Romans & histoires La Esclava Odiosa Del Alfa

Jeffrey said to me and proceeded to leave, and the girl suddenly noticed my presence. “Who are you?” she asked, and she did seem pretty annoyed. “You don’t have to worry about me. I’m just a prisoner, my name is Layla,” I responded. “Layla?” she asked, her eyes twitching from side-to-side. “Oh, Layla! You’re the girl Veronica said was an Omega whose family killed the late Alpha, which in turn made the present Alpha imprison you, and now, she hates you because Xavier... sorry, Alpha King Xavier looks at you in a special way that seems threatening to her,” Elsa revealed.

Alesha. The name came out venomously. “She's seducing the Supreme Alpha...” My voice trembled in a tone of pure, manufactured despair. “Poisoning him with her scent, with her sly smiles... erasing the fierce wolf that he was. Corrupting the DaWolf blood.” Zamora gritted his teeth so hard that his jaws popped. August exchanged a cold glance with him. That was enough. I could see it in their eyes. The hatred. So I continued.

Celeste shook her head, shocked—the thought was absurd. “Then look at me. I’ll know if you’re lying,” he growled, his gaze unwavering. The bond between them shimmered, a flickering pulse through their blood, and the tension in his shoulders eased slightly. “Good. I can’t have our bond waver before I’ve tormented you further, slave.” Even through the painful words, Celeste found herself leaning into his calloused palm as it grazed her cheek. “You can do whatever you want to me, Alpha. I deserve it all—your hate, your punishment.”

My cock was warming up to spill cum all over the place again. My frail and feeble hands reached for the door handle and with all the ecstasy burning in me, it flung open already. My steps were hastened, more like a slide across the tiles and he was right there, Alpha Lorenzo, bare chest, his eyes locked on me, his face without any emotion, but a smug smile across the corners of his lips. My hands reached out to his shoulders and I sat calmly, the sound of his breath filling my ears and his scent over my head.

An Alpha. Finally free.

Nyxia Evangeline has always been an outcast—a Beta scorned by her own pack. After the mysterious deaths of her parents, she lives under the suffocating control of her ruthless uncle, determined to reclaim her family's legacy and run away with the man she loves—a human unaware of the dark reality lurking beneath the surface of her world. But when her secret relationship is uncovered, Nyxia is forced into an arranged marriage with Dominico Lombardi, the dangerous Alpha enforcer of the most powerful pack on the continent. However, something far darker has been forced upon her. Through black magic, Nyxia is transformed from a Beta into something far more rare and valuable. As the dark magic

“Come, love. Have at it.” She almost leapt off the bed, falling to her knees. “Yes, Alpha.” The word made my wolf prowl. Something about her calling me Alpha stripped me raw. I tangled my fist in her ponytail, tilting her head back. “Open your mouth, Witch. I’m going to fuck this pretty mouth of yours.” “Yes!”

I know it. I do not understand why he keeps asking me. He knows the answer will never be any different. "I will not betray her," I tell him. "You will tell us where she is," he insists. "You will speak." "I will never betray her," I reiterate. He strikes me. Hard. "Where is the girl?" he roars. But I will not give him what he wants. "I will defeat you," I tell him. "You cannot defeat me," he tells me. "I am the Alpha.

There are thousands of omegas out there, willing to accept your proposal, just pick and fuck someone else and that's it. "You're right…" said the alpha in a calm voice. "There's just one little problem... I don't give a fucking shit, the other omegas, I want you, I like you and everything I like I get, even if I have to kill for it" His big brown eyes watched her without a spark of hesitation, which let her know he was too serious for his bad luck. Camila stood petrified, watching his countenance gradually darken, he moved closer to her, grabbed her waist and kissed her lips in a leisurely manner.

It was just a lie to prepare her for this moment. I angrily pulled myself away from the floor, sitting and resting my back against the tree with my arms stretched over my knees. She had fooled me and I had fallen right into her trap. A dark laugh escaped my lips as I thought of how foolish I was. I, the Alpha of The Blood Moon Pack. The most feared and powerful pack of the werewolf community. Ares Delgado. Deceived by a mere slave. A broken unintelligent slave who barely reached my shoulders. Alora had made a fool of me and I had allowed that. Show her to my pack, let her play my piano, let her steal a tiny part of me.