The arms of the Alpha’s mother are warm and soft too—I don't think the latter is brag-able; she also smells like freshly baked bread for some reason."Hello, I'm sorry I couldn't see you sooner-""I know, I know, I gave birth to such a brat."His mother devours my excuse, leaving me at a loss conversation-wise.What...do I say next?I know how to dominate a conversation, so...why don't I know what to say next?"He is a brat, isn't he?"My voice trembles. Mother would hate it if someone said that about me to her."Wait, no, I-"I try to take back my words, but she laughs a hearty sound that again makes me feel out of my element."Oh, he was worse as a teenager, something about puberty just..."She continues, but I cannot place her words.She is shorter than me, a little plump but not like Martha and her apron is covered in red soil despite her bready scent.Her hand on my waist feels warm and secure, like the blue of her eyes that promise comfort and support even though I am certain I
The meal was delicious; nothing tasted the least bit artificial, and every item was fresh. The setting for the meal was almost buffet-like, where the dining room in the manor held a various array of items, and there were numerous tables due to the number of people eating.On my table was the Alpha, his mother, Elaine’s mother (for whatever reason) and one of the women we undid bean pods with.I may have forgotten how it is to dine with others because, despite the delicious meal, I cannot seem to get anything past my lips.Aside from the questions on 'grandkids' that I try my best to navigate, the word 'mum' no longer leaves my lips.Each smile, each compliment, each forced polite laugh, and each posed question emphasises the feeling that I am not supposed to be here. I feel as if I am stealing moments that are not supposed to be mine.Is that what Elaine felt as she wore my gowns and paraded into my home—if you could even call the Alpha’s manor my ‘home’?Probably not.Everything prob
The hardness of his broad back is comfortable and warm compared to the cool of the evening. I should have skipped the helmet; the feeling of the wind in my hair is what I want, but either way, this is close. My eyes fly to the lights in the shops, at their dazzling brightness. I thought this would be scary, but it's not; even the sound of the motorbike's engine as we weave through traffic seems to want to put me to sleep with its repetitive yet smooth hum. Everything feels more vivid than it does when travelling by car, like I am not watching life pass me by, but rather, I am at its helm. The urge to scream, or is it to howl(?), finds my lungs, so I try and loosen my hold against his abs, ready to lift my arms and scream, only he grabs them with one hand and presses them against his stomach. "Don't let go." He yells against the rushing wind. I want to grumble but he is the expert here. “Okay!” I yell in response then rest my head on his comfy warm back, letting my eyes seal to
"I’m curious, why ‘Happy birthday’?"The Alpha asks as we walk from the convenience store. I craved ice cream; I did not expect him to respond in such a fashion.I don’t really crave sweets that often, or I have trained myself not to respond to the cravings either way, something I want it today.“Why not?”I respond with a laugh that echoes in the air while swinging my empty ice cream stick around recklessly.He takes my hand, removes the sticky item and dumps it in the nearby trash before lacing his very clean hands in my sticky one.He is oddly touchy when drunk.“Aren’t you a germophobe, or is it me that you cannot stand touching?”His expression shifts into a more sombre one, so I smile.“Just kidding, you don’t need to answer.”Let's not ruin the mood."As for why I chose that he sings… hmm, I have always had people wish me a ‘happy birthday’, but none has ever sung it to me."I confess as his hand in mine pulls me from where I walk, exchanging our positions so that he is the one
Adrian M. Knox“What the hell do you think you are doing walking around at this hour?”His question was laden with more irritation geared towards Elaine than concern for the first time in his life, perhaps a combination of guilt and shame from having been found intimate with Ruby by the one person he wanted to convince of their contractual relationship.“Me? I am not the one doing something absurd. You were kissing her, Muaas! You were kissing a ‘Clive’!”Elaine's disappointment did not jar him as much as he thought it would, that he wanted to run after Ruby; however, did.That kiss…"She is my wife. I do not have to justify that to you. Get on.""Your wife or not, she is a ‘Clive’. Have you forgotten what her father did to mine? Did to our town? Did to you? How could you betray us, all of us, you included, like this."“She is my wife; I do not have to explain myself to a child.”Her fury turned to a pained surprise in less than a second.Fuck.“A child?”His sigh came off more natura
Ruby M Clive"What?"What the hell is he asking me?Does...he know what he is asking? Is he playing dumb, or..."Elaine's eighteenth birthday? She wanted to have it at the Manor, so I was wondering if you mind."If I mind, his mate having her birthday in his Manor.If I mind having to see them recognise each other for the first time in a house, I am to stay in for several months after?What, what if they fuck in front of me?He is careless in that regard; he had me by the door once.Hah…what if they fuck in my room?She will be a legal adult, able to offer her consent, and once he gets over his hang-ups about her being ‘like a sister’, then…Fuck.Did he need to ask me this with her next to him?Or this early in the morning, is he trying to ruin my day before it starts?"N-no, I don't mind."I answer finally when Elaine’s lip turns downward.I know that face; she pouts every time she wants something from the Alpha that is not reciprocated, and he always yields."Oh really, that's grea
