Chapter 4

Adiens P.O.V.

"Undress,” I ordered Nikita as soon as I opened the door to her bedchamber.

I needed relief, and this bitch is always in heat for me.

“Alpha, I missed you this week. You haven't come to see me,” she purrs, climbs towards the edge of the bed before dragging her nightgown over her head, revealing her perky full tits.

I don't want to talk. She knows this. I don't show up here to talk. I come to fuck. I turn here because she is the only female in my harem that can handle my darkness.

“On your knees,” I snarled, walked towards her bed, unzipped my pants and shoved them down my legs, letting it rest around my feet.

I only have sex in doggy style, and she knows it. I don't care to look in the she wolves' faces when I fuck, and I never kiss them. All I care about is how tight their hole can wrap around my shaft.

“On your knees,” I repeated, my wolf getting annoyed when Nikita didn't immediately do as he demanded.

“I'm always here when you need me, Alpha,” she whispered, turned around and stuck that luscious ass into the air.

Good girl.

Reaching down, I grabbed her nightgown and tied it around her wrists on top of her back.

She constantly tries to touch me, and I can't stand the feeling of her hands on my body. It pissed my wolf off, and it's better for everyone in my pack to keep him in control.

“Oh kinky this morning aren't we?” Nikita giggled, turned around, aimed her lust - filled eyes at my shaft.

She, like all unmated she-wolf's in my harem, were addicted to it. They were greedy for it, and it was annoying because I only fuck them for my pleasure. I don't care about them. Hell, I can barely tolerate most of them, but they get the job done and keep my wolf calm when I feel my control over him slipping.

“Shut up,” I hissed, grabbed her hips and jerked her body closer to the edge of the bed.

I positioned my shaft's tip against her already wet little hole and slammed hard inside her with one thrust. Her warm cunt pulled me in deep, her wetness sliding over my shaft, and her pussy clenched tight.

Greedy little bitch.

“Oh, Adien,” she cried, grabbed onto the bedsheets and pushed her ass higher in the air.

“What the fuck did you call me?” I demanded, my nails growing out of my fingertips as my wolf demanded to be let out, not liking that the wolf beneath me disrespected him.

“I'm sorry Alpha,” she whimpered when she felt my claws digging into her skin, and my wolf's powers filling up the room while he growled inside my head.

I said nothing. I pulled my shaft out of her body and slammed back in hard. The feeling of her tight hole forcing all the darkness to be put out like water on a fire.

I closed my eyes and pounded my shaft deep inside her over and over, feeling desire pouring into my body.

Reaching down, I grabbed a fist full of her hair and pushed it into the bedsheets, she twisted her body and grinded back against me.

The new position hits the perfect spot. Fire flows through my blood.

Holy fuck.

I bring my right hand around her torso, twist her nipple, and slide my other palm between her legs, pressing my fingers against her swollen, needy clit.

“Yes, oh my god right there,” she moaned, riding my dick.

“Fuck, I'm going to come,” I growled into her ear and shoved myself in and out of her harder.

The sight of her gorgeous naked body, the feel of her tight warm pussy pushing me over the edge as I fight for control over myself and my wolf.

With one hand wrapped around her neck, the other guiding her hips, I came. I thrust my shaft as deep inside her as I could.

“You know nobody can please you like I do,” she moaned, my blood racing through my veins, and my body blazing with fire.

Nikita has always wanted to be my mate and my pack's Luna since she turned of age. She has yet to find hers, and sometimes I wish she would, only to stop the useless and senseless flirting.

I'm not looking for another mate. It feels good knowing that I don't have to worry over losing another one. I lost my mate a few years ago. We were dealing with rebellion from a few wolf packs, and she was taken. I searched for two years, needing her back. My wolf was broken without her, full of rage, and slipping close to giving up his sanity. I reached my breaking point one year ago and came to realize that she was probably dead.

Those wolves who were fighting against us came here to the mountains and attacked my pack when I was vulnerable, hurting from the loss of my mate. It was by the moon's goddesses' graces that I somehow powered through the emotions that night, but it left me physically and mentally scared. I lost many pack members that night. Kids, mothers, fathers, grandparents, all were killed in the attack, and it left my back mourning for their loved ones.

