Impure by five men!

EMMA

"Leave Emma and speak to your sister with respect next time—she is the Luna of this pack," he said, his voice firm as he turned his face away.

I swallowed the lump in my throat, my vision blurred with unshed tears. "I'm standing right in front of you, and yet you're still talking about her? How is that fair?"

His jaw clenched as he exhaled sharply. "What the hell do you want me to do? You said you're leaving, and I'm fine with it. End of discussion." His voice was thick with anger, though his expression betrayed the emotions he was trying so hard to suppress.

I took a shaky breath, cupping his cheek. "I just wanted to cherish our last moments together, but you chose to hurt me by being with Violet instead," I whispered, my voice breaking.

We were close—so close that our lips hovered mere inches apart, aching to close the distance. Just as I thought he would finally surrender to the pull between us, he turned his face away, leaving me feeling empty and shattered.

"I can't," he muttered, his voice strained. "If I taste you now, I won’t be able to let you go." He raked a frustrated hand through his hair. "For God's sake, I love you. And it’s killing me. I thought being with Violet would make me forget you, but nothing works. There is no substitute for you."

He spun away abruptly, his anger boiling over as he sent a chair crashing to the floor with a violent shove. His frustration filled the room, thick and suffocating.

"I love you," he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper. "And I hate myself for it. Loving you is forbidden, and I don’t know how to handle it."

For the first time, I saw his eyes glisten with unshed tears. The realization sent a fresh wave of pain through me. His love was written all over his face, yet it was tearing him apart. Should I be happy that he felt the same or devastated that it hurt him this much?

"Elijah, look at me." I gently cupped his face, forcing him to meet my gaze. "You are the Alpha. What happened to the man who had no weakness? I want to see that Alpha again. And I won’t be your weakness—I’ll be your strength."

His eyes darkened. "I can’t be that Alpha anymore," he admitted, his voice raw. "That man had no weak points. But now, I have one. And it’s you. You came into my life and shattered every wall I built."

"Then let me be your strength," I pleaded. "Our love isn’t weak. I can't stand seeing you like this." I leaned in to kiss him, but once again, he turned his face away, his resistance breaking my heart all over again.

"This is the last time you’ll see me like this," he said, his voice hollow. "Because after you leave, I’ll be heartless again. You’ve already ripped my heart out." His eyes burned with finality. "I’m done with this emotional turmoil. I have only a few hours left in this pack house, and I refuse to waste them crying."

But before he could pull away, I grabbed his face and crashed my lips against his. He hesitated for only a second before kissing me back with a hunger that sent fire through my veins. His arms wrapped around me tightly as I pulled myself closer, deepening the kiss.

When he finally broke away, we were both breathless, our hearts pounding in sync. He looked into my eyes and cursed under his breath, his expression torn between passion and pain.

He ripped my dress and licked my neck and kissed all over my body, he is giving pleasure to my body with his lips, and I was moaning hard, keeping my hand on his head.

“You are so fucking beautiful and your body is to die for,” he said to me and unclasped my bra and sucked my nipples, and bite on them. I screamed in pain, and he put his hand on my mouth.

“Love, we don’t want others to know about our little session,” he said, and not even once he left, glancing at my body. He made a valley in my breast and squeezed it hard, then he went down on my body and tore my panties in half.

He licked my pussy with his skillful tongue and I am squeezing my boobs in anticipation. Soon his clothes spread across the room, and he fingered my pussy with his three fingers. The sex between us is so intense, I was lost, in other words, where there is no tension or heartbreak and then suddenly he tore my pussy with his massive dick.

My screams are subsidized by his hand, and he is moving around his dick inside me, and then he grunts and empties his dick loaded with cum inside me. I also cum at the same time. He collapsed on me, and we are both lying on the table, his broad chest is crushing my breast, but the warmth that he is providing to my body is the best thing that happened to my eyes.

He looked at me, his gaze never wavering, and pressed a deep kiss to my lips. "I love you... and this is the hardest goodbye," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. His hand cupped my breast, squeezing gently as I ran my fingers through his hair, pressing a kiss to the crown of his head.

"I love you too," I whispered, offering him a bittersweet smile. "But for me, this is the best goodbye."

He exhaled sharply, pulling away as he grabbed a shirt from the chair and slipped it over my body. Then, he reached for his pants and put them on just as a knock echoed against the door.

"Alpha, I need to speak with you," Mason’s voice came from the other side.

"Go away," Elijah barked, locking the door before turning back to me.

I smirked, tilting my head. "I thought you were trying to keep me out of your mind," I teased, slowly spreading my legs for him, feeling the warmth of his release still lingering between my thighs.

His gaze flickered downward, darkening with desire. "I was," he admitted, his voice low and raspy, "but if you look like that, you make it impossible for me, baby." He caged me in his arms, his body pressing against mine.

"I have something for you," I said softly. Reaching for the delicate chain around my neck, I unclasped the locket and tied it around his neck. "My father gave me this and told me to give it to the man I truly love. And that man is you, Elijah. I love you with everything I have."

He touched the locket reverently, then lifted it to his lips and kissed it. "What if, after leaving, you fall for someone else?" His voice was gruff, yet laced with vulnerability.

