Temptations [A Wattpad Creator's Novel]

9.A Replacement Kind Of Bride

Treyton couldn't believe the embarrassment he was made to suffer at the hands of that man... Alpha Rowan Stone.

It was a name that he was never going to forget for the rest of his life. It was the name of the man whom he hated more than any other man in the world.

Alpha Rowan Stone.

That was the name of the man who had stolen his bride and his million-dollar baby. That was the going rate for a crucial werewolf child.

Yes, surprise, surprise. He was very much aware of the existence of werewolves. He traffics in the commodity for a living.

One would not even believe the price that men, (and even some women), would pay to own a bit of werewolf ass. Not to mention those persons who had the intention of building their army of werewolf protectors.

Not that he cared one way or another what was done to those filthy animals.

"Fuck!"

The curse reverberated throughout the walls of his now-empty apartment. He thought back to when Verity had informed him of her little "indiscretion", and how he wanted to kill her right there and then for her "whoring" ways.

But then, why kill something that is much more valuable to you alive? The werewolf skin trade was alive and kicking. But after being humiliated at his wedding there was only one thought on his mind.

"How could you do this to me?"

Trenton whispered to nobody in particular. She was meant to be his, and he would move mountains to make that happen...

...come hell or high water.

                                *****

Rowan sat in his office, trying to catch up on all the work he had to do. Taking care of over 1,000 werewolves was not a walk in the park. But he summarized, that the quicker he was finished with his work, the quicker he could return to his mate.

'I want a mate.' The whiny voice of his wolf pierced his subconsciousness. He was usually able to keep him at bay, but ever since he had met Verity, he could feel the reins of his control slipping.

Cyprus had made his presence known and demanded solace in his make. There was no way he was going to get any work done.

When she was in his presence, she was a distraction, but when she was out of it, she became his obsession.

Just as he was able to find him and his mate, Cyrus alerted him to her presence which was just beyond his office door.

"You can come in Princess. I can smell you from inside here, and it's driving me crazy."

Rowan admitted as he watched Verity saunter into his office. She was just about a month pregnant, and as he smelt her delicious fruity smell, all he could focus on was dividing her legs, so that he could multiply her pleasure.

He wanted to fuck her five ways from Sunday, not even letting her go for air. For him, she had become the air he needed to survive. He watched as she balanced a plate, with what smelt to be oxtail and mashed potatoes, one of his favourite dishes.

And yet his lips only watered at the thought of tasting her.

"I thought you might be hungry."

Verity said as Rowan looked at her and smiled. Her scent had changed to that of Japanese cherry blossom, and all he wanted to do was to eat her where he stood.

"Ravenous."

Rowan said as Verity walked around to where he was seated and placed the tray on the table in front of him.