That's why I am now who I am.

My wolf doesn't tolerate disobedience, nor does he allow disrespect. He and I want every lycan and wolf pack to fear us. I will never allow what happened to happen again, I will kill any wolf and lycan that I need to in order to keep the peace for the members of my pack.

My wolf wouldn't be able to handle finding and then losing his second chance, mate. I will shift into my lycan form and develop into a mindless animal. I loved my first mate. She meant everything to me, even more than I loved myself, and not feeling her next to me in bed broke me every night.

I'm not even sure that my wolf is fully recovered, and I know if I allow myself to be mated again, and I lose her as well, I'll become lost in more ways than one.

Mine, body, and soul, I will be lost.

The she wolves I have in my harem serve me when I need a female to please me. They help me keep my wolf sane, and that's just how I like it now.

The elders in my pack are forcing me to do the selection again. It's to find females for the packs' harem, but it's as well for me to pick one to become my Luna. They have given me five years to mate again, but now that they see I don't have any interest in mating once more, they are demanding I give the pack a Luna.

My cell phone rang inside my pants pocket. I bent down, jerked my pants back up my legs, and pulled out my cell phone, seeing my beta calling.

“Yeah?” I answered and zipped up my pants.

“We will be heading back home. You can start preparing the welcoming ceremony for the new girls,” he replied, sounding exhausted.

He has been away from home for weeks, traveling around the country, collecting the best women from the most respected wolf packs.

Not having anything to say back, I hang up the phone and head towards the door.

"Alpha, I thought we could talk for a bit -” Nikita started to whine, but I was already out the door. I slammed it shut, cutting off her pathetic whines.

It's just sex. She should know that by now.

Willows P.O.V.

I'm in my room sitting on my bed as my pulse rate picks up as I scanned my eyes over my bedroom and holding a picture of my hands down on my lap.

I'm scared to leave. This is the only home I know, and now I'm being forced to leave it behind. I grew up here, took my first steps in this house, said my first word, and have now had my first heartbreak.

Memories flowed through me as I recall what my life used to be before my evil stepmother and wicked step-sister came into our lives. My mom was the kindest woman I have ever met. Even the pack members here will agree to that. She never had a mean word to say about anybody, always ready to help those in need, and opened her ears to anyone that needed to talk to their Luna.

We were the perfect family to everyone here in the Silvermoon pack.

Maybe it's because I reminded my dad so much of my mother, but something changed inside him when Brita and Dakota showed up. He is much colder towards me, doesn't ask me how I am, and doesn't even offer words of encouragement when I needed them the most.

I don't know if it's because I look like my mom and I remind him of what he did to our once happy family or if it's because he loves my sister more.

I miss my mom and now I don't know if I will be able to find her.

I'm now standing outside, resisting the need to roll my eyes as both my dad and my stepmother struggle to soothe a weeping, ugly crying Dakota.

“Please, I don't wish to leave, Daddy. Do something,” she wailed into his arms.

“I can't do anything, baby. It's our law,” he exhaled.

My stepmother didn't hug me. Instead, she walked in front of me and spat. “Take care of my daughter.”

Dakota separated herself from my dad's arm and rushed into her mother's. “Oh, momma, I'm going to miss you so much,” she murmured.

Rolling my eyes, I watched as Dakota stepped out of her mother's arms, and I almost tumbled back when she slammed her shoulder against mine on the way towards the limousine, that was waiting to take us to our new home.

“Willow, take care of yourself,” my dad replied, pulled me into his arms, kissed the top of my head, and looked like he had aged years in just two days.

I stood in his arms for a few moments, trying not to let my emotions have the better of me. He hasn't shown me affection like this in a long time. I feel like a little girl again, cared for, and cherished in her father's arms. I missed my dad, the one who used to always make sure I knew how much he loved me.

“Thanks,” I muttered, pulling myself out of his arms, and followed Dakota towards the limousine.

As I find a spot against the window, I take one last glance towards my dad and our home. My eyes became glossy as tears swelled them before dropping down my face. I immediately raised my hand to rub them away.

I'm truly on my own now.