Semua Bab Alpha's Secret Mate: Bab 1 - Bab 10

Ayda's POVI felt his calloused hands spreading my thighs open, the rough grit of his cheek as he kissed a line from my navel to my core. I swallowed back a moan, fingers ghosting over my parted lips to keep the sound in. Embarrassed for him to hear me, for anyone to hear me—the Princess of the Emerald Lake pack—panting like a common whore in the throes of heat. His tongue, half-transformed, slipped between my delicate folds and lapped at my sweet virginal essence with the fervor of a starved man. He rumbled, like he was savoring the taste, like I was some finely aged liquor, fragrant and heady on his tongue.Gentle he was no more.I gasped, back bowing, as my nipples tightened from the chill of the room warring with the heat I could feel engulfing me. His grip was almost bruising; I could feel the flex of his tendons as he fought the change. Fought to not take me as a beast but as a man. He had my curling toes in the silk of his sheets, crimson like most of the room. A for

Sebastian's POV "Brother, if you're listening, I regret to inform you that your fiancé is a stone-cold bitch.," I say as I look up at the ceiling."F*cking Furies!" It took everything in me not to howl my frustration like a barely whelped pup. But here I was, in the library that you and Mother loved, drinking whiskey alone like an old drunk. It wasn't even half past 3:00, and the day was already shit. "Goddess above me, strike me down where I rest. Please."It was in poor taste to say that, Alex's death still so fresh and Father's grief still so raw, but what was I to think? To say?Narcissa was bleeding our coffers dry with this sham of a wedding, Tartarus bent on whatever deranged goal she had in mind.Originally, Father had given me the money as part of my inheritance, a way for me to show what a capable leader I could be. I had planned to use it to fix major structural issues in the surrounding villages, maybe even start a home for packless women and child

Ayda's POV When I was a young girl, I remember my father taking me by the hand to show me our kingdom."What do you think we own?" he asked me as he held me up so I could see over the balcony."The lake, the trees, that…place over there with the nasty vegetables!" When Father laughed, it shook his belly, jostled it around like he was made of those gelatin delights my mother coveted when she was with child."We do own those! You are correct, My Shining Light! But what else?""Those houses! That train! The horses in the stable?""Yes, but what if I told you I owned the very stars you see above you?""You can't own that, Daddy! Only the Gods can!""Right again, but not 100% right. I may not own them like I do the horses, or the train, or the houses—""—or the lake, or the trees, or the nasty vegetables—""—but I do own my dreams! When the Gods gave us shape, they fashioned each of us with a soul. A purpose. A dream. A hope. And so, a star

Ayda's POV His mouth dragged down to my pulse point, tasting the ebb and flow of my heart as he did things with his fingers that made me keen. I tried to close my legs to the intrusion pretending that I wasn't enthralled with his touch, but he would have none of it. He flicked his wrist, thumb circling my cl*t in tight circles that had me crying, my nails clawing into his broad back as I rushed to my release. There was no lying to him; it was as if he knew my body as well as I did.Then he pulled away, laughing as he did."Not yet," he panted, biting my earlobe. I could feel the texture of his stubble against my cheek, making me shiver at the masculine touch. "I want to feel you cum around my cock. I want to feel your sweet cunt ripple with pleasure. Could you do that for me? Will you do that for me?"I couldn't speak, trapped between his hot body and the chill of the silk red sheets, so I nodded instead.He bit my shoulder hard before kissing it."

Ayda's POV "You should have told someone or brought one of the guardsmen with you. Maybe even both! What in the Moon Goddess's name were you thinking!? Were you all even thinking at all?"I did not appreciate being talked down to like a child.Nicolette, me, and the rest of our group were in the third foyer, which doubled as Mr. Galanis' private office, getting a dressing down by His Highness himself. We were all seated on a bench specifically for this purpose; heads bowed as the prince lambasted us. He was more worried than actually mad, as experience had shown me. He had a habit of wringing his wrists or fiddling with his cufflinks when he was concerned about one's safety.It was the only reason why I kept my annoyance to myself."The Withering Fang is safe, Your Highness," Liv said from the end of the bench, holding a cold washcloth over her eyes. Her abrupt descent into sobriety, thanks to Prince Sebastian's inquisition, had caused her to get a migra