Alora’s POVRune's eyes never leave mine as he gives his cock a slow, deliberate stroke, the slick glide of his hand making my breath hitch. I watch, mesmerized, as a bead of precum gathers at the tip, sliding down his length in a way that makes my mouth water. The sheer confidence, the unapologetic masculinity of his movements, has my pulse racing. I want to taste him, to feel that raw power on my tongue.Still gripping his cock, Rune reaches out and cups my jaw, his thumb brushing over the tears still wet on my cheeks. “I love it when you cry because your tiny body can’t handle the pleasure I give you,” he murmurs, voice thick with possession. “It makes me rock fucking hard to see those tears of yours. Tell me, did you cry during sex for other bastards?”I swallow, my throat dry as I manage to whisper, “No.” Somehow, the darkness of his words only heightens my arousal. I shouldn’t be turned on by this, but I am, so much it scares me.His gaze darkens, filled with a possessive hung
Rune’s POV I stare at her, utterly spent and beautiful in her vulnerability, her body still trembling in the aftermath of the intense pleasure I’d pulled from her. Alora lies there, chest heaving, her soft lips parted, and her lashes fluttering as if she’s caught in some half-dream state, still feeling echoes of her orgasm. I can’t help but be mesmerized by her. Her skin glistens with a sheen of sweat. I can’t leave her like this –messy, exposed, and marked by our sins. Carefully, I grab a wet cloth from the nightstand, the cool water soaking through the fabric, and kneel beside her. With a gentle touch, I press the cloth against her inner thighs, wiping away the remnants of our encounter. She stirs, a soft moan escaping her lips, her body instinctively arching as the cold cloth brushes against her still-sensitive flesh. I watch, captivated, as her back arches ever so slightly, the soft curve of her spine catching the dim light of the room. She looks ethereal, an untouchable go
Alora’s POV The morning light spills through the curtains.My body feels heavy, languid, and sated, like every muscle and nerve has been thoroughly unwound. I stretch, savoring the sensation of the sheets against my skin, and I can’t help but replay the events of last night in my mind. The way Rune’s touch lingered, the possessive heat of his hands, and the dark, twisted satisfaction that poured from him into me. It was wrong and consuming, but it was real. I’ve never felt more seen, more desired, than when I’m beneath him. And in the quiet aftermath of it all, I realize how much I crave that feeling, even if it terrifies me. Something is changing between us. The sex, the connevtion… everything. There’s a light knock on the door, and before I can even call out, the door opens slowly. I sit up, a faint flutter of anxiety gripping me, but it quickly fades when I see who steps inside. Luna. The maid who took care of me in that posh dungeon months ago, the only friendly face in
Rune’s POVI sat at the head of the dining table, hands folded, face calm, but my mind was swirling with everything I had learned last night. I hadn't told my parents or anyone else the full truth about the witches or Alora’s connection to them. Not yet. I kept my explanation simple, telling them that the witches had cast a spell that was slowly deteriorating our pack and that they wanted something from us, something they would only reveal when the time was right. I watched as my parents exchanged uneasy glances, clearly disturbed by the news but too seasoned to show much fear. They were Alphas after all, hardened by years of leading the pack through peace and conflict alike. But this was new territory, and the tension was thick.“I hope they say what they want before things get worse.” Mom muttered then silently prayed to the Moon Goddess. Before I could say anything more, Cielle and Dylan stormed into the dining room, their expressions sour, the air between them charged with ange
Alora’s POV The dining room feels like a battlefield dressed up in fine linens and polished silverware. The silence hangs thick, uncomfortable, a stifling blanket that none of us seem willing to lift. My fingers curl around the edge of my chair, gripping the wood so tightly that my knuckles turn white. Sienna’s presence is impossible to ignore. She’s sitting across the table, her eyes fixed on me like she’s about to set me ablaze with her stare alone. It’s not just anger; it’s something darker. She’s throwing daggers at me with every blink. My throat suddenly parched, my appetite all but gone. I don’t know what I’ve done to earn such venom from Sienna. It’s as if my very existence offends her, like I’ve committed some unforgivable sin by merely sitting at this table. I keep my eyes downcast, refusing to meet her stare for too long, because the malice in her gaze is too unsettling, too vicious to bear. “You know, it’s pathetic, really,” Cielle starts, leaning back in h
Rune’s POVI sat back in my executive chair, fingers drumming against the armrest, my eyes locked on Alora. She sat across from me, trying to put on a brave face, but I could see the cracks beneath the surface. Her body language betrayed her, she squirmed under my gaze, shifting slightly in her seat as if the weight of my stare was too much to bear. But still, she held her chin high, her jaw tight with defiance. That’s the Alora I know. Strong. Resilient. Even now, after everything, she still refuses to back down.But I know the truth. I know what she did to Cielle. They may all be clueless, wondering how it happened, whispering about coincidences and bad luck, but I’m not. I know it wasn’t an accident. I know it wasn’t just some freak occurrence. It was her. It had to be her. The darkness in her, the magic in her blood, it’s always been there, lurking beneath the surface, waiting for the right moment to come out. The Queen Witch, hidden in plain sight all this time, and she doesn’
Rune’s POV We sat there, wrapped in the quiet, with her body pressed against mine as her breathing began to steady. The only sounds in the room were the soft hum of the air conditioning and the slow, rhythmic beat of her heart, still erratic from the crying. I stroked her back gently, letting my fingers trace the curves of her spine. She felt so small, so fragile in my arms, like she might shatter if I let her go. For a moment, everything else faded. The world outside of this room, the family, the pack, the war looming on the horizon, it all disappeared. It was just us. Just Alora and me, like it used to be before everything fell apart. I held onto that feeling as long as I could, unwilling to let it slip away just yet.But reality had a way of creeping back in.“I don’t know how to fix this,” she whispered after what felt like an eternity. Her voice was hoarse from the crying, a stark contrast to the defiance she’d shown earlier. Now, all I could hear was exhaustion. I should hav
Alora’s POV After the heaviness of our conversation began to settle into a more comfortable silence, I felt Rune’s grip around me loosen, though he kept me close. It was small, almost imperceptible, but something that always reminded me that, despite everything, Rune was human. There was something soft within him, even if the rest of the world only saw his dark, brutal side. I shifted slightly on his lap, pushing myself back enough to look at his face. He gave me a small, tired smile, one that didn’t quite reach his eyes, but it was there. And that was enough for now. "Remember when we used to sneak out of the packhouse during the summer?" I asked, my voice gentle as I recalled the memory. "You’d drag me to that clearing in the woods where no one could find us, just to stargaze. You always swore you could see shooting stars." Rune’s lips twitched upward, his eyes flickering with a hint of nostalgia. “That’s because I did see shooting stars. You were just too busy talking abou