Todos los capítulos de The Alpha's Naughty Human: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

Zolani’s POV.A good girl shouldn’t have said this, but the first time I ever imagined a real cock inside me, it wasn’t my fiancé’s, it was my best friend’s father’s, Cassian Blackthorne’s thick, brutal length dragging slow and wet against my untouched slit while he pinned me to his kitchen counter and growled,“Brace your virgin cunt, little human. Take what you’ve been secretly begging for.”And tonight the fantasy devoured me whole.He bent me over that same marble island, my palms flat, fingers splayed, trembling so hard the cold stone seemed to vibrate beneath them. Cassian stood behind me, bare, sweat still gleaming on the carved lines of his chest from the memory of that morning in Malibu. He never showed mercy in my head.One rough hand pried my ass cheeks apart, the other guided the flushed, leaking crown of his cock up and down my folds, painting himself with the slick that had poured out of me for months every time his name crossed my mind.“Goddess, look at you,” he rasped

Zolani’s POV Snow fell thick and lazy over Dublin Airport, blanketing the roofs and the old stone pillars like someone had torn open a bag of powdered sugar and shaken it over the entire country. The air smelled sharp, cold pine, jet fuel, and something darker, richer, older. Old money. Werewolf money. The kind that built castles before America was even a fever dream.I barely had time to shiver before a shriek ripped through the arrivals hall.“ZEE, YOU SEXY VIRGIN BITCH!”There she was, Aradia Blackthorne in all her unhinged glory vaulting over the barricade like an Olympic hurdler, boots up to her thighs, white faux-fur coat hanging open, wild black curls flying everywhere. She waved a massive cardboard sign that just said ZOLANI in bright red lipstick, hearts doodled all over it. People turned to stare. Phones came out but i trust her to not give a single fuck.I hadn’t even dropped my suitcase before she tackled me, arms crushing my ribs, perfume and snow and pure chaos slamming

Zolani’s POVThe door clicked shut behind me, but I could not move.My heart was hammering so hard I swore the blood on the floor pulsed in time with it.The room reeked of the metallic tang of fresh death mixed with pine, smoke, and that dark, spiced scent that had haunted my dreams for months.Cassian Blackthorne stood in the middle of it all. Shirtless. Blood smeared across his chest like war paint. Black trousers slung low on his hips. A dagger still dripping in his fist.I should have screamed.I should have run.Humans bolted whenever they saw monsters, right? That was what the movies taught me.But my feet were glued to the rug.My eyes locked on the corpse sprawled across the bed. Throat slashed wide. Blood soaking the duvet. My overturned suitcase beside him.A pair of my pale pink lace panties dangled from the dead man’s fingers like some sick trophy.I wondered what had happened.I dared not ask.Cassian’s storm-grey eyes pinned me in place. Burning. His nostrils flared, an

Zolani’s POV“Damn! Who’s she?”A deep voice rumbled from somewhere below as I hit the second-floor landing, and every hair on my body stood up like I’d been electrocuted.Be confident, Zolani. Be fucking confident!I screamed at myself inside my skull, but my hands were already shaking, knees threatening to knock together under this ridiculous silk dress.This wasn’t me. The low-cut neckline plunging so deep my tits were one deep breath away from a full escape. The thigh-slit riding high enough that every step flashed skin all the way to the promised land. I only dressed like this when Aradia was around to egg me on, to laugh and call me her “sexy little virgin bombshell” and make it feel like a game. Alone? I felt like a lamb wearing lingerie to a butcher convention.The ground could open up and swallow me right fucking now. Please.“That’s the human girl,” another voice answered, lazy and amused, closer this time. “Aradia’s best friend. Bridesmaid. She’s hot though...wanna go

Zolani’s POVThe balcony off my new room was fucking magical...wide enough for a party, stone railings carved with wolves mid-howl, and a view that punched me straight in the soul. Snow-capped mountains stretched out forever under a sky bruised purple and gold with twilight, pines blanketed white like someone had dumped confectioners’ sugar over the whole damn world.The cold bit my cheeks, sharp and clean, but it felt good, real, grounding, like the universe was trying to slap some sense into me after the day I’d had.I leaned on the railing, silk robe pulled tight around me, bare feet numb on the heated stone floor... because of course the Blackthornes had heated balconies, they probably had heated toilet seats shaped like thrones.For the first time since landing, I smiled without forcing it. This view was the best. Pure, untouchable beauty. No blood. No dead bodies. No six-foot-six Alphas looking at me like they wanted to eat me alive or pin me down and...The door behind me clic