LUXURIA.
I got into my chamber, and my skin flushed with hot desire and need.
The coolness of the room did nothing to soothe the heat simmering beneath my skin. I tried, I really did—sitting in the icy bathtub until my limbs shook and my teeth clattered—but it wasn't enough.
My mind betrayed me. The memory of him in his chamber, the way his gaze had seared through me, how his voice had rumbled low and commanding, left a mark on me that no amount of cold water could wash away.
Just the thought of him sent a pulse of need straight to my core. I hated him. I feared him. And yet... I wanted him. My body ached with a hunger I didn't know how to fight. It was maddening, this war inside me.
I should have known better. I should have fought harder. But I was weak. I was falling, and I hated how much I was giving in.
I shifted on the bed, trying to shake off the thoughts, but it was no use. The pulse between my legs was relentless, the slick heat gathering, making my thighs clench.
My breath came faster, my chest rising and falling as I fought to keep control. But the more I resisted, the stronger the need became, twisting deeper inside me.
There was no one here. No one to see my shame. No one but the Alpha in my thoughts.
My fingers trembled as I slid them down my stomach, my skin burning beneath my own touch.
Gods… I shouldn't be doing this. It was wrong, so very wrong, but I couldn't stop. I was drowning in need, and I didn't know how else to survive.
I parted my legs, my breath hitching as I slipped my fingers lower, finding the wetness waiting there. The sensation made me gasp softly, my eyes fluttering closed as my hips rocked forward, seeking more.
I imagined him—Alpha Parthe—his strong hands on me, his mouth claiming mine, his body pressing against mine in that same dark, consuming way.
My fingers moved faster, slick against my wetness, the pressure building, growing hotter, tighter. I bit my lip to keep from crying out, my legs trembling as I chased the release I needed. "Alpha…" I whispered, my voice barely a breath as I pictured him above me, his name slipping from my lips again and again.
The pleasure swelled, threatening to consume me whole, each pulse bringing me closer to that sweet, torturous release. My body arched, muscles taut, and my breath hitched in my throat. I was there—so close—teetering on the edge, desperate for that final push into oblivion.
But just as I hovered on the brink, lost in the waves of pleasure, the air shifted.
A heavy, sudden sound—a door creaking open—broke through the haze of my lust. My eyes snapped open, heart lurching in my chest, but my mind refused to catch up. I lay there, frozen, unsure if it was real or some twisted figment of my fantasy.
Then, without warning, the door slammed open with a force that rattled the hinges.
Alpha Parthe.
My heart stopped. His presence filled the room, overwhelming, suffocating. His gaze bore into me, dark and cold, and I could feel every inch of his eyes on me—my bare skin, my shameful, exposed body. The pleasure that had moments ago consumed me vanished, replaced by a flood of icy panic.
I couldn't breathe.
Time seemed to slow. He was just there, watching me, his gaze locked onto mine. His expression was unreadable—cold, almost cruel—and my body burned with shame under his scrutiny. My breath caught in my throat, my fingers stilling between my legs, caught in the very act of my sin.
For a heartbeat, neither of us moved. The air was thick with tension, so heavy I could barely breathe. My hand trembled as I yanked it away from my aching center, scrambling to cover myself with the sheet, but it was too late. He had already seen me, already witnessed my shame.
My hand still reached for the sheets but his cold voice made me freeze even more.
"Move another inch and watch me rip your heart out." It wasn't a threat.
He meant every word he just said.
Gods, no… Heat flooded my face, my skin burning with humiliation. How could I face him? How could I explain this? My body still pulsed with the ghost of my desire, but now all I felt was dread, sinking deep into my bones.
I opened my mouth to speak, to beg for his forgiveness, but no words came out. My throat was dry, tight with fear, and all I could do was stare at him.
He stepped further into the room, his movements slow and deliberate. His eyes, dark and intense, never left mine
"Alpha… I—" My voice was barely a whisper, my hands clutching the sheet beside me.
