Novel & Cerita My Accidental Alphas Desire

CHAPTER 3: Beyond whispers GREECE 455BC DECEMBRE, ALTHEA'S POV Pain shot through me as my wolf whimpered in pain. She had suffered way too much for this. The pain of rejection hurt me because I felt my life was going to change after this. But I should never have doubted my instincts...the instincts that said I should never have hoped anyone would accept me. "My King..." "Lord Alexios." Kathryn walked up giving the beta a puppy eyes like she had not bullied me an hour ago. Lord Alexios turned but said nothing to her, he didn't seem interested...

I was naked! A devilish smirk crawled up his lips as he snatched the scarf when I picked it up. A gasp fell from my lips when I saw him tear the scarf off. "Don't do that!" I screamed but it was too late. He sent the shreds flying in the air and my heart broke at the scene. Why did he keep breaking me? "You look so beautiful when you're naked." Alpha Caspian purred, his voice thick with desperation. "I want to touch every part of you." He yanked me close to him and started trailing kisses down my arm.

I opened the first note, and the first thing that struck me was how much this writing looked like mine, but I was more interested in the content which read; “I so much hate the Alphas and wish them instant death a hundred times. They don’t deserve anything good in their lives and if the moon goddess can grant me one wish, it would be for them to have the most miserable life.” I felt horrified and my heart began to beat fast as I took the other note to read. “If I could get the Alpha King to see me, I will narrate my story to him and paint the Alphas darker than they already are, so I could be saved and finally have a better life. It’s a curse on me to have them as mates.”

I head straight for the absolute weasel, Chemosh places a hand on my waist in support. “And who might you be?” I say, drawing his attention to me. His brown beady eyes drag up and down me with lust and interest. Taking the hand I offered, he places a kiss on it before smiling at me. “I am Alpha Findley, from Mystic creek pack” He tells me, offering me a dazzling smile. These fucking Alphas actually believe they are a gift from the Goddess herself. What he didn't realise was the minute he touched my skin and looked into my eyes he offered up his mind for me to watch like a sad little soap opera. I smile at him, but remove my hand.

I said, and he nodded slowly. "I am sorry, Desiree, I won't keep vital information away from you again," he apologised, and I knew he was sincere, but I wanted to punish him and make him beg. He didn't deserve it because I had secrets I was keeping from him, but I knew the lovemaking would be more intense that way. I was happy he would be Alpha. I let him pull me close. Adam held me a bit with his head on my chest, and then he felt my breasts, tried to take the robe off, and I stiffened, just to prove stubborn and hold out for as long as I could.

Captivating wild greys. Those eyes of hers did things to me, frightful things. Seized the entirety of my attention in broad daylight and painfully haunted my slumber on dark nights. She did not know that she had me securely coiled around her finger the second she chose to audaciously savour me in that meeting of Alphas where I first laid eyes on her. The way she gorged up the fullness of my being from the peaks of my shoes to my agitated burning globes with a tortuous slowness that naughtily enticed me. No female had been so lucid of their desires for me and just like that she had hooked me off guard.

I wrenched my hand free, keeping my expression neutral despite the fire raging inside me. “Apologies, Alpha Malachi,” he said quickly, lowering his head. “It’s my desperation causing my impulsiveness.” I nodded curtly, my jaw tight. “Control yourself, Alpha Randolph,” I said, my tone sharp enough to cut. He nodded again, retreating slightly, and I sat back, trying to shake the lingering disgust of his touch. His desperation, whether genuine or another manipulation, only made me more certain of one thing: he wasn’t the victim he wanted the world to believe.

His eyes devoured every inch of her: the curve of her breasts, the softness of her belly, the trembling between her thighs. He crawled over her, feral and regal at once. “Look at me,” he ordered. She did. “Tell me what you want.” Yari swallowed. Her voice broke on the words. “I want you… to make it worse.” His breath caught. “What do you mean?” “I want you to ruin me, Alpha. Make me forget I was ever someone else.” gods. He’d thought he was a patient man. Disciplined. Cold. But the moment she said Alpha, every restraint snapped like dry twigs beneath his boot.

"You're not going to lose control. Not here. Not now." "I want to kill him," I whisper. "I want to make him kneel and beg and—" "I know." Cade's voice is soft next to me, his chest pressed to my side. "But you won't. Because you're stronger than this." "I'm not—" "You are." River's forehead touches mine. "You're an Alpha's Alpha. A destroyer wolf. And you're ours. We've got you." Cade's lips brush my temple. "We stabilize you, remember? We keep you honest. We keep you who you are."

Tucking an imaginary strand of hair behind her ear. I cleared my throat, announcing my presence again. "Yes, I saw it too. Oh, I just wish I would find my mate among the Alphas. Alpha Drew, hopefully." The slimmest one dreamed. "While you all are only interested in finding your mates, all I want to see is Alpha Ace. Oh gosh, I can't wait to meet him. I'll totally make him notice me!" The last girl fanned herself dramatically. "Alpha Ace will be here?! How do you know that?"