Rune’s POV As I stood there, breathing heavily, Alora’s chest rose and fell in sync with mine. Our skin slick with sweat, her body relaxed into mine in the aftermath of our release. Her lips, slightly bruised from our rough kisses, parted as she tried to catch her breath. There was a beautiful glow about her, one I hadn’t seen in years, and I hated how much I liked it. She had filled out, her body softer and curvier than before. Pregnancy had given her this new look, and I couldn’t deny how much I loved it. But knowing another man's child was responsible for this transformation filled me with rage. The red mist crept into my vision again, clouding my thoughts with jealousy and fury. My mind couldn’t wrap around it, she wasn’t carrying my child. Someone else had touched her, had laid claim to her in the most intimate way. That thought alone made me want to tear the world apart. I leaned in and kissed her again, harder this time, my lips pressing against hers with the same frustr
Alora’s POVSitting in the back seat with Rune, I could feel the weight of his presence pressing down on me, suffocating yet intoxicating at the same time. His hand was wrapped around mine, fingers interlaced tightly, refusing to let go. I had tried earlier, tugging my hand free, but the dark glare he shot me sent a cold shiver down my spine, freezing me in place. That look, full of dominance, full of unspoken promises, reminded me that escape was futile, and I hated how much it thrilled me. It thrilled me so much as it scared me just as much. I swallowed hard, forcing myself to turn toward the window, the passing scenery doing little to distract me from the turmoil inside. I hated how he always found me. No matter where I ran or how far I thought I could hide, he ALWAYS knew how to track me down. It was like he had some invisible thread binding us together, pulling me back to him every time. Or am I tracked with some device?He would have found me sooner. Not months later. And i
Rune’s POV As the car rolled closer to the borders of my pack, tension buzzed between all of us. I was prepared for chaos… prepared to see ruins, fire, maybe bodies strewn about. The witches had attacked, after all. That message had been crystal clear, and I’d felt the urgency rattling my bones since we left. But as the border came into view, there was nothing. No destruction, no burning buildings, no signs of a siege. In fact, the guards stood at attention as usual, their faces calm and unbothered, like everything was perfectly normal. Like their families weren’t killed just beyond this border. I glanced over at Jacob and Ethan in the front seats. They exchanged confused looks, their expressions mirroring my own. Something was off. Really really off. This wasn’t what I expected. “What the hell?” Ethan muttered under his breath as we passed the guard post. Jacob turned back to me, his brow furrowed. “You sure about that message, Alpha?” I didn’t answer right away. My fingers
Alora’s POV I lay sprawled on Rune’s bed, staring up at the ceiling as the scent of him enveloped me like a suffocating blanket. That familiar, intoxicating scent of mint and musk filled my lungs, making me dizzy. I hated how much I liked it, how it made my body respond like I had no control over it. My fingers curled into the fabric of his bed, and before I realized what I was doing, I leaned down, pressing my face into his pillow like some desperate, stupid girl. The scent was stronger here, more potent, and it hit me like a punch to the gut. A sharp shiver raced down my spine, and my thighs clenched together as an unwelcome wave of heat surged through me. Goddess, what the hell is wrong with me? His scent alone made me so wet, my core tightening as if my body were betraying me all over again. My breathing grew heavier, and for a moment, I closed my eyes, letting the feeling wash over me like an addict craving a fix. But then I jolted upright, shame slamming into me like
Alora’s POVI sat there on the edge of the bed, my heart pounding in my chest. Every second felt like an eternity as I anxiously waited, my mind racing with the uncertainty of what Rune was going to do next. My hands fidgeted in my lap, my fingers tangling together as I tried to steady my breathing. But it was impossible. The tension in the air was suffocating, thick like smoke, and it choked me as I sat there, waiting for him to make his move.The door creaked open, and my breath hitched in my throat as Rune stepped inside. He didn’t say a word, just stood there, staring at me with that cold, unreadable expression on his face. His eyes zeroed in on my belly, the small but unmistakable bump, and I felt my stomach twist with fear. I could see the shift in his gaze, the way his eyes slowly darkened, turning red, the unmistakable sign of his wolf clawing to the surface.He leaned against the doorframe, his posture casual, but I could see the tension coiling beneath his skin. His muscle
Alora’s POV My wild gaze flickers between Rune’s vacant eyes and the belt looped around his hand. Why the hell does he have a belt in his hands? What the hell is going on? This can’t be right? He can’t be serious. But he is. Rune doesn’t joke —not about things like this. I’ve felt the sting of his handprints on my skin all day, a constant reminder of how he controls every inch of me. So, I know he isn’t bluffing now. He’s going to use that belt on me, and nothing I say will change his mind. “Please, don’t...” The words escape my lips before I can stop them, though I already know they’re useless. Rune doesn’t care about begging or tears. If anything, he thrives on them. The more I plead, the more he enjoys it. Just like he gets off on punishing me. He is a fucking sadist. But what comes next catches me completely off guard. His voice is calm, controlled, and yet it sends a chill down my spine. “What are you willing to do instead?” “Anything,” I blurt out, desperate to avoi
Alora’s POV“Are you ever satisfied? If I give you more, will that finally be enough? You’ve taken everything from me, absolutely everything. Why do you still demand more?”I can feel the heat of his body radiating against my back, even though he’s not touching me. That heat stirs something deep inside me, something that makes me press my thighs together in a vain attempt to suppress it.“I didn’t take everything from you, Alora. You just want to believe that because it’s easier to blame me for your mistakes. That doesn’t make it true.”“You dragged me here and ripped me away from my life.”“Correction: I saved you from it.”“First, you think you’re merciful, and now, you believe you’re my savior? You need a serious wake-up call.”His fingers slide over my collarbone, tracing upward until they reach my chin. I stiffen as he lifts it, his lips brushing my ear as he whispers darkly, “Maybe it’s you who needs one.”My chest burns, and I suddenly realize I’ve been holding my breath since
Alora’s POV“I need something. I don’t know what, but that orgasm wasn’t enough,” I mutter, still trembling from the aftermath. Rune's eyes, gleaming with that familiar, dark hunger, never leave mine. He undoes his pants, the fabric brushing roughly against my skin, and I freeze when his cock springs free. It’s bigger, angrier than I remembered, the veins throbbing along its length making my heart pound with something more twisted than fear. I should be terrified. But I’m not. Not only terrified, at least. Something far more dangerous is coiling in my chest. Knowing he got hard from ‘whipping’ me, from causing me pain, should be humiliating. It should repulse me. But it doesn’t. Rune’s jaw clenches, and he grips his cock with brutal force, fisting it like he’s angry… angry at me, at this, at whatever has bound us together in this sick dance. His muscles ripple under his skin, scars moving with each harsh jerk, and I can’t look away. A drop of pre-cum glistens, and I find myself bi