~ ALPHA IAN ~ I have a sexy wife who I let everyone f**k, I feel nothing for her, to me she's my means of release and pride. My pack not only shares everything, they share everyone. Conquering packs for fun is our hobby. To us there is no such thing as a mate, because of the curse that the moon goddess bestowed upon us. But ever since I conquered the blood moon pack, I'm beginning to wonder what I feel for the filthy runt of the pack. I want no one to touch her. And what's worse is that I want to spread her legs apart and thrust my c**k into her tight, sweet p***y violently just so I could satisfy my urge and desires.
Ian's p.o.v
"Ahh, Al..pha, slower, pl..ease slower." The female rogue pleaded in a labored breath.
Sweat was running on her thin back and her long brown hair was messy from my strong grip.
I smirked then drove my cock into her with force as she cried out.
Her back was towards me while my hands and body were being supported by the table below her.
Her legs which were spread apart were badly quivering.
My eyes trailed from her back to her firm ass.
Just knowing that she would have the guts to try and seduce me when I had just ambushed her pack and killed most of her people was a turnoff. But then again I was very bored and needed to have some fun, what better way than to make use of her body. After all, she had a nice figure.
"Please alpha it hurts!" She screamed out when my grip on her hair tightened.
I sighed loudly then pulled out of her.
I was no longer turned on or hard. I actually felt upset over her annoying voice and fake cries.
She fell on the ground with a low thud and sniffed. The bitch was really dramatic.
I pulled up my trousers to fix myself and buttoned it.
"Alpha, did I not please you?" She asked in a whisper then slowly turned with soft whimpers to face me.
Her face was wet covered in tears, and under her eyes was a slight red shade.
I chuckled softly and walked out of the room. I had no time to entertain a slut like her.
A few of my men were standing a few meters away from the door waiting for my next order.
"Gather anything valuable in this pack as well as the woman. As for the rest, burn it to the ground." I ordered as I went downstairs.
"And the woman in this study room?" One of my warrior warriors asked in a respective tone.
"Let them fuck her." Axel my wolf answered calmly.
"Do as you want with her." I answered then walked out.
It was no secret how my pack members worked and lived.
Midnight pack was one of the most strongest and feared packs in the whole wide world. And what did the other packs call me its Alpha.
Lucifer. A demon without reason. And they were right because killing was one of the best things I enjoyed doing. After living this hell hole one would call a life, I learned that having emotions such as love and kindness were nothing but a weakness and that's why I vowed to never entertain such shit. I fucked around and did as I saw fit because that's what all Alphas were meant to do.
I had a sexy wife who was very submissive and beautiful, but she didn't only belong to me because I let every high rank in my pack fuck her, I felt nothing for her and she knew it. Her role was to satisfy me without question or distrust. To me, she was my means of release and pride.
My pack not only shared everything, they shared everyone. To us, there was no such thing as a mate because of the generation curse that the moon goddess bestowed upon us.
Conquering packs for fun was our hobby. And cursing blood on the ground was the thrill that made us come alive.
"Alpha." Neo, my beta called through our mind link.
"What," I answered back lazily.
"Our men........" He began but from nowhere his voice went dim and all the noise around me instantly died. The only voice I could hear was a soft female voice crying out for help.
Her voice made Axel shift within me. I could feel my skin ignite goosebumps and without thinking about anything, I found myself rushing to the woods where the voice was coming from. My breath was labored and sweat was forming on my forehead as her screams got louder and clearer. Axel was at the edge of shifting and I could feel the adrenaline rush course through us the faster my pace became.
"Please, I don't want this. No, I don't want this. I was saving myself for my mate." She screamed as her slim figure came in view.
She was laying on the ground pinned by two of my men who were holding each side of her hands. Hovering on top of her was Blade my delta who was unbuckling his belt.
I angrily rushed towards him with a loud growl. He quickly turned and looked at me in shock, before he could react my hand went on his neck lifting him up in mid-air. My claws slightly pierced his skin and my grip tightened more.
