All Chapters of Alpha Reid's Virgin Slave: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

REIDI was still inside her.The knot, swollen and possessive, locked us together in the most intimate of chains. I lay on my side, my arm draped over Rayne’s waist, my body curled protectively around hers. The room was silent except for the soft rhythm of her breathing. In sleep, the harsh lines of anger and defiance had disappeared from her face, leaving behind a vulnerability that made my chest ache.I watched the slow rise and fall of her chest. My gaze traced the delicate column of her throat to the claiming mark just below her ear. A faint, rosy color was beginning to come back to the skin there. Like dawn touching a bruise. The physical evidence of our bond was healing, responding to the brutal, repeated claiming.But the bond itself, the soul-deep thread that should have been humming with connection, was still severed. I could feel the ghost of it, a phantom limb screaming for what was missing. My wolf paced restlessly, confused and agitated. He knew his mate was here,

RAYNEThe hallway of the medical wing blurred as Reid hauled me toward the exit. I was a Silver Luna, a daughter of the Moon Goddess with the power to kill ten Alphas in one go, and yet, in the iron grip of Reid’s arms, I felt like a thrashing weakling. It wasn't just his strength; it was the sheer, stubborn momentum of his will."Let me go!" I shrieked, digging my heels into the stone floor, trying to find that silver spark of power deep in my marrow. But my wolf was too busy mourning the bond.Reid didn't even grunt. He just shifted his grip, and before I could blink, the world flipped upside down."Keep still," he uttered in an annoyed tone, throwing me over his shoulder like a sack of grain. "You—you absolute caveman!" I slammed my fists into his back, the muscles there feeling like stone. Each blow did more damage to my knuckles than to his pride. "I knew you were an asshole the moment you kidnapped me! Offering me a five-minute headstart knowing full well you had wolf spee

RAYNEThe dining room of the Alpha mansion was strangely quiet tonight. The crystal chandeliers cast an expensive glow over a table set with silver trays and bone china. For a species that looked down on humans as nothing more than slaves, they certainly loved our culture.They copied everything. The fine linens, the delicate seasoning of the roasted duck, the vintage wine that had likely been cellared by human hands. All of it.I sat between Luna Selene and an empty chair, picking at a baked carrot and feeling the weight of the silk corset sundress I’d chosen. It was a light cream color, feminine and soft, with my brown hair curled to frame my face. I looked like a lady again. Feels like it's been years since I got all dressed up like this.Reid sat at the head of the table, shirtless under a dark blazer, looking every bit the predatory King he was. He smirked, shaking his head slightly. He could probably hear my thoughts. Or maybe the commentary was just written all over my face

"Open your mouth."His command was a low growl against my skin, his lips still wrapped around my nipple, sucking hard enough to make my knees buckle. I gasped, the sound echoing in the quiet study.He didn’t hesitate. His fingers, which had been working the laces of my dress, slid from the small of my back to my chin. He tilted my head back, his thumb pressing against my bottom lip. I should push him away. I should scream. But the heat pooling low in my belly was drowning every rational thought. My tongue darted out, tasting the clean scent of soap and pure, dominant alpha on his thumb. He replaced his thumb with two of his fingers, slipping them past my lips."Suck," he ordered, his golden eyes blazing into mine.And I did. My mouth closed around his fingers, my tongue swirling over the pads.A ragged groan vibrated from his chest into mine. He watched me, utterly captivated, as I hollowed my cheeks and sucked on his fingers. The act so intimate and degrading sent a fresh rush

REIDThe heavy iron door of the diner was still swinging as I lunged out of the diner. I finally caught up to Mira in a narrow, shadow-drenched alleyway near the pack bridge. "Reid, let me go or I’ll fucking scream for help!" she yelled, her voice high and filled with a panic I’d never seen from her before."Just tell me the fucking truth!" I growled, my hands slamming onto her shoulders, pinning her against the cold brick wall. "You were going to say something about my mother. Say it."Mira didn't scream. Instead, she broke. A sob ripped from her throat, and she slumped against the bricks, her legs barely holding her up. "I saw your fucking mom fleeing the scene," she sobbed, the words tumbling out in a rush of terror. "Her dress... it was covered in something red. At first, I thought it was wine. I thought she was just running to get help. But then I saw Rayne. She was kneeling there in front of your dad with a knife in her hand... and I wanted it to be her. It had to be her!"