He didn't speak at first. He didn't need to. The way his gaze roved over me—slow, possessive, demanding—told me everything.
His eyes dipped, lingering on the place where my dress bunched around my hips before trailing to my open legs.
Shame scorched through me, searing my skin. A tear slid down my cheek, but he didn't care. He watched, detached, as though my anguish was of no consequence.
I couldn't tell if he was angry, disgusted, or… something else.
"Luxuria," he finally said, his voice deep and quiet, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. His tone wasn't harsh, wasn't cruel, but it wasn't gentle either.
He sat on the stool in front of me as if he had all the time in the world. My breath hitched as he leaned forward slightly, his elbows resting on his knees, the muscles in his arms flexing beneath his robe.
His eyes, darker than I'd ever seen them, held an intensity that terrified me, the raw hunger swirling within them.
When he finally opened his mouth to speak, the words that came out made me wish for death instead.
"Don't let me stop you," he said, his voice low, rough, and thick with desire.
My heart stopped.
ALPHA PARTHE.Fuck.This girl was certainly going to be my undoing.I watched her fragile form freeze under my stare. She was terrified. Just as she should.My gaze was pinned to her trembling form, every inch of her body betraying her fear and shame.My length strained under my briefs. It took all the self-control in me not to pounce on her and fuck her until her tender core blows hot from friction.As I sat on the stool, I saw her fear. I sensed her panic."Don't let me stop you," I said to her, and she seemed to shrink under those words.I saw the tears in her eyes. Her sobs only made my cock throb harder."Alpha... please," she whispered, her voice shaking like a fragile leaf caught in a storm. The sound of her begging was sweet, so fucking sweet it made my blood pound in my ears.She didn't even realize how much her pleas fueled the beast inside me, how they fed the hunger tugging at my restraint.I swallowed hard.I wish she'd stop crying. It only fuels whatever she thinks she's
FLASH FORWARDLUXURIA'S POVThe chill wind whipped through the stone archways of the Ash Mountain pack, filtering into the large chamber where I sat.The chilling wind was nothing compared to the icy dread in my heart.Outside, in the courtyard, the ceremony was prepared. Not a marriage ceremony, as my lineage demanded, but a mating ceremony.I would be the first in my lineage to be mated without a proper marriage ceremony.Tonight, was the night of the full moon.Tonight, I am to be joined, not to a man of my choosing. Not to the man I have always loved. Not even to the man close to my dream man. But to the beast who ruled the neighboring lands with an iron paw. The Alpha Of The North.I clutched the silver locket at my throat. A gift that had been given to me by the man I would do anything to spend the rest of her life with, the Beta of my pack, Beta Kahel. He was my secret lover. But fate was so cruel to have tore us apart.Kahel had vowed to challenge the Alpha of the North, Alpha
LUXURIA'S POV.The smell of dew made my eyes flutter open. I stirred lazily on whatever surface I was lying on.I blinked, disoriented, as my eyes adjusted to the dim light filtering through the misty woods.Then, everything snapped into focus.I bolted upright, my breath catching in my throat as I took in my surroundings.My eyes darted around the misty woods before resting on the figure lying beside me - naked.My heart pounded wildly as fragments of the previous night came crashing back into my mind.Memories of the previous night came flooding my head. I gasped, pressing a trembling hand to my mouth as I realized what had happened. "Oh, Goddess. What did I do?" I whispered, my voice shaking as I stared at him - the monster lay peacefully beside me. The man I had feared, and yet...Is he really a monster?No. He lay there, still as death, but there was nothing monstrous about him now. His features were sharp, chiseled, and devastatingly handsome.His short, black hair fell over his
