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
Rune’s POV The moment Ethan mentioned Sienna’s name, my blood boiled. She’s WHAT? Assembling the maids to punish them? For fucking what? I barely listened as he muttered the specifics about her fuming over Alora and me, but my body was already moving. Doesn’t she know that we don’t use that sort of barbaric ritual in this pack? I don’t keep slaves. These girls decided to be maids on their own either to earn money or just to serve their alpha. Why would I punish them? The walk to find her felt like a storm gathering inside me, each step more deliberate than the last. She knew I was back. Knew I wasn’t alone. And she is taking her fury in my maids. The fucking audacity. What does she think will happen after she forces my father and the Elders to let me mate her? I didn’t even fucking mark her and she thinks something is going to happen between us? She should be lucky I was not in my right mind then. She dared –dared– to play her little power games behind my back. I found her in
Alora’s POV Waking up the next morning, I reached out instinctively to the other side of the bed, half expecting Rune to be there, but when my fingers brushed only cold sheets, I wasn’t surprised. Of course, he wasn’t here. He never stayed. Not for me. Not for this. The hollow emptiness where his body should have been served as a cruel reminder of the distance between us, even when we were physically close. I slowly sat up, pushing the tangled blankets off me, but the sharp sting in my lower body made me wince. Fuck. My ass felt like it was on fire, a reminder of last night, of what he’d done, of what I had… enjoyed. Goddess, how depraved was I? The sting, though already healing, was still enough to make my breath hitch. He’d whipped me in the ass, and I’d loved every second of it. I was looking forward to the next belt on my reddened ass cheeks. I swallowed hard, the raw shame of my thoughts swirling with the heat that pooled in my stomach. Just thinking about it made me aro
Rune’s POV As I moved the washcloth over her skin, I saw it—the hurt in her eyes. She tried to hide it, turning her face slightly, but she couldn’t mask the emotions that flickered in her gaze. It wasn’t just the usual stubbornness or defiance that I’d come to expect from Alora. Why did she look at me like that? Like I had wounded her. Like she had the right to feel anything other than what I allowed her to. What right did she have to be hurt? I’d been harsh with her, yes, but that was necessary. I told her the truth, she was here because of the war, because of the danger she posed and the role she would play in preventing it. But still, there was that glimmer of hurt, like I had broken something inside her. Like she expected something more from me. She had no right to feel that way. Not after everything. Didn’t she allow herself to get pregnant by some pathetic fucker? A human, of all things. A weak, useless human who couldn’t even protect her when it mattered, who ran for
Rune’s POV Years later I sat on the balcony of our bedroom, the golden glow of the setting sun spilling across the land like liquid fire. The gentle hum of life filled the air with the laughter of my children playing in the garden, the rustling of leaves and the distant howl of wolves welcoming the moon. I leaned back in the chair, sipping the coffee Alora made for me. It was her signature brew filled with cream, just how she liked it. She had finally gotten me hooked on it after years of teasing me about my bitter black coffee. My lips curled into a smile at the memory of her smug little smirk when I admitted defeat. A soft laugh brought my gaze to the doorway and there she stood… my mate, my queen, my everything. Alora stepped out onto the balcony, her emeral green sundress fluttering in the evening breeze, her long hair cascading over her shoulders. She still took my breath away even after all these years. “What are you thinking about, my king?” She caught me staring and
Alora’s POV The evening had been surreal but now it was finally winding down. After the ceremony, the Elders, council members and visiting Alphas came to pay their respects. Rune stood tall beside me with his arm wrapped securely around my waist, accepting their congratulations with the confidence and grace of a true leader. But his eyes rarely left me filled with pride and a possessive heat that made me blush under the attention. He kept whispering how perfect I looked and how proud of me he was the way I was handling myself. When the last of the guests stepped away, Rune leaned down his lips brushing my ear. “Come with me.” He murmured full of promise. "Where are we going?" I asked as he led me into the mansion his hand firmly holding mine. "You'll see." He guided me through the hallways, his pac filled with purpose. I couldn’t help but feel a flutter of excitement mixed with curiosity. We stopped in front of a set of double doors I hadn’t noticed before and he turned
Alora’s POVThe day was finally here. A week had passed and now, I stood in front of the full length mirror in the walk-in closet with the forest green gown Rune had custom made for me hugging my body like it was meant to be mine. It flowed like liquid silk the deep shade matching my hair perfectly. The neckline dipped just enough to tease without revealing too much and the intricate embroidery along the hem shimmered faintly in the light. I twirled once, watching the fabric swirl around me like a forest come to life. This is what it feels like to be a Luna. To be alive. To be an equal. Rune knew how much I loved green especially forest green. It was like he’d reached into my heart and plucked out a piece of my soul to weave into this gown. I couldn’t stop blushing at the thought of him being so thoughtful. I was just fastening the last strap of my heels when the door opened. Rune stepped inside and my breath hitched. How I got this lucky is beyond me. He was wearing his Alpha u
