Todos los capítulos de The Alpha's Naughty Human: Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 39

Zolani’s POVCassian… That was the first name on my mind as I slowly opened my eyes, his name, his scent, his voice still echoing in the haze between sleep and waking. My body felt heavy, languid, deliciously sore in places I’d never been sore before. The sheets were tangled around my legs, the fur duvet half off, and the room still smelled like him, pine, smoke, sex, and that dark, possessive warmth that made my skin tingle even now.But when I turned my head, reaching instinctively across the mattress… He wasn’t there.The space beside me was empty, cool sheets, no indent where his body had been, and no lingering heat. Just absence.A wave of disappointment hit me so hard it stole my breath. I’d never felt so sad waking up alone in a long time. Not since I was a kid waiting for parents who never came to school events. Not since Evan started choosing work over me every single time I needed him. But this was different. This ache was sharper and deeper because last night hadn’t

Zolani’s POV“So ready to spend my money?” Ronan asked as he opened the passenger door of his sleek black Cullinan in the massive mall parking lot, snow crunching under his boots. His hand extended toward me, open, steady, and palm up like an invitation instead of a demand.I chuckled nervously, and lightly, trying to shake off the knot in my stomach.“Don’t take what Aradia said to heart,” I mumbled, sliding my hand into his. “She’s just being funny.”His fingers closed gently around mine, it felt warm, confident, with no pressure. He helped me out of the car, the cold air biting my cheeks the second my heels hit the snow-dusted asphalt.“Well, I’m gonna listen to her,” he said, smiling easily and warmly. “I have the money, so it’s natural for me to spend it on a woman I so much admire. I’ll take you shopping for everything.”My laugh came out shaky. “Ronan, that’s… insane. You don’t have to...”“I want to.” He shut the door behind me, locked the car with a soft beep, and offered his

Zolani’s POV My whole body vibrated with raw, electric, and overwhelming need, every nerve lit up, screaming, and pulsing in time with my heartbeat. Defiance never felt this good, but it was punishing. Every brutal slam of his fingers drove me higher, closer to that shattering edge, only for him to slow at the last second, curling just enough to tease, thumb hovering over my clit without giving the pressure I craved and leaving me sobbing, hips jerking forward shamelessly, greedy, chasing the release he refused to grant. Cassian’s eyes flared brighter, crimson swallowing the grey entirely and for one terrifying second, I thought he’d snap completely, lose the thin thread of control he was clinging to, and take me right there against the door until I couldn’t stand. Then he let out a low, dark, unhinged laugh that sent fresh shivers racing down my spine. He pulled his fingers free, slow, like torturously slow, the wet, obscene sound of it echoing in the room, and making me

Zolani’s pov. I twisted furiously, trying to glare up at him through my tears. “You’re an asshole,” I hissed. “A controlling, arrogant, cock-teasing asshole who thinks he can just...” He spanked me again harder cutting off my words with a sharp cry. “Twenty-three.” I sobbed, my body rocking, grinding against his thigh despite myself, slick soaking his trousers. “What the fuck are you doing to me, little human?” he asked, voice low and rough, almost wondering. “Why can’t I keep my cool around you? Why does one look from you make me want to own you? Possess you? Make you mine so completely no one else will ever dare breathe near you?” His palm came down again,lighter now but still stinging. “Because you’re under my skin,” he continued, voice darker. “Because every time you defy me, every time you push, every time you look at me like you want to break me as much as I want to break you… I want to drag you to your knees and make you beg. I want to mark you. Claim you. Fuc

Zolani’s POV My legs were shaking so badly I couldn’t stand straight, thighs trembling like they’d forgotten how to hold me up, knees wobbling with every step toward the bathroom. I had to brace one hand on the wall just to keep from collapsing in a heap on the rug. Cassian was a beast. A beautiful, terrifying beast. I’d been literally begging him to fuck me, voice cracking, hips bucking, tears streaming and offering myself like I’d die if he didn’t take me right then. And he’d still chosen not to. Because he wanted my first time to be perfect. Perfect. The word echoed in my head, soft, reverent, and ridiculous, while my body screamed for the opposite... raw, rough, and now. I didn’t care about silk sheets or moonlight or romance. I didn’t care about candles or slow kisses or whispered promises. I just wanted him deep, hard, and relentless until I couldn’t think, breathe or remember a time before his hands were on me. But he’d held back. He’d kissed me instead