AlvarWhen I said my name, my kitten closed her eyes and pretended to faint. But her fluttering eyelids and rapid heartbeat gave her away.Is my name really that scary?I watch her with amusement.My mate is younger, more mischievous, stronger, and bolder than I expected.She dares to call me rude, make deals, and fake fainting right in front of me. The last person who challenged me got torn apart and fed to the dogs. But her antics don't make me angry; they make me feel... excited.‘Mark her RIGHT NOW!” Blade protests loudly. “You’re 28 and still don't have a wife! What the fuck are you waiting for? Grab her, bite her neck, make her ours! Then drag her to bed and make babies! If you can't do it, I will!’He’s really horny.Of course, I’m horny too. The moment I saw her, I wanted to fuck her. Her beautiful blue eyes made my cock swell up. I long to be inside her, to have her touch me. But her bruises and wary eyes calm me down.I reassure Blade to take it easy. She looks young, maybe
RyleeEating the bread and bacon Ruth hands me, I think about how to get out of this mess. Steve sold me, and now I’m Alvar’s sex slave.Being his sex slave won’t end well.After the meal, I look around the deck. The sea is beautiful. The waves roll in, big and small, and the sun is warm and comforting. But I can’t enjoy it. I think about jumping off the boat and swimming away, but we’re far from shore. There are about seven or eight werewolves on board, all big and strong. They’d scoop me up before I even hit the water.No chance. I have to wait.Clouds start to thicken, and the sky gets cloudy. Ruth shooes me back to my room.“Looks like rain’s coming. Damn winter rain and wind, it’s gonna be cold.” Ruth grumbles, pulling a wool coat from the closet. She says Alvar had my previous clothes and package sent ahead to Dark Moon Pack, and the ones I’m wearing are new.Whoo. Efficiency.I don’t feel cold. In Greenvale, it gets to -10 or -20°C in winter, and I’m often out in the wind and s
RyleeThe mansion’s courtyard surrounds the place, and the helicopter is parked on the tarmac in the northeast corner. As soon as we step off the helicopter, men in black rush over with umbrellas. I wade through the muddy grass and make my way to the mansion, still trying to take in the grandeur.I’m in awe. I’m sure my wide-eyed wonder looks silly, but I can’t help it.This place is incredible!It is an old-fashioned and gorgeous mansion; a style I learn a month later called Victorian. The mansion sits at the top of a hill, facing south, with expansive courtyards to the east and south. Except for the west, which is near a cliff. An iron fence encircles the property, with guarded entrances at every corner (I sigh again). In the center of the courtyard is an octagonal fountain pool, currently empty except for a small marble pedestal.To the north, there’s a parking lot. Now a few luxury cars sporadically parked in it. Beside it, there is an area that serves as a landing pad for helicop
AlvarI decide to cancel Greenvale Pack. I never cared about it before. It’s far north, poor in resources, and taking it over wouldn’t benefit our pack.But now, things have changed. I’m going to show them I don’t mess around. They’ll pay for how they treated my future Luna.Rylee’s asleep, so I ask Carl to take her back to the pack by boat. He’ll wait for her to wake up before taking the helicopter. After Carl leaves, I start digging into Greenvale Pack. By evening, all the details are on my desk.Green is an old family, but its descendants are ungrateful. The current Alpha, Steve, and his father are losers. Greenvale was in a mess. Steve has no ability, just luck. He married a good wife. Twenty-five years ago, he mated to the descendent of the Madonna, Sheila Dewey, Rylee's mother.Sheila was a powerful Luna with healing abilities, skilled in business and management. She kept Greenvale organized and thriving. She was loved by all. However, she struggled to get pregnant. So Steve che
RyleeYesterday, Carl and Ruth dropped me off at the bedroom and left. They told me to wait for Alvar. I didn’t dare touch anything in the room and only went to the bathroom. I sat on the bed and anxiously waited for him. I don't know when I fell asleep.I slept so much that when I wake up, it was the next afternoon. I remember sleeping in the corner but woke up in the middle of the bed. I sleep super comfortably, except my butt feels a bit numb.Strange.Not seeing the owner of the room relieves me.Afternoon sunlight pours into the room through the floor-to-ceiling windows. I get out of bed, step over the black plush carpet, and push open the balcony door. The breeze blows through, ruffling the curtains and sweeping my face, lifting the gloom from my heart. I go out onto the balcony. The view here shows a small patch of lawn. Not far from it are cliffs, and below the cliffs is the sea.There are guards on three sides of the Gonzales Mansion but not on the side near the cliffs. Maybe
Rylee“No. What’s wrong?” Meg asks.I bite my lip. “I heard an unfamiliar voice calling my name.”Meg rushes into the bathroom to check. She looks into every nook and cranny, then turns to me. “There's no one here. Could you be hallucinating?”Hallucinating? Maybe. My nerves are on high alert lately.She walks over, observing me closely. “Could it be you’re nervous about having dinner with Alpha? Don’t worry, he seems scary sometimes, but he’s very nice.”I doubt it. Do nice guys get lots of sex slaves and throw them away after they fuck? I’m reminded that during my visit to the Mansion yesterday, I didn’t see any coquettish women. Everyone was in uniform and well-organized. None looked like sex slaves.So where are these rumored sex slave?I can’t help but ask, “Meg, you know how they talk about Alpha Alvar’s sex slaves. And I’m concerned. Do you know where they are now?”Is it true, as the rumor goes, that he killed them all?I wince. This is what I’m going to end up with.“What kin
RyleeThis is technically the second time I’ve seen Alvar, but the first time I’ve seen him up close in good lighting.He’s more handsome than I expected—stately, the man of men, the Alpha of Alphas. He’s tall, taller than Syd. His body is perfectly built, the most proportioned werewolf I’ve ever seen. His black hair isn’t too short, most of it ruffled back majestically, with a few strands resting on his forehead. Today, his eyes are brighter than last time, like luxurious rubies. Beneath his straight nose, his lips…Damn, why do I want to pounce on those lips and kiss them hard? He’s the infamous Alpha Alvar! I must be crazy!Yet I didn't expect him to take my hand in front of all eyes.They’re all watching us. I straighten up and try to pull my hand away, but he grips it tighter. My face burns red. Is he always this wanton?His gaze softens a bit, locking onto me. “Rylee, you look amazing today.”“Tha… thank you, Alpha Alvar,” I stammer. I know I look stupid, but I really don’t know
RyleeI’ve figured out that his eyes darken when he’s in rut. Like now. The rubies in his eyes turn darker than blood.His hands clamp around my waist, pulling me to press against him. His steaming hardness against my lower abdomen, scorching my skin through the cloth.He looks down at me, that godlike face full of raw desire. I feel like I’m losing my mind.“Whatever it is, it has to wait,” he asserts. He lowers his head and sucks my lips again, his hand rubbing over my butt.I swoon from the kiss, but my survival instincts kick in.“No...” It take me a lot of effort to struggle to pull away. “I... I...”I stammer a lie facing his probing gaze, “I’m still bruised... it hurts right now...”“Can you… I mean, can this wait until next time?” I ask, voice trembling.His frown is terrifying. I’m afraid he’ll order someone to drag me outside and kill me now. I quickly add, “I could help you with my mouth.”Scared to look at his face, I glance down and accidentally see his hideous weapon. Th