When I neither move nor break from his hold, he raises his hands on my frame and pulls my shirt off slowly.“Bra, take it off.”My hands leave his body to work on the straps on my back. My breasts fall free the instant I unclip them, and while it feels like a relief, the stiff peaks ache at his instant stroke of them before I can even place the material aside.My thighs tighten on his; there is a plus to him teasing me when my folds rest above his. The only downside is we are both in jeans, both in hardy wear suitable for the farm, so despite the sharp delight that rocks through me as his calloused hands stroke my soft, stiff and sensitive nipples, no matter how much I grind into him to tease him in the same manner, it is not enough—he knows it, and I know it.Sharing a room with him, I admit, scared me—what would I do If his scent caused us to lose ourselves or, worse, caused me to confess something because of the security he inspires, regardless of how much of a mirage it is?But in
Elaine L. Brockett"So, will you?"Elaine posed the question again to her mother. It wasn't ideal for her to ask this brashly, but her only response yesterday had been, 'Go to bed.'Elaine had expected her to be upset that she sneaked out, but not like last night.She always snuck out, and her reactions were tepid, especially on days that Muaas brought her home, so the only reason she could equate to her mother's edginess was the presence of Ruby Clive in town.Overnight, her mother’s, 'what if something happens to you' turned to 'Are you okay? You are okay, right? That woman didn't do anything to you, did she?'The manic change was unnerving.Why did everyone pay so much attention to someone of no importance?Elaine did not find Ruby particularly pleasing to look at. She was merely astoundingly beautiful in such a way that she projects one’s insecurities about themselves, but such women were often harlots—case in point: the magazine articles.Plus, Leon had always mentioned to her th
Hi! That’s a wrap for ‘The Alpha’s Ruby Obsession’; it has been the wildest ride yet. On matters pertaining to bonuses, they will not always be guaranteed a happy ending or to give a sense of closure. Additionally, going forward, not all stories will have bonuses. On to the main matter: I want a light book for my next project, something that doesn’t make me teary while writing and also, I want to leave the woods for the big city for a while, so I thought, why not get high blood pressure and delve into the world of greedy mother-in-laws and audacious husbands in My next book, a billionaire romance, ‘Trillionaire After Divorce’. It should be out by January if all factors are cooperative; it will not be as tragic as this one, but it will still have some darkness...and tons of romantic angst. I’ll tell you this in advance: be ready to throw hands at audacities! As usual, it will be 18+; whatever will I do without smut? As always, thank you for reading, and hopefully, I will see you in
** Ruby. "Last step. Just jump. I will catch you." I whisper to Elle, who throws her little arms around my shoulders as she takes her leap of faith gracefully. "Good girl." I praise her quickly before placing her on the ground and holding her hand so we can run across the empty street. It was not in any of my plans to use the window at one a.m., essentially alerting my little sister, Elle, of something going wrong, but I had no choice; Dominic had his men surround my apartment, so if I stayed, I would be forced to sleep with men, now that I have been injected contraceptives on his coin already. After helping Elle in the car waiting for us, I hop in the passenger seat before Wanda drives off. “Thanks, Wanda.” I utter finally as we enter the main road. “Baby, this is stupid; you know Dom will never let you go.” "He will if you seduce him for me. " I utter softly, and her light and refreshing laugh lighten the mood in the car. “Open the glove box.” I do as she asks, but insi
Adrian "That's the girl." Adrian's gaze lifted in the direction his friend pointed. "The number one of business school." It didn't irk him as much as Leon, his best friend, meant for it to; after all, numbers meant nothing to him unless they were in the form of currency and had never found a soul wealthier than his family, even in the university. In fact, it didn't matter so much that he wanted to walk to her and invite her to his group, scholarship or not; she earned the right to associate with him, at least within the confines of the school. "Tell her to join us. No, tell her that she can be sitting with us instead of alone." He ushered Elaine; she was something of a kid sister to him. "What? Why? She is poor; I highly doubt that she can purchase from our section; you’ll just make her feel bad." "She stole my spot in the school, so I want everyone to know she earned the right to sit with us. Plus, we can buy her food if she can’t afford it." The notion made little sense to