LUXURIA'S POVIt's been five days now, and I have been living a normal life... Or, so I had forced myself to believe.Although the memories of the monstrous Alpha kept plaguing me. His touch. His scent. His touch, his scent, the overwhelming intensity with which he made love to me—it all made my core quake with a terrifying mixture of dread and desire each time I think about it. Just like now.My center still ached sorely after my encounter with him. He wasn't exactly the kind I'd pick for a girl like me who was still a virgin.I had been using some herbs to help me heal, but I still felt sore. I could hardly walk properly.Even though the whole night was almost a blur, I still remember fragments of it.As I scrubbed the floor of the fortress for the second time today, a task my stepmother seemed to find endlessly amusing to assign me, I bit my bottom lip to stifle the moan that threatened to escape at the mere memory of him.My stepmother had made sure I never had a moment of rest. I
ALPHA PARTHE'S POVI stared at the disturbing sight before me. That dimwit was standing close to my mate. The nerves. But I'd let it slide. I'll count it as ignorance on his part.If he had known whose possession he was in close proximity, he wouldn't have dared to stand even a breath close to her.I never expected to have a mate. I am thirty-one already, without a mate. Not that any sane woman would agree to be mated to me. Who would want to be mated to a death god?The idea of being mated to Luxuria didn't particularly thrill me. I have seen a lot of women. She doesn't come close to what I'd like to have, but that didn't change the fact that whatever is mine is mine. It doesn't matter what I think about it... Her.I had imagined what use she would be in my pack. The Wild Wolf pack wasn't known to have idle members. Even the women who have been gifted me by numerous Alphas who sought favor had their duties aside pleasing me.Luxuria is overly beautiful, and I can't deny that. And she
LUXURIA'S POVThe chill wind whipped through the stone archways of the Ash Mountain pack, filtering into the large chamber where I sat.The chilling wind was nothing compared to the icy dread in my heart.Outside, in the courtyard, the ceremony was prepared. Not a marriage ceremony, as my lineage demanded, but a mating ceremony, as requested by Alpha Parthe.I would be the first in my lineage to be mated without a proper marriage ceremony. That is how ashamed my people were of me.Tonight, I am to be joined, not to a man of my choosing. Not to the man I have always loved. Not even to the man close to my dream man. But to the beast who ruled the neighboring lands with an iron paw.The Alpha Of The North.Tonight was the night of the full moon. The day Alpha Parthe had picked.Didn't they say the full moon was when his demons were unleashed? What is his plan?Although the full moon isn't until a few more hours, I hope, above everything earthly, that the ceremony will be concluded before
ALPHA PARTHE'S POVMy gaze remained fixed on the entrance to the large hall where a few people gathered. I'm not offended. I am not one who appreciates crowds.The Ash Mountain pack isn't particularly excited about sending their daughter off with me. I understand that perfectly, also.I didn't care about all that. One can call me selfish.The hall was quiet. Everyone eating and drinking as quietly as possible. Who cares? I'm a sadist, after all.I was losing my patience. What's taking so long? It was almost time for the full moon. I had only come with my Beta, Tarven, and three trained warriors.I didn't need a crowd to escort my new mate to our territory.I had come out with just a few people who could handle whatever came up if the full moon arose before we reached the Wild Wolf pack.To the best of her ability, Shita made sure we had partial control of the situation. I did not like straining my powers for such trivial matters. I reserved them for more pressing issues. So, I let her
LUXURIA'S POV.I never imagined a mating ceremony could be over in the blink of an eye. It ended so fast that I barely had time to catch my breath, let alone my thoughts.We were already halfway across the Ash Mountain borders. Realization slowly crept in. I was leaving everything behind. Including Kahel.A tear trickled down my cheek, but I wiped it off.The ride was quiet. I straddled a beautiful white horse. As if that was meant to make me feel any special.It was so close to the full moon already. Why weren't they in a hurry? Why didn't they straddle faster? Was I the only one worried about it? Or, were the rumors about the Wild Wolf pack lies? Or does his AshBlood powers help keep him in check?This fact is something I also dread. Not only is this man cursed. He is one of the most deadly kinds of dark witch ever to live.What did I ever do to the goddess to deserve such cruelty?Alpha Parthe remained silent, not a word spared for his men, and I knew better than to speak first. Hi