One Night With The Alpha |18+✔

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There are few instances where I am in control...

...far and few, but this is one of them.

"Fuck, yes," Z'ev groans loudly while grasping my waist, our breathing uneven as I ride his cock hard and fast. My tits bounce up and down, my long auburn hair falling over my shoulders as I steady my palms flat against the wall over the headboard.

The air catches in my lungs, Z'ev's grip intensifying as he helps fuck me harder, a loud moan leaving my lips as I feel the head of his cock slam against my cervix. He's right there, and so am I.

My walls milk his cock, feeling it engorging as he fills the condom with his seed. After I still on top of him for a moment, we both steady our breathing, a chuckle leaving his lips as he slams my ass and says, "Fuck that was great."

A small smile forms on my lips, hearing appreciation isn't that often.

After rolling off him, Z'ev mutters, "Shit..." I see what he means and my heart skips a beat at the broken tip of the condom, seeing semen residue trickling from my pussy.

"I'm on the pill..." my voice is soft now as I see the demeanor shift from Z'ev, "...and I'm not in heat."

He snaps quickly, "Of course you better fucking be and if you were in heat, this room would be filled with a lot more warriors then me!" He pauses a moment, standing from my bed before he goes into the bathroom to clean up. I can hear him call, "You better go pay a visit to Jaison, I swear to the fucking Moon Goddess, if you get pregnant with my pup..." his voice holds danger before I see Z'ev pop his head from the bathroom and begin to get dressed, "...I will assure you have a miscarriage."

I'm nodding my head profusely, looking away from Z'ev before I hear him zip up his pants and put on his boots. He leans over the side of the bed, lifting the hair out of my face before he chuckles, "Thanks for the fuck...you're always a good lay."

My eyes meet with his for a split second...that is, before they avert to the covers once again. Z'ev opens and closes my bedroom door behind himself, my chin lifting as I release a small sigh.

No one would want me to carry their pup.

Standing from the bed, I'm quick to clean myself up, showering and changing into fresh underwear with fading jeans, boots and a long sleeve shirt. I blow dry my hair, allowing it to hang around my face while acting as a shield from the harshly judging cruelties of this world.

I slip on a black and red zip up hoodie, turning to the bedroom door before I open in and close it behind me. I stuff my hands into the pockets of the hoodie, walking down the hallway of the basement, the level beneath the main one.

Down here...

...it's just me and the holding cells. The area which rogues and trespassing wolves are tortured before being put to death for setting foot on Alpha Zenon Ferid's territory. The Death Stalkers Pack is one of the two deadliest, killing without remorse and protecting what belongs to them.

The only pack more fearsome, is the Nightshade Prowlers Pack...

...I'd rather be an omega whore than a rogue at the mercy of that pack.