CHAPTER 5

DOMINIC’S POV

One 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 seductive lingerie. Each of her photo was a tantalizing display of her body, posed in ways that made my blood boil and my dick hardened instinctively. 

“Sweet fucking Luna,” I breathed, feeling my pulse quicken. 

There she was, her delicate slender body wearing lace and silk, every curve screams of perfect wild invitation. The first image showed her leaning against a wall, her back arched, the fabric barely concealing her breast and only revealing her sweet pink erected nipples. I couldn’t tear my gaze away. 

“Damn I want to bite them hard,” I murmured, my fingers trailing down my to stroke my dick in a reflexive motion as I became harder at the sight of Elisse’s nude photos. It was intoxicating, exhilarating, and entirely wrong. But the thrill of danger only added to the allure.

I scanned through the next photos, each one more enticing than the last. There was one of her lying on a bed, legs spread wide as she showed her wet pussy, her sultry gaze directed right at the camera as if she were inviting me into fuck her delicious wet hole. “This is what you want, isn’t it?” I taunted softly, as if she could hear me. “To be screwed so badly. To know what it feels like to be truly satisfied.”

As I lost myself in the images, I could feel my resolve slipping. I stroked myself slowly to fast, in rhythm with the pulsating heat building inside me. Each stroke of my hand mirrored my wicked fantasies on how I want to fuck Elisse so bad and destroy her cunt. 

I imagined what it would be like to have her beneath me, to take her apart piece by piece until she was left gasping for more and craving for my dick to destroy her ass and pussy all night.

“Looks like everything’s going rough on your end, my sweet Luna,” I chuckled darkly. “Has the alpha failed to make you satisfied?” 

I let out a low, wicked laugh, the sound echoing off the walls of my room, a mix of triumph and desire coursing through me. The way her body arched, the way her lips parted in those photos—she looked desperate for something more than what Harold could give her. “You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into, Elisse,” I whispered, my voice dripping with lust.

I continued to stroke my hardened member, my eyes glued to the screen, imagining her beneath me, begging for me to fuck her harder and faster. “I can give you everything he can’t,” I taunted, lost in the intoxicating haze of pleasure and desire. “I could show you a more pleasures beyond those pathetic little poses.”

As I was about to cum, I let out a groan, feeling the pressure build until it became too much to contain. I closed my eyes as I came in my hands, my cumshot exploding in the air and spraying against the image of Elisse with her pussy spread wide for me to enjoy. 

Losing myself in the moment, the images of Elisse consumed me completely. My breath quickened as I let go, a shuddering release that made me feel both exhilarated and utterly wicked. 

I lay there afterward, panting, the aftershocks of pleasure coursing through me as I stared at her photos. The room was filled with a heavy silence, and the reality of what I had done settled in. But I couldn’t bring myself to feel guilty. No, I felt even more hungrier to be honest and I know exactly what meal would satisfy me next and that was to have Elisse. 

“That’s right,” I said to myself, a sly grin creeping across my face. “I have you, Elisse. One way or another, you’re going to feel what it’s like to be truly desired.”

I chuckled again, running a finger over the screen, tracing her image as if it were a treasure before I licked the image of her wet pussy. This wasn’t over. Not by a long shot. I wouldn’t stop until she was mine to fuck.

“Tomorrow, my sweet Luna. Tomorrow, I’ll make you understand just how satisfying it can become mine.”

ELISSE’S POV

Moments after Dominic left me at inside his study…

Everything around me felt like it was thick with unspoken words, the aftermath of our heated and forbidden kiss still linerd on my lips. Caught up in guilt and excitement, I could feel an odd pull towards him, like a magnetic force that sent warmth pooling low in my stomach. 

My legs wobbled slightly, damped and sweaty, like an evidence to the storm of emotions raging inside me right now that I couldn’t seem to explain.

I glanced at the direction from where he life and rememered silver eyes that was filled with a mix of mischief and desire.  It was like I was imagining him standing before me, whispering me with words that was too damn wrong.

“You know,” he said, stepping closer in my imagination, his deep voice a low murmur, “I know you want me to continue, Elisse. You don’t have to lie and be a good damn girl. Just follow what you truly want.”

His words wrapped around me like a warm blanket, tempting and dangerous. But deep down, I was horrified. I had never imagined that a momentary accident—those compromising pictures I had taken—would lead to this, to me cheating with my husband’s own beta. The thought twisted in my gut, but as Dominic’s fingers brushed my lips with his thumb and made me swallow it, that thought melted away under the heat of his touch.

