The weight of the moment hung heavily in the air, as I was surprised to see him already standing before me when I turned around around.
“I want an answer, Elisse. You can’t leave this room without agreeing with me.” Dominic replied.
I tried to back away from him but he quickly curled his arms around my waist and blocking my attempt to keep some distance between us.
“Why are you doing this? Huh? Why are you hitting on me, Dominic?” I pushed him away, feeling a mix of anger and confusion. “You know I’m Harold’s mate. Your alpha! What kind of loyalty is that?” I had to lie despite the fact that Harold had already rejected me.
His lips twisted into a smirk, and I could see a challenge flicker in his eyes. “Loyalty? Is that what you call it? You think he deserves you?”
I folded my arms, frustrated. “Harold has his flaws, but he’s still my mate.” I lied again.
“Flaws? The Alpha’s a complete idiot to make you feel like you’re not wanted and compelled you to do such things,” Dominic shot back, taking a step closer. “Do you even know how many men would give anything to have a woman like you? You’re beautiful, Elisse.”
I huffed, my cheeks flushing with both confusion and irritation. “Beautiful? Is that how you truly see me? How should I even believe that when my very own mate humiliated me by saying I could not even satisfy him in bed. That no man would ever be satisfied with my body. You can’t honestly think otherwise.”
Dominic’s expression hardened, and he stepped in closer, the space between us crackling with energy. “You’re wrong about that, Elisse. You’re absolutely wrong. Just your photos alone makes me hard. Imagine what it would be like if I could have a taste of you too?”
The heat of his words washed over me, and I felt a thrill run down my spine despite my protest, my thigh moistened. “What do you mean by ‘taste’?” I shot back, trying to regain some control over the situation.
He closed the distance between us, and before I could fully comprehend what he was up to, Dominic grabbed my hand and pressed it against his groin.
“This is what you do to me,” he said, his voice low and husky as he referred to his hard cock hidden beyond his ragged pants. “Just your image is more than enough to give me a boner, to make my damn cock hard. You have no idea how fucking beautiful you are that I want to slide my cock inside your sexy mouth.”
I blinked at him, a mixture of shock and confusion flooding my mind. “You’re being ridiculous! Delusional, even, for thinking that way!”
Dominic chuckled softly, shaking his head. “No, Elisse. I’m not and I meant every single word I said. I can see that you’re frustrated. You’re trapped in a cage, and I want to help you break free.”
“Help me? By flirting with me? By thinging about all the nasty things that you’d do with me and my body?” I countered, feeling both flattered and offended. “You don’t even know what I want.”
“Do I?” he leaned in closer, brushing his fingers across my lips. “Show me your naughty list.”
“What?” My voice faltered, my heart racing.
“You said, you made a naughty list, show it to me, Elisse.”
And as I was still afraid that if I refused he might just threatened me again, I was compelled to eventually showed him the image from the notebook about the naughty list.
“Damn, you really went all out,” he said, scanning the list. “What the fuck? Visit a strip club? Hook up with a random guy? Have an orgy sex? You deserve more than doing any of these damn list, Elisse. You’re not just a pretty face to be tossed around like some whore toy for other men.”
“Are you saying I should take it off the list?” I asked, incredulous.
“Exactly. You shouldn’t strip for just anyone. You’re worth more than that,” he replied, looking deep into my eyes. “Especially not for some dumbass man.”
“And who deserves it then? You?” I shot back, crossing my arms defiantly.
“That’s a perfect suggestion,” he said, that infuriating smirk returning. “In fact, I think I’m the only one who deserves to see what’s beneath those clothes, to witness those sexy poses first hand and see up close those pink nipples and nice juicy clit you have on your photos and to show you how it should be taken care of.”
“Who says you get to make that decision?” I challenged, feeling my heart race.
Dominic stepped closer, the tension between us thickening like fog. “I’m not just talking about your body, Elisse. I’m talking about how I could satisfy you like no other man can—not even you dumbass Alpha mate.”
Before I could respond, he reached down, scooping me up effortlessly and placing me on the table. The cool glass surface pressed against my thighs, and I gasped in surprise. “What are you doing?” I exclaimed, my breath hitching as he leaned in.
“I’m showing you what it could be like being with mated with someone like me,” he whispered, brushing his lips against my neck, sending shivers coursing through me. “Let me make you feel alive again. Let me show you how a real man satisfies his woman.”
“Dominic, this is wrong!” I protested, but the heat pooling in my belly made it hard to resist.
