists, round-the-clock nurses, everything she needs.”I shook my head, tears already pricking at my eyes. “I still need to

LeonThe tires crunched over the gravel drive as I guided the black SUV through the wrought-iron gates of Blackthorn Manor. The mansion loomed ahead, its stone facade weathered by centuries of mountain winds, windows glowing like watchful eyes in the gathering dusk. Edric sat in the passenger seat, still pale from the hospital lights and the sterile smell that clung to his clothes. His arm was bandaged, the sling a stark white against his dark jacket. Human. Fragile. Mine to protect now, whether the pack understood it or not.I glanced sideways at him. “You should rest when we get inside. No arguments.”Edric offered a tired half-smile, the one that always twisted something deep in my chest. “You’ve said that three times since we left the parking lot, Leon. I’m fine. Just bruised and… tired of needles. I hate getting sick because I have to take care of my sister and I can't afford to get sick. There won't be anyone to take care of me and I won't be able to work. But right now, now you

EdricThe next few days passed in a strange, fragile peace. My body healed slowly, the soreness fading into a dull reminder of that intense first night. Leon was attentive, almost too attentive, making sure I ate, rested, and took the medicines the doctor left. We visited Aria again, and seeing her smile brighter with the new treatment lifted a weight I’d carried for years. For the first time in forever, I felt… hopeful but peace never lasted long in Leon’s world.I woke up restless on the fourth morning. The mansion, Leon’s pack house, I was learning to call it, was beautiful but suffocating. Too many eyes watching me. Too many whispers behind closed doors. Leon had left early for some pack business, promising he’d be back by lunch. The quiet felt heavy.“I just need some air,” I told myself, slipping on comfortable shoes and a light jacket. One of the staff tried to offer an escort, but I waved them off with a polite smile. “I won’t go far.”The grounds around the mansion were vast,