Perfect Match: The Cruel Alpha's Submissive Mate

Raquel's Point of ViewThe full moon shone brightly with its beautiful appearance, its light piercing through the thin curtains in the room.I sat on the edge of the bed, gazing out the window calmly. However, my heart was beating very fast.Afraid and confused.How to say it, I shouldn't be in this place. I should still be in my small room, looking at a photo of my mother and my younger self, smiling brightly under the sunlight.I shouldn't be here, sitting and waiting for that man to come.Yet, I dare not leave, I have nowhere to go.The sound of the bedroom door opening startled me, but I didn't dare to look back, only sharpening my sense of hearing. Firm and resolute footsteps approached.Then the cold and dominant voice of the man sounded, piercing my ears, making my body tense."Stand up!" he said, clearly not accepting any refusal.I stood up without delaying even for a moment. Facing the man, Isaac Kingston, who exuded a frightening and powerful aura."Lift your face," Isaac s

3rd Point of View “Did she just kiss my neck?” Isaac questioned the alpha wolf within him. He couldn’t believe this was happening, the omega had the audacity to kiss his neck. However, the kiss felt fleeting, like a dragonfly landing and departing in the next moment, leaving an itching sensation on his neck. Her small, warm body pulled away, but Isaac pulled her back, wrapping his arms around her slender waist. He held Raquel in place, unwilling to let her go. The scent of roses filled his senses, presenting its own temptation. When they first met, he knew the omega had an intriguing scent, but Isaac didn’t expect it to match his preferences so perfectly. It was as if a void within him was slowly being filled, and he wanted to imprison it tightly. Not a single strand of hair should escape that confinement. Isaac never anticipated feeling real temptation from someone. After greedily inhaling the rose-scented neck, he distanced himself, gazing into those beautiful black eyes with

*a bit mature contentRaquel’s POV I belong to you. As I uttered those words, I felt uncertain and a bit afraid. What if I’m the only one feeling this way, and he’s not? What if I end up getting hurt? I wouldn’t have a way to heal from that pain, I have nothing else in this life. Yet, he seemed oblivious to my feelings, only intensifying his kiss, lifting me to cloud nine. His warm hands moved, and all I knew was that my clothes had fallen to the cold floor one by one, leaving nothing behind. He pulled my hands, placing them on his chest. In a low, deep voice, incredibly sexy and tempting, he whispered, “Help me take off my clothes.” I nodded silently, trying to keep my balance as I unbuttoned his attire with trembling hands. Midway, he became less patient, pushing my body onto the bed and sitting on top of me. His eyes were completely red, piercing and predatory. My heart raced. Rather than fear, it fueled my excitement. Not because I’m a masochist, but his dominant aura