“Making me stop would be impossible, Elisse. You can try but I doubt you would really want to,” he murmured, capturing my lips in a kiss that took my breath away. My body betrayed me as I melted against him, the taste of him igniting a forbidden fire within me that I thought I had extinguished when Harold had rejected me.
He pulled away, his eyes searching mine, filled with a mixture of desire and determination. “Become my mate, let me imprint on you, Elisse, and I will grant you the desire to make your husband regret setting someone like you aside.”
“Be your mate? I am mated with Harold, are you idiot?” I echoed, my mind racing. This was insane. I was still married to Harold, still tied to the pack, and yet here I was, on a table with the Beta, caught in a whirlwind of passion and temptation.
“His mark has faded, you can’t fool me. He has rejected you, I know. So just think about it,” he urged, brushing my hair back and tilting my chin up. “You deserve more than what Harold has given you. I can show you pleasure like you’ve never known. I’ll fuck you more than the nastiest fantasy you have on your list.”
I felt my heart pounding, the thrill of danger and rebellion coursing through my veins. “You make it sound so easy,” I replied, my voice trembling.
“It can be,” he said, his gaze unwavering. “But it’s your choice. You don’t have to stay in that cage. I’ll help you break free, Elisse.”
The conflict within me raged on, but as I stared into Dominic’s silver eyes, I couldn’t ignore the longing deep inside me. Maybe he was right. Maybe I didn’t have to settle for a life where I felt unloved and unwanted.
Dominic then slowly lured his face to kiss me again, but just before he could, we suddenly heard the front door creak open, and panic surged through me. “Someone’s coming!” I whispered, fear flooding my voice.
Dominic quickly pulled me off the table, and we shared a knowing look, both of us aware of the lines we were crossing. But even as the footsteps drew closer, the undeniable chemistry between us lingered, filling the room with unfinished desire.
“We’ll finish this later,” Dominic whispered against my left ear as he stood behind me, his voice low, before slipping out of the room through a hidden door behind his table. With a final, heated glance he went out with a devious grin.
As I stood there, both my heart and mind swirling with confusion, I knew this was all wrong but why the fuck was I felt so damped between my legs as though I had just felt aroused from what that fucking beta did to me?
DOMINIC’S POVOne day ago…The night wrapped around me like a comforting shroud as I retired to my room. The dim glow of the full moon spilled through the window, casting soft shadows across my bed. I sank into the cool sheets, ready to let the day’s exhaustion take over, damn that Alpha Harold had me taken care of meeting up with the elders again when it was supposed to be his business. And just as I was about to close my eyes, my phone buzzed incessantly on the bedside table.“What the hell could he want again?” I murmured, reaching for the device thinking it was Harold once more.The screen lit up, and my breath caught in my throat as I saw the flood of notifications. Suddenly, curiosity washed over me as most of the messages were from a person I least expect to message me—Luna Elisse.To my confusion, all of it were image attachment.And with a flick of my thumb, I opened the images. I was immediately met with a series of nude photos—of Elisse’s, my alpha’s mate, in nothing but s
The air between us felt thick with intensity as Dominic’s lips traced a line down my neck, igniting a rush of shivers that I couldn’t control. I wanted to protest, to push him away. Yet the warmth of his touch, the way his eyes captured mine with a fierce possession, scattered my thoughts, leaving only the thrill of his presence.His hand moved from my shoulder to cup my chin, lifting it until I had no choice but to meet his gaze. His eyes were a shade darker, feral but calculating, assessing. “You put yourself in danger back there, Elisse.” His voice was low, almost a growl. “Do you even realize what could have happened if I hadn’t arrived?”I fought for my voice, though I could still feel the weight of his touch, holding me captive. “I didn’t… think things would get out of hand,” I stammered, more to myself than to him. The truth was, it had started as an attempt to reclaim some sense of control, to rebel against the quiet neglect Harold left behind. But now, under Dominic’s gaze, I
The night was quiet as we drove farther away from the city, a stretch of road surrounded by thick trees and darkened hills. With every mile, we were sinking deeper into a place far from any familiar territory. The tension in the car felt tangible, and Dominic’s silence only heightened the unease curling in my chest. When he finally spoke, it was in a low, steady voice, almost as if he’d sensed the questions twisting inside me.“Do you regret this, Elisse?” he asked, his gaze fixed on the road. “Coming with me?”I hesitated, my eyes drawn to his profile as he drove. “Regret… isn’t the right word,” I murmured, unsure myself of what I meant. The emotions I felt were too complicated to untangle, a mess of desire, guilt, and a longing I didn’t want to admit to. “I don’t know what I feel.”Dominic’s jaw tightened, a muscle working as he absorbed my words. “I know what I feel,” he said, voice laced with quiet intensity. “I want you safe. Away from him. And I want you to feel what it’s like t