Just as I was about to open my mouth to respond, there was a loud bang on the door that quickly disrupt me from my imagination. “Elisse! Open this door!” Wella’s voice pierced through the tension like a knife.

“Shit,” I muttered, stepping back as if the distance would shield me from the reality of what was happening.

Wella’s voice grew more insistent. “Elisse! I swear, if you don’t open this door right now—”

“Fine! I’m coming!” I called, rushing to the door. As I opened it, Wella barged in, her eyes wide with concern. She took in the scene—me looking flustered and Dominic looking too damn comfortable.

“What is going on here?” she demanded, her eyes narrowing at me.

“I was just having a discussion with Beta Dominic,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady.

“A discussion? Where is he?” Wella raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms. 

“He already left a moment ago.” I replied.

Wella glared at me, but I could see the tension in her shoulders relax slightly. “You can’t be serious, Elisse. You’re in here alone with him? What were you thinking?”

“I wasn’t—” I started, but the words tumbled out awkwardly. “I mean, we were just talking about pack matters.”

She heaved, “Alright, did he deleted the photos?” Wella’s tone was skeptical, but she turned to me, her expression softening. “If your husband finds out…”

“He already did” I lied, and I don’t fucking know why I did. Why am I even covering him up when he was clearing using it to blackmail me.

Wella sighed, her eyes darting between me and Dominic. “Look, Elisse, I just don’t want you to get hurt. Dominic might be charming, but you know he has a reputation. So be careful around him, make sure he really deleted those photos.”

“Yeah…”

“He’s still your husband’s beta,” Wella interrupted. “That makes this whole thing a million times more complicated.”

“Yeah, I know. Well, complicated seems to be my specialty these days,” I muttered, crossing my arms. “But he has already shown me that he deleted it after I explained that it was meant for Harold.” my lies continued and I felt bad I had to lie to my bestfriend.

Wella softened again, placing a comforting hand on my shoulder. “I just want you to be safe, Elisse. You deserve it, especially after how Harold had completely thrown you out. If something happens to you I know he would be the very least person you can count on.”

“I agree,” I agreed quietly.

Wella's eyes lit up with mischief. “Now we can head back do the rest of the list. Let’s find a way to make Harold regret not appreciating you. How about we hit a strip club tonight? Show him what he’s missing?”

I blinked, taken aback by her suggestion. “A strip club? Seriously?”

“Why not? Isn’t that part of your list?” Wella insisted, a grin spreading across her face. “You can have a little adventure, and Harold will see you in a whole new light.”

Wella chuckled, clearly entertained by the idea. “What do you think, Elisse? Ready to embrace your wild side?”

I glanced at her, feeling a rush of uncertainty mixed with excitement. “Of course.” I replied

But even as I prepared for our escapade, I couldn’t shake the memory of Dominic’s words. “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.” While my body recalled the intoxicating thrill of his touch. 

And it made me thought, why was I even curious about what would have happened between us should Wella had not interrupted?

LATER THAT EVENING…

The neon lights of the strip club flickered outside as Wella and I approached the entrance. My heart raced in a mix of excitement and trepidation. The air was filled with laughter and the pulsing beat of music, creating a sense of exhilaration that made me feel alive. 

Wella turned to me, her eyes sparkling. “Ready for a night of freedom?”

I took a deep breath, my apprehension bubbling beneath the surface. “As ready as I’ll ever be.”

Inside, the atmosphere was electric. The sound of laughter mixed with sultry music, and the scent of perfume hung heavily in the air. Dancers moved with confidence, their bodies glistening under the lights. I felt a thrill run through me—a rush of adrenaline and something else I couldn't quite place.

“Look at that one!” Wella exclaimed, pointing toward a dancer who moved gracefully across the stage. “She’s incredible!”

“Yeah, she is,” I replied, my voice slightly breathless. 

As we found a table, a server approached us. “What can I get you ladies?” she asked, her smile bright and welcoming.

“Two shots of tequila,” Wella ordered, glancing at me with a mischievous grin. “We need to loosen up!”

“Absolutely,” I agreed, feeling the anticipation building.

When the shots arrived, we raised our glasses and clinked together. I could feel the tense in me earlier was beginning to dissolve. “To Elisse’ getting a successful hook up tonight,” Wella said, her voice gleeful.

“Fucking cheers to that!” I echoed, downing the shot in one go. The burn was sharp but exhilarating, igniting a sense of freedom I hadn’t felt in a long time.

As the night wore on, we watched the performances, laughter spilling from our lips. I began to feel a sense of liberation that I hadn’t anticipated. Each dancer was a story, a moment of bravery, and I admired their confidence.

