Alpha Ultima

Chapter 2

When I wake the next morning, I find myself alone. I reach out and slide my hand along the bed sheets to find they are cold. My mates must have been up for a while now. I flick my eyes over to the alarm clock on Xander's nightstand to see that it is already half past seven in the morning.

My heart sinks straight into my stomach and I throw the blankets off of me, jumping out of the bed like it is on fire. I need to hurry the hell up or I am going to be late for my own grand opening. I flee to the bathroom and start the shower, and thanks to our steamy midnight rendezvous, I have no clothes to shed.

As I got under the steaming water I think about everything that has happened over the past five years. Today is the grand opening of Spiritwood Academy. Quinn, Xander and I have put our blood, sweat and tears into getting this school ready. Literally.

I smile as I recall Quinn accidentally busting his thumb while hammering a nail into the wooden bones of what is going to be known as the most prestigious paranormal academy in the world. It is the first of it's kind and something that holds my heart and pride. We have worked too hard and for too long to let anything get in our way now.

When word got out to the council that Xander, Quinn and I had become Alpha Ultima, there was a minor uproar. Packs across North America became concerned that we were going to take over the packs one by one, eliminating all other Alpha's, leaving us to rule by force.

When the council first showed up on our doorstep, I must admit that I did not act very Luna-like. They tried to tell us the panic the other Alpha's were going through and I burst out laughing. It was a horrible, evil, cackle like snort that came out of my mouth and I swear I couldn't have controlled it if I tried. Definitely not my finest moment.

I remember trying to contain myself while explaining that I had barely become aware of the fact that I was a wolf, let alone the daughter of the goddess and mated to not one but two incredibly hunky men. Taking over the world one pack at a time was not on my radar. Ain't nobody got time for that.

Quinn tried to ask them about Elder Audrey and what had happened the night of our mating ceremony but not one member of the council admitted to knowing what her plans or intentions were. I roll my eyes at the thought. I don't trust them. I can't see how an elite member of their society could have done what she had, without anyone else being made aware. It just didn't add up. Quinn and Xander agree, but have made it very clear to me that without proof, there is nothing any of us can do.

It took about a year for everyone to settle down. I understood their concerns, truly I did. The amount of power my mates and I had was unprecedented. Nobody, whether they be rogue, pack, or vampire, would risk trying to take us on. It would be a suicide mission.

My thoughts shift to my mates brother, Xavier. I truly thought Xander was going to kill him after he helped deliver sensitive information over to Viktor, which lead to the attack and deaths of their parents. I damn near had to tie him and Quinn to the bed to get them to listen to me; which in all honesty, I'm sure I would have enjoyed that more than they would have.

It took a few days and multiple heavy conversations for Xander to realize the power the Sire bond had over his twin. Quinn came around much faster, agreeing with me that if they could forgive the other Lycan's, then they should be able to find it in their hearts to forgive Xavier as well.

I knew the shock of his brothers betrayal had hit Xander hard. I knew that he wouldn't be able to forgive him right away, but I also knew that he deserved another shot. Xavier had been through too much to let everything end so soon. I just know that he is destined for more.

Over the past few years, fear of Tyler, Viktor and Chantal had lessened. We spent months searching for the three that had turned our lives into turmoil but every lead, every murmur, came back unsuccessful; we had not heard a peep from them and though I am convinced we have not seen the last of them, it has thankfully been quiet.

A slight knock on the door shakes me out of my reverie. I turn to see Quinn open the shower door and peak his head inside. His silver eyes roam my wet, naked torso and that god forsaken smirk lights up his face. Goddess, he is so fucking beautiful.

"Hurry up, Little Wolf. We're gonna be late." He chuckles and leans in for a kiss.

I pretend to lean in to press my lips to his, but the moment he leans far enough in, I wrap my arms around his neck and pull until he is standing fully clothed under the hot water.

"Oh, Little Wolf." He growls playfully. "You're going to pay for that."

I nip at his bottom lip and press my breasts into his chest. A low grumble escapes him and I can't help but chuckle.

"I look forward to my punishment, my alpha." I respond in a low sultry voice.

I watch as his eyes turn black, and I take my lower lip between my teeth in anticipation. Brilliant white spots that always remind me of stars, dance in their bottomless depths, and before I realize what is happening, I am being tossed against the shower wall and pinned against his hard body as his mouth descends to my own.

His hands grip my hips tight, I can feel his growing member pressing up against my stomach. I want nothing more than to release him from the jean prison he is trapped behind. I slide my hands down his still covered chest until I reach his pants. I begin to start undoing the button when suddenly both of my wrists are captured in a single hand of his and brought above my head.

His demanding kiss slows before he pulls away completely, causing a slight whimper to escape my lips. I want nothing more than for his mouth to devour me, I try to kiss him again, but once more he moves out of my reach. With my hands out of commission, I am forced to resort to pushing my hips against his raging hard-on.

He hisses and roughly pushes back into me. The fire that burns through my veins increases as my core drips for him. The pressure of having his hard cock trapped behind his jeans must be excruciating.

"Please, Quinn. Put the fire out." I whisper.

"You forget who is in charge here, Little Wolf." He tsk's at me and lowers his head to my neck, trailing kisses along the sensitive skin.

"Besides, I thought you were looking forward to being punished? What happened to my defiant little mate that was standing in front of me, beautifully naked, just moments ago?" He says huskily as he bites down on his mark, causing me to release a strangled moan.

His hand that was still on my hip, moves slowly down until his fingers trail my weeping slit. Before I can adjust or prepare, he quickly inserts two fingers deep into my core. I cry out and press my tits against his chest, my perky nipples ache as they beg for his attention.

I try to pull my hands free from his grip to no avail, as he begins to expertly pound his fingers into me. The curvature of his momentum has the deep heat building in the pit of my stomach. His teeth scrape against the scars of his mark on my neck and my legs begin to shake.

"Please." I whine.

Fuck, I'm so close.

Just as the first wave of my impending orgasm is about to crest and crash down around me, his fingers disappear from my pulsating core and I cry out in frustration. He chuckles and my eyes fly open. My brows are deeply furrowed and my breathing labored.

"No, no, no! Please, Quinn. Please, My Soul. I need you." I whimper unattractively.

"Mmm... I don't think so, Little Wolf. You don't seem to deserve it. Now, be a good girl and get that fine ass dressed. We will see how you well you earn your dessert for tonight." He winks at me with a dangerous smirk on his face before turning and walking right out the door.

What. An. Asshat.

A/N:

Looks like our little Carter isn't in as much control as she would like to think!

Who thinks she should get a little revenge?

Xoxox - Ky.