The days passed, but the mark Dominic had left on my neck refused to fade. I had taken to wearing high collars and scarves, but Dominic’s mark stayed, as if unwilling to let go of its claim on me. Life with my husband, Harold had continued as well, though it had become even more strained. There was an unspoken tension between us, an almost mocking civility, as if he was daring me to say something, to admit I knew the truth of his neglect and his contempt.Then, one morning, a summons arrived. Harold wanted to see me in his study. I knew what awaited me—after everything that had happened, after years of silence and resentment, there could only be one reason he’d called me there. For the Divorce.The thought of it should have brought relief, maybe even a sense of freedom. But as I walked down the long hallway toward his study, I could feel something else stirring inside me, a nervous anticipation that I hadn’t felt in a long time.I opened the door to Harold’s study, expecting to see
A few days passed after the confrontation with Harold in his study, and I found myself constantly on edge. Every time I passed a mirror, I could see the faint but undeniable mark on my neck—the mark that Dominic had left.It was a reminder of our forbidden connection and a danger I couldn’t afford, not with Harold so close to uncovering the truth. I tried everything to conceal it, even resorting to layers of makeup, scarves, and high collars, but I knew the day was coming when it would be impossible to hide.One morning, while I was applying concealer in front of my vanity, there was a sudden knock on my door. Panic flared as I dabbed the makeup sponge over my neck, the door swinging open before I had a chance to answer.“Elisse.” Harold’s voice was cold, and I froze, feeling the hairs on the back of my neck rise. He was already halfway into my room, his gaze narrowing as he caught sight of me. His eyes drifted to the makeup sponge in my hand and then to the side of my neck, where I h
“Happy Birthday, my dearest Harold,” I whispered to myself, practicing the line I would say as I clutched the gift tighter. A luxury watch, engraved with my hubby’s name. Today was the birthday of my husband, Harold Gutcheri, the alpha of the Clawstone pack, a famous pack here in Nebraska. I remembered the time when I was told by my beta father that I would become the next Luna of the pack once Harold ascends the position of the Alpha.It was a quick wedding that took off between our families, and even our mating ceremony happened not before long. It was just that, every single time we make love, nothing passionate ever comes out of it. Harold always ends up reaching his climax quickly before I could even cum. There are moments when I question myself if I was even good enough for my husband, which was why right now, I want to try and persuade him to make love with me again after I give him his birthday gift.Elation came within me as I returned to our house with the small box in my
A day after I walked out of that house, leaving Harold and his bitch mistress in their elicit affair. The sting of Harold’s rejection still lingered within me, but the weight that had lifted from my chest was undeniable. I realized that I was finally free despite how the pain from his rejection still simmered just below the surface. And it was that kind of hurt that led me straight to my bestfriend’s place, Wella, with a bottle of vodka in my hand and I was all ready to drown my sorrows with the only person in the world who would certainly understand what I was going through.“He did fucking what?” Wella practically screeched as her eyes grew exaggeratingly wide. I could see the disbelief in her expression as I told her all about what I saw earlier. “I can’t believe that motherfucker was using you this whole time for his own gain?”I quickly nodded while I felt the burn of embarrassment crept up my cheek. "Yep, I was too naive to realize that earlier, Harold had just used me like a
As Wella went to take a morning shower, I was left at the living area having some headache on what I should do. My phone rested in my trembling hand, its screen black, as I paced the room while my heart kept pounding in my chest. The weight of Dominic’s last message hung over me like a dark cloud. ‘The lingerie looks good. Even more good if I show it to Alpha Harold.’My breath hitched at the memory of the message. I just made a terrible and most dumbest mistake—a drunken, foolish mistake to be exact—and now I was at the mercy of a beta who clearly knew how to exploit my fear with just one respond. Panic quickly clawed my throat, and the gnawing dread that my husband learn of what I did, of how I sent those pictures to Dominic by mistake made me scared to the bones. My thoughts raced, scrambling for a way out, but every option seemed to collapse under the weight of Dominic’s simple but dreadful threat.While I was deep in my thought, my phone suddenly rang, snapping me back to the r