All Chapters of A Cruel Fate: Her Gamma's Regret: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

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(Mature Content) Zoe’s POV “Please, Dillon! I want you to fuck me!” I pressed again as he continued to stare at me, a conflict raging behind his eyes. Finally, something snapped, and he stepped toward me, cupping my face in his hands. “Do you really want that?” He whispered, searching my eyes for the truth. “Yes!” I breathed, reaching for his cock that was iron hard and standing at attention between us once again. But Dillon grabbed my wrist, stopping me from touching him. “Not here.” He answered my questioning gaze. “I will not allow your first time to be up against a tree or on the dirty forest floor.” “Okay,” I nodded. “I know a place we can go.” “Tell me.” He ordered, snatching up our discarded shirts and lifting me into his arms. I coiled my arms around his neck and locked my ankles behind his back, then leaned forward to plant a chaste kiss on his lips before answering him. “To our old cabin, where we used to live before . . .” My words trailed off, not wanting the s

(Mature Content) Dillon’s POV I knew I was sleeping, dreaming. But fuck, if the Goddess was going to bless me with a replay of my night with Zoe every time I fell asleep, I was going to be getting a lot more rest. I’d never felt more at peace than I did holding that woman in my arms. I would relive those moments every Goddess damn night if I could. “Are you sure you’re not too sore to go again, baby doll? You’re so tight and I’m not exactly small. And well, I did get a little rough.” I cringed at the thought of hurting her. “Yes you did, and I loved every minute of it. I am sore, but in a good way. And I’m definitely sure I want more of you.” She said confidently, licking her lips as she watched me stroke my growing erection. Everything she did made me hard. When she stared at me with that seductive look on her face, one she was too innocent to even know she was making, it fuckin’ drove me insane! My cock was already painfully hard and I needed my little baby doll to ease the ach

Dillon’s POV I let Dorian run for hours, hoping it would help dissipate some of the pain and frustration we were feeling. When he was finally exhausted, we returned to the packhouse, shifting back and grabbing some clothes from the plastic bin on the front porch. But I couldn’t go in. I was in no mood to see anyone so I wandered around to the back terrace and plopped down on a bench facing the garden. The view was gorgeous but all I could see was Zoe, writhing in pain on the ground a few feet in front of me, where I'd found her that night two years ago. The night I’d broken her heart without even knowing it and ruined our future together. Pulling out my phone, I opened a text to her and sent her a message. Surely she’d landed by now and she would see it come through. But after a few minutes, she still hadn’t read it. So I sent another and another, pouring my heart out to her and begging her to call me so we could work things out between us. Last night was amazing and I knew she

Zoe’s POV My first foray into life outside my pack had been going remarkably well for the most part. When I decided to go away to school, I knew I wanted the full college experience so I accepted a room on campus. Fortunately, it was a single room with an en suite so I didn’t have to share, but it was in the thick of student life and that made me happy. Mattias had introduced me to some of his friends and they all seemed really nice and welcoming. Most of them were studying shifter medicine as well so hopefully I would have no shortage of study buddies, too. They had already added me to their text group where they organized study group meetings or social outings so I could join if I wanted to. I had also been fortunate enough to land a job at Ashmouth Medical Center as a Medical research assistant. Mattias knew the research fellow and recommended me for the position. I didn’t need to work but the job would expose me to research methodologies that would be helpful in my classes and,