I chuckled softly, brushing my lips against his. "For me, love only happens once, and my one true love is you. There's nothing left inside me to give to anyone else—I've already given it all to you."

His smile was faint, but the pain in his eyes was unmistakable. "I want you to move on after leaving me," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "It breaks every part of me to say it, but I want to see you happy. My love for you isn’t selfish." His expression darkened, his grip on me tightening. "But never—never—come before me with another man. Because if you do, I might kill him."

I sighed, shaking my head. "You're impossible."

He smirked, brushing his fingers along my cheek. "Now tell me, how do you plan on sneaking back to your room in just my shirt?"

I frowned, glancing at the oversized fabric draped over me. "That’s exactly what I was going to ask you."

"You’re not going anywhere," he said, pulling me into his lap. "It’s only seven o’clock. Tonight, you’re mine."

He leaned back in his chair, settling me against his chest. His arms wrapped around me protectively. "I want you right here for the whole night."

As soon as I rested my head against his chest, exhaustion overtook me, and I drifted into sleep, safe in his embrace—the safest place in the world.

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Two Hours Later

A knock at the door jolted me awake. My body was still warm from Elijah’s touch, his scent wrapped around me like a cocoon. I stirred, blinking sleepily at him as he stared at me intently.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" I asked, suddenly self-conscious.

He smiled faintly. "Because I want to keep you in my eyes forever. I don’t want to miss even a single moment with you."

My heart clenched at his words, but before I could respond, the knocking grew more urgent.

"Alpha, it’s me—Lily. Carlos Sir is calling for you and Emma," her voice came from the other side.

At the mention of Carlos, I was instantly awake. A cold dread settled in my stomach. What could he possibly want with me?

Elijah sighed, running a hand through his hair before lifting me effortlessly and placing me on the table. He strode to the door, unlocking it with a sharp glare.

Lily’s eyes landed on me, still wrapped in Elijah’s shirt, and she sneered in disgust.

Elijah’s expression turned murderous. "If you ever look at her like that again, I swear I’ll claw your eyes from their sockets," he growled.

Lily’s face paled instantly, and she lowered her gaze. "I’m sorry, Alpha. I didn’t mean to offend you."

"Good," he snapped. "Now, go bring Emma clothes from her wardrobe."

Lily nodded quickly and scurried away.

I turned to Elijah, fear creeping into my voice. "What does Carlos want from us? What if he finds out the truth about… the five nights?" My breath hitched at the thought.

Elijah’s gaze turned fierce, his hands gripping my shoulders. "You’re the love of the strongest man alive. Do you really think you need to be afraid of anyone?" His voice was full of unwavering conviction.

I swallowed hard, nodding slowly.

He lifted my chin, his expression fierce. "I will protect you, even if I have to walk through hell to do it."

The sheer determination in his eyes sent warmth flooding through me.

"Calm down, Elijah," I murmured, placing a hand on his chest, feeling the heat radiating from his body.

Just then, Lily returned with my clothes. I quickly changed into a white top and black jeans while Elijah grabbed a fresh shirt from his office closet, spraying himself with cologne to mask my scent on his skin.

He turned to me, his face darkening. "I’m going first. You’ll follow ten minutes later. We can’t risk being seen together—my father is a bastard, and he’s always watching."

I nodded, watching as he left the room. The moment the door clicked shut behind him, I followed shortly after, moving swiftly through the hallways, hoping to avoid any unwanted attention.

As I neared the dungeon entrance, I suddenly saw Violet approaching from the other direction.

"Where are you going, Emma?" she asked, her voice deceptively sweet. "And honestly, Elijah was pretty harsh with you, but that’s your fault. You can’t just waltz into the Alpha’s office like you own it."

I frowned, unsure if she was taunting me or genuinely concerned.

"I was just heading to my room. Your mate wasn’t harsh—he was just explaining some… pack rules to me," I replied carefully.

Violet scoffed, crossing her arms. "Well, I’m glad you’re leaving. This pack house isn’t for you."

Something about her tone unsettled me. There was an odd shift in her demeanor—almost as if something had changed within her.

"Are you okay?" I asked, watching her closely. "You seem… different since you got back from your trip."

Her lips curled into a hollow smile. "I’m fine. Just… learned some truths about things that have been happening behind my back."

With that, she turned and walked away, leaving a strange sense of unease lingering in the air.

I shook off the feeling, refocusing on the dungeon. As I stepped inside, I froze.

Carlos stood there, his expression serious. Next to him, a woman with wild hair and her eyes lingered on me with unsettling amusement. Elijah was tense, his posture rigid as his gaze flickered to me.

"Why am I here?" I asked, my voice firm despite the unease curling in my gut.

Carlos smirked. "This is Hayley—the most powerful witch of this pack. She will cast a spell on you. The curse will be broken forever."

My stomach dropped.

"What curse?" I demanded.

Hayley stepped forward, her voice dripping with mock sympathy. "Your blood is no longer pure—you’ve been with five men. That makes breaking the curse as simple as cutting a thread."

I turned to Elijah, my heart pounding.

Shit. I was doomed.