“See? This isn’t so bad!” Wella said, nudging me playfully. “You’re having fun!”

“I am,” I admitted, a smile creeping onto my face. But even amidst the excitement, thoughts of Dominic lingered. I could still feel his touch, the way his fingers had lingered on my skin. It was intoxicating and maddening.

Just then, Wella leaned in closer, “I’ll just head to the comfort room for a while.” as she left me behind.

It wasn’t even long when Wella left that a group of three men uninvitedly seated on the same cubicle as I am. It made me feel nervous but thinking perhaps it wouldn’t even be so bad knowing I would eventually be able to fulfill another to do from my naughty list. 

However, for some reason, my inner wolf was feeling unsettled. This was the first time that it contradicted me against my plans. It was like she was giving me a warning as she continued to growl within me.

I tried to ignore her and followed what I think I should do around these three men. Not before long when I suddenly noticed that most of them were not only enjoying to drink and eat the food we have on the table but also, their hands were randomly touching me everywhere that was beginning to make me feel uncomfortable.

“Come on miss, we know you want to get nailed. So let us all have some fun.” said one with a long beard. 

“You’d enjoy our company.” chimed by the bald one sitting on my left as she was forcing me to allow him squeezed my breast. He was able to do it while forcing his mouth against my neck. 

Their touch wasn’t as passionate as how Dominic did me earlier. I couldn’t even believe why it was him that I remembered during this moment but it was like my inner wolf was making it happen.

After a while, I was finally convinced that I don’t want to have anything to do with these pervert men. I don’t want to be banged by either of them three that I soon began to struggle and escape.

However, before I could even manage to do so, the bald guy quickly gripped my two hands and pressed me against the chair. I wanted to scream for help but aside from the fact that the cubicle were at was secluded at the farthest corner from the bar counter, one of the three men held my mouth preventing me to scream.

My moans were too low against the bombarding music of the club that all that was left for me to do was cry and continuously struggle, the other guy with long hair laughed as he ripped my panties off and sniffed it with satisfaction.

“You smelled so fucking good.” he commented as he stroked his boner.

The other guy with exaggerated beard went on to unbuttoned my upper dress, revealed my breast. He lifted my bra down exposing my nipples and he began to play with them.

“We will surely enjoy tonight, we promise you won’t be able to walk for days after this.” he threaten to tell me and it made my eyes grew wide when the bald guy began to unzip his pants and exposed his erected dick before my face.

I didn’t want it. 

But no matter how I tried to struggle, I just couldn’t break free and escape. I had been hoping for Wella to return and save me but I wonder what was taking her so long to come back.

And for some unknown miracle that might have heard my prayers, all of us were shock when all of a sudden the bar’s music stopped as the nearest glass window next to our cubicle was shattered by a large dark brown werewolf that entered the bar. 

It growled furiously as it glared at the three men who were about to molest me. It wasn’t even before long when the three men began leave me to make a beeline for escape. However, the wolf didn’t even bother to let any of them escape. 

I was witness how the wolf ripped them piece by piece making the rest of the people at the bar escape from fear. Before I knew it, the wolf was done with them and not it would certainly come for me next.

But as the rays of the moon light shine towards the wolf, it quickly shifted back to a human—a naked man and it was Dominic.

“You’re a very naughty girl. Didn’t I told you not to do any of your list anymore?” he quickly said as he approached me and grabbed for my hand as he drag me somewhere.

Still shocked that I was really seeing Dominic’s massive thick erection, Dominic lured me back to my senses when I realize he was pulling me outside the bar and towards his car that was parked outside. 

“Where are you taking me?” I asked, trying to pull my hands off his grip. But since his grip on me was too tight, it became much of a struggle.

Before I could even attempt to make another chance for escape, Dominic yanked me towards him and I felt his dick brushing at the cheek of my pussy hidden beyond the thin hem of my dress. I remembered I no longer have my panties which makes this situation a lot more dangerous.

“What do you think you’re doing, Dominic!” I screamed at him. Everything escalated far beyond what I had anticipated when Dominic refused to answered right away as he shoved me inside his car. 

His presence was so domineering as he crawled on top of me. Dominic’s silver eyes sparked and burned as he eventually growled, “I’m going to fix how those filthy bastards almost spoiled what should have been mine to claim.” His voice was deep and dripping with intense possessiveness.

I was completely caught off guard and before I could even think to protest, Dominic’s lips rushed to press against mine and down my neck as he resolve it by leaving a soft bite, his mark, claiming me in a way that felt inevitable, as if resisting him was no longer an option.