Axel wanted him dead and I could feel his anger and frustration.
"Alpha." The two warriors called behind me.
I dropped my hand from Blade's neck and took in a deep breath then released it.
What was wrong with me!. This wasn't like me to hurt my own obedient men who had never made a mistake or gone against me.
I couldn't understand why I had done that, it made no sense.
"Leave," I whispered huskily then turned and faced the men.
They quickly moved and helped Blade up.
"Excuse us alpha." They said together and quickly rushed to the pack house.
I brushed my hand through my hair and looked at the female on the ground who was now moving backwards in fear with her face lowered to the ground and one of her hands covering her breast. She was completely naked and had a lot of dark bruises on her body. No matter how I looked at it, the bruises weren't only from my men, it was like she was given those by her pack members.
"Don't piss me off more than I already am." I warned huskily.
Immediately, she stopped her movement and stilled herself.
At least she knew how to act and listen.
I got closer and knelt on one knee in front of her. She immediately tensed and held in her breath.
"Who gave you those bruises." I asked in a low tone while I moved my hand to her chin to make her look at me.
I was expecting her to scream or fight back because she showed how stubborn she was when taken by force, but she slowly looked up surprising me.
To say she was beautiful was an understatement. She was more than beautiful. Despite having a dirty wet face, her beauty shown entirely and her ocean blue eyes were truly mesmerizing. Her plump lips were slightly busted at the corner and her cheeks slightly tainted in red.
My eyes went to her shoulders. Her long black hair covered them all the way up to her breasts.
I moved my hand to the hand that was covering her breast.
I wanted to see everything!.
Never was I this interested in a woman, but for some reason, I was very much interested in her.
I tried moving her hand and surprisingly she willingly dropped it, revealing her small full breast and beautiful nipple.
Her dark tanned skin enhanced her beauty.
I closed my eyes and took in a deep breath again. Fuck!. Was I getting erect just by seeing part of her body!.
Something about her wasn't adding up.
I forced myself to my feet and cleared my throat.
"You would do well to serve my wife as her slave." I said seriously as her expression instantly changed.
Not a few minutes ago she was scared, but when I asked her about who bruised her. Her expression softened, now she looked shocked.
"Wife?" She asked in what sounded like disbelief.
I raised my brow and smirked. What did she think, that I was single?. Despite being 40 years old, I still had my young looks. Moreover, our kind slowly aged.
"You aren't deaf right?" I fired back.
Her eyes were instantly filled with forming tears.
I swallowed hard and frowned at the uneasy feeling I was feeling. Axel was quiet but he too wasn't calm upon seeing her sad face.
"But I am your mate." She whispered shocking me.
Warning:18+ Do you want me to kiss or fuck you?" He asked pissing me off. "Do I look that desperate as to open my legs for you?" I fired back then held my breath when his eyes began switching from his usual color to a dark red. "You have a sweet tempting mouth. There are a lot of things I could shove in, that includes your soon to be favorite toy, do you know what that is?" He asked while moving closer. I wanted to move backward but my legs were stuck to the ground. "Do you know what your favorite toy will be?"He asked again in a low growl. "No," I answered in a sharp breath. He grabbed my hand and pressed it on his hard cock. "This, if you continue acting all smart with your mouth, you will get this shoved into your mouth." He warned as I quickly pulled back my hand back with a rapid beating heart. "I love how virgins react when they are being teased, can you now get the f**k out of my office." He demanded. I quickly looked around and noticed that I really was in his office. I turned and I was about to leave when he held my hand tightly. The tiggles that erupted between us made me feel so good and had me swallowing a moan. A cold shiver spread throughout my body and my nipples instantly hardened. Each time I shifted they pressed against my Cotton blouse making me swallow hard. "Are you seriously aroused right now?" He asked huskily. "No," I quickly denied. He leaned in closing the space between us and brushed his nose against my nape. "Shameless." He whispered in a soft purr.
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