Mr. Player is the Alpha

Mr. Player is the Alpha

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Her chestnut curls fell over her shoulder as she bent to pick down her fallen school items. The laughter surrounded her body as she struggled to hold back her salty tears. As she picked up her chemistry papers, a large growl emitted from behind the cirlce of teenagers laughing at the poor new girl. Suddenly, the laughter stopped. The silence was nerve-wracking to the new girl who eyes had diverted to the place where the sound had come from. Everyone's bodies began to slowly turn, their eyes fixated on the one person who could make such a menacing sound. Her sea-colored eyes fixated onto a boy. His ash brown hair was pushed out of his face, the sides of his hair shaven. She watched as his chiseled jaw clenched and unclenched, his fist balled up to the sides. She observed the way his muscles flexed through his body as he pushed his way past the herd of people. As he reached her, he looked down upon the girl who was strewn upon the floor. His blue eyes softened when he locked onto her porcelain face. She kept her eyes attached to the floor, not wanting to look at the boy who was staring down at her. She knew who he was. He was Mr. Player of Rockmore Highschool. But he was also the Alpha.
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"Goddess, you're so perfect." he breathed the words, staring up at her as she moved rhythmically up and down above him, her breasts bouncing as he gripped her hips, trying to hold back the wave that he felt building inside of him. She just looked and felt so fucking good. "Do female wolves mark their mates?" She leaned forward as she asked the question in a low voice, sliding her arms along his chest as she shifted her position, moving her legs close together so that he was even tighter inside of her as his hands came down to grip her ass, thrusting into her from below. "Yes." he was barely able to gasp out the word. "Not in my pack. But in many- most even- other packs." "Why not yours?" He felt her mouth slip forward, her tongue teasing the same place he had marked on her body half an hour earlier. "The men in our pack just haven't allowed it. It's a sign of claiming and-" her teeth grazed the spot lightly, not hard enough to break the skin, but he felt a mixture of pleasure and pain shoot through his body and he drew in a sharp breath, his head tilting back automatically as he offered her better access to the spot. "It shows that you belong to your mate. Doesn't it? Like I belong to you?" "Yes." He murmured, gripping her more tightly, so close to the edge he knew he'd lose control at any moment. He only hoped he could bring her to the peak of pleasure again first. He'd thought she was close. "Nova." He knew his voice sounded desperate. "Can I mark you, Alpha?" ---------------------------------- When Nova stumbles into pack lands and is captured by the Blazing Moon pack she knows that she has to escape. She makes a daring escape only to be tracked down by their Alpha. But their meeting isn't at all what either or them expected. Can he convince her to stay? Or will a petite female rogue be the one to bring down one of the fiercest Alpha's on the continent? ⚠️THIS STORY HAS EXPLICIT SCENES AND MATURE CONTENT. IT IS NOT ADVISED FOR THOSE YOUNGER THAN 18

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