The last Chapter of the Bonus will be tomorrow. ** “I didn’t ask you to protect me! I wasn’t in danger.” His sneer rises, and I wince, anticipating another slap, but instead, he clicks his tongue. “You will need to visit a family planning establishment to get your affairs in order; if you are going to start taking in men, then-” “I will get you the money!” “By tomorrow? Because your debt just went up by eight hundred thousand.” “I didn’t ask you to interrupt. Don’t give the refund let me go out there and-.” Dominic’s hand rises, and I flinch before the sound of his tongue clicking against the roof of his mouth echoes once again. “I will give you the day off tomorrow, but Maurice will escort you to the family planning centre. I’ll show you an easy way to pay me back if you are in such a rush to escape me. Now, take that coat off. You look stupid wearing it.” "Will I look more dignified to the men you intend to whore me out to?" Dominic winces, but his expression does not soft
Hi! Quick disclaimer: The bonus stories are not guaranteed a happy or ‘closure-inducing’ ending. Please read at your own risk. Adrian’s hands waste no time lowering to my ass to part my flesh apart. "You are not permitted to touch-" “‘Touch the stripper’? I know, but can't you take it as me making your work easier? I am doing you a favour.” “I highly doubt a yeast infection counts as a favour. Either lower your pants because your boxers are certainly cleaner to press against, or let me do my dance in peace.” His hot breath coats my ear as he chuckles. His hands leave my ass to fiddle with his belt and lower his zip, but mother of Christ, why are his knuckles grazing against my centre while he does this? I am certain I have lifted my hips enough for there to be no contact between us. The feel of his fingers hooking upward tells me that his actions are on purpose. But before I can protest, his fingers leave my centre, and instead, his hips thrust upwards on my bare and sensitive
“Hand me the tape, Joy.” I ask as I hold the last box in place before the garments pop out. “Just a second! Elle, don’t run with scissors!” Elle’s laughter sounds across the hall, making it exceedingly clear that there will be no assistance any time soon. With a sigh, I consider letting the box’s contents explode open, but in the nick of time, a tape gun is pressed on my shoulder. “Oh, thank God. Tape it for me; my arms are holding… the box…closed.” I drawl as surprise takes over my body, causing my grip on the box to lessen such that its contents spill out. “...Adrian?” I call as I stand, ignoring the mess I made. "So, you were going to leave." He utters as if he were merely seeking my confirmation on the matter. "Adrian.” I call with a sigh before looking for the best choice of words. “What are you doing here? We talked about-" "You were going to abandon me again?" The loudness in his voice jostles me. There is a certainty in which he asks his question that leaves me
Ruby M. Clive ‘This was fun.’ The words play again in my mind before the fatigue I convinced myself was the sex finds me. "Fun." I toy with the word again before looking at my reflection in the mirror. The makeup hid the puffiness of my face well, but the redness remained regardless of the amount of concealer used. My legs feel weak, so I let my flesh crumble to the ground as more tears overcome me. I hate how easily I cry these days, but more than that, I hate the delight that found me when his wolf recognised me. He fell asleep with his length inside me, and I couldn’t pull it out; even now, I can still feel his shape inside me. My gaze lingers on the gauze on my hand; beneath it lies his teeth marks that ooze the scent of the ocean despite the amount of time I rinsed the wound. I don’t get it; no one has ever recalled the past in my presence before, so how could he? It makes sense for his wolf to remember me; we were mates, but not him, his hatred for Clives should prevent
A groan found Adrian’s lips with ease when his hands stroking the space next to him confirmed that it was cold, meaning she had left quite a while ago.His canines tasted of blood; did he bite himself?“Fuck! That’s so embarrassing!”He cursed, recalling how desperately he begged her to tell him who the man she loved was and how easily she drew a line with him. He didn't want to wake up; the bed wasn’t even his, but he didn’t want to leave it because the moment he did, he would have to face the consequences of the deal they had made—never seeing her again.But was the deal still in effect if she wasn’t there like she promised to be?"Oh, you are up-"Ruby said as the bathroom door opened, and he took in her glowing sight that was emphasised by the steam from the hot shower.She looked fresh and clean but also dressed up. She had on her robe and a full face of makeup, all while her hair remained wrap
Adrian watched Ruby’s flesh devour his hard shaft slowly; she only used her hands to steady his length inside her.If he were any more dazed, he would shove himself inside her, but she was far too tight for such an act not to cause her discomfort, so his teeth found his lip in search of patience before he spoke.“Are you okay?”He asked when the shadow of a wince crossed her face; his member wasn’t even halfway through.It was quite the awkward question to ask, considering that he was her source of discomfort, so while a part of him prayed that she wouldn’t back out, the other prepared for what felt inevitable.“Yes…yes, I just need a moment.”She uttered.“Are you sure? We could stop-”“I am certain.”She said with a laugh that once again undid him; how did she do that?How did she captivate him with such ease?His eyes fell on her large breasts that seemed to spill on her chest before returning to her eyes.Who was he?Who was the one man who had seen her in this way?He was clearly