Alora’s POVThe night was silent, the only sound coming from the faint rustling of the curtains and the rhythmic breathing of Rune beside me. One thing I want to forever keep. His strong arm was draped over my waist, his chest pressed against my back, and our legs were hopelessly tangled together beneath the sheets. I should’ve been asleep but my heart was too full to allow it. A small smile graced my lips as I stared at the ceiling. When this had all started, I had no idea Rune was saving me from my own demons. He knew me so deeply, so fully, that he could anticipate my needs before I even spoke them. What I thought was control was something far more profound. a love that healed even the deepest scars. Turning slightly I gazed at his peaceful face, the sharp edges of his jaw softened in sleep. My lips brushed his softly, unable to resist stealing a kiss. Rune stirred, his eyes fluttering open, their gray depths locking onto mine. Without a word, he kissed me back slow and ten
Alora’s POV His thrusts turn impossible rougher and harder. Just when I think I’m going to pass out, his suffocating hand disappears and I come again. The second orgasm taking me by surprise. I’m floating and moaning low in my throat. Barely feeling his thumb flicking my clit to prolong my climax. I cannot even see clearly with tears and everything on my face. All I feel is intense pleasure. “No! Need you inside me now!” I whine when he abruptly pulls out. “I decide when you’ve earned my dick.” Bending me over as I grip the bed. He spanks my ass before spreading my cheeks until he can see where I ache most for his cock. He runs the pierced head around my gaping hole to my asshole. Pulling away when I push back, trying to slide him inside.Teasing. Tormenting. Punishing.“Rune, please. I need you.”“You’ve come twice, Red. Don’t come without my permission again. Good little sluts wait for commands.” He taunts, sliding the wide crown in my pussy. With that warning, he shoves insid
Alora’s POVStill in the web of passion, Rune forces me to my knees and pushes my hand against his leather belt. Fisting my hair he tilts my head. I love when he lost control of himself. “Take out my cock. Make it nice and wet.”I fumble with his buckle, my hands shaking but I manage and unzip him. No boxers, his dick springs free slapping against my lips. Grabbing his ass, I deep throat as many of his thick inches as I can. He is so fucking huge. The stretch always left me sore for days. The first time, I didn’t leave my bed for a day. Should’ve known not every man is blessed as my Rune. But the adrenaline, the chase left me incoherent. All I care about was finding bliss.“Take. More.” His hand puts pressure on my head, gagging me on his shaft so hard that tears and spit run down my face. “Show me what a filthy slut you are for my dick, Alora. How much you want your holes filled with my cum.” He growled out. His precum leaks on my tongue. I moan at the salty taste, sucking harde
Alora’s POV“Spread your legs. Let me see my pussy. It’s mine, isn’t it? Your tits, your cunt, and your ass.” When he talks like that? I jolt when he grabs my ass cheeks and pulls them apart. After I’ve widened my legs. His warm breath teases my puckered hole. My eyes falling closed, as if it’ll make me forget he’s shamelessly staring at my most forbidden part.My eyes slammed shut, as though darkness might make me forget how exposed I was under his intense gaze. Then, his tongue flicked over that forbidden spot, and my knees nearly buckled. “One day, you’ll take my cock here, Alora.” He murmured, low and wicked. His words tightened every muscle in my body. I can’t even say the word in my head. And he’s talking about fucking it. He bites down on my right ass cheek, making me cry out in pleasurable pain. “Rune… Please.” I whimper when he circles the same spot with his tongue. I gulp in oxygen when he licks again and trails downward to taste my dripping pussy.“I don’t know,” I whis
Alora’s POVRune’s grip on me was possessive with his powerful arms pulling me flush against his body as if he needed to feel every inch of me against him. For the first time in what felt like forever, we stayed like that silent, unmoving and just existing together. His warmth seeped into my skin and for a moment, I let myself believe that maybe this was enough. Maybe this quiet embrace could fix what we’d broken. Then his lips brushed my neck, soft and reverent at first. The tenderness unraveled something inside me. I whispered softly in his ear. “I need you.” His response was instant. The air around us shifted and in the blink of an eye, we were in his bedroom. I gasped, startled by the sudden change of scenery. He teleported us!“You—” I began but he cut me off with that familiar, smug smirk that could infuriate and enchant me all at once. “Surprised? Your mother returned my powers when she touched me. Guess she wanted me to have every advantage when it comes to keeping yo
Alora’s POVLater in the day, after breakfast was brought to our room and we shared a peaceful morning together and Rune told me that his parents wanted to see us. Specifically they wanted to meet Nevaeh. I wasn’t sure how to feel about it. The last time I saw Rune’s father, I had nothing but resentment in my heart for him and I knew Rune felt the same or maybe even more. But his mother? She was different. At least, she used to be. Nevaeh had been babbling nonstop playing with the edges of the blanket while Rune sat on the bed, watching her every move with an unreadable expression. I could see the love in his eyes when he looked at her, but there was also a storm brewing beneath it. A quiet anger that hadn’t subsided since we came back. “You’re still mad at him.” I said softly, breaking the silence. Rune’s jaw tightened but he didn’t deny it. “He forced me to marry Sienna. And then he tried to make sure you disappeared from the pack. Do you think I’ll just forgive that?” He mut