Alpha Kane

This time, Zara realized the situation she’d gotten herself into. Her face reflected both guilt and acceptance. Though I was furious, my wolf and I couldn’t help but be proud of her.

She acknowledged her mistake, but she acknowledged it nonetheless. She understood she had to make amends to prevent similar problems.

Losing the battle was unacceptable to her. I would never agree let Zara spend the night with Alpha Bran. I would rather break the deal and kill him, consuming his entire pack in the process. I didn’t care if it would be viewed with disapproval. No one touched what was mine.

Zara still resisted my authority, but for now, she did as I asked. I immensely enjoyed her defiance, but I also enjoyed her obedience.

I knew what she wanted from me, and I wanted the same. I forced myself to wait, barely maintaining my composure. No one had ever tested my control the way Zara did. I constantly fought the urge to rip her clothes off.

Tonight I made her sleep in my room. I saw the rebellion brewing in her eyes, but I knew she wouldn’t resist. She wanted it as much as I did. She craved my touch, my dominance over her. Such a passionate little thing, the kind no one dared control, and I certainly didn’t.

She looked completely at ease, just like in her sleep. Her chest rose and fell in the black T-shirt I’d given her. If only she knew, the moment she pulled my T-shirt over her head, I had to restrain myself and take her then and there. Our scents mingled, creating something new and equally intoxicating.

She was a little ball of fire that I longed to writhe beneath me. The screams I wrung from her would have woken the whole palace.

I had been awake for an hour, watching her sleep as her eyelashes fluttered. Her soft snores stopped when she opened her eyes. I watched silently and reverently as awareness seeped into her gaze, replacing the sleep that had once been there.

When she fully woke up, her gaze darted to mine. A blush crept across her cheeks, as it often did when I looked at her. She had thrown off the covers in the middle of the night. She lay naked on the bed, covered only by my T-shirt.

Her long legs and creamy skin stood out against my dark shirt. Her firm breasts pressed tightly against the fabric, her nipples hardening of their own accord. She was every man’s dream, and yet she belonged to me.

As much as I wanted to rip her shirt off and bury my face between her perfect legs, we had business.

Her fight with Alpha Bran was cancelled. I was determined to spend the day training her to ensure her victory against Alpha Marcus and his evil deeds. While I knew better than to underestimate my little fireball, she had never defeated an Alpha before.

Alphas are not to be trifled with; they don’t hold that title for nothing. Alphas are stronger and faster than the average werewolf, which gave us an advantage.

She would have to put in more effort, gaining speed with every movement.

Zara’s plump lips parted, and she yawned. She stretched her arms into the air, my shirt riding up her hips. I caught a hint of pink as her labia pressed against her thin underwear.

"Are you trying to seduce me?" I raised an eyebrow, tearing my gaze away from her sweet panty.

A puzzled glint flashed in her eyes. A deeper blush colored her cheeks as she followed my gaze, dropping her gaze to her bare underwear.

"Maybe you should stay in bed?" I muttered, unable to contain myself. "We could skip the beating you’ll get during training today. I wouldn’t mind spending the day making you scream."

My lips were at her ear, my chest hanging over her body. Her arousal was instantaneous, though she tried to fight it. This only heightened my desire; I knew she was trying to resist me, but she couldn’t. I saw the defiance flash in her eyes; I knew my words had elicited the desired reaction.

"The beating I’ll get?" Zara smirked, raising an eyebrow at me.

The look on her face made me smirk, typical Zara. She hated that she couldn’t best me. I was stronger than most Alphas, and that was known to happen. My speed was equal to hers, and my strength was far greater.

"You think otherwise?" I smirked, my gaze burning into her.

"Yes, I think so." Zara’s brows drew together. Her lips pouted slightly, and I loved to see it. Her full lips looked at me teasingly, as if begging me to bite them. If only she knew how much she seduced me.

"Let’s find out," I smirked, getting out of bed.

I threw on my clothes, grinning, feeling her gaze slide over my muscular back. Every time I turned to meet her gaze, she looked somewhere else.

I followed Zara into her room, leaning against the wall while she changed. I was filled with pride when she undressed in front of me, knowing I would see her body no matter what.

Judging by the mischievous glint in her eyes, it was deliberate. Anger and wild passion overwhelmed me as the desire to have her hit me like a ton of bricks. Just when I thought I’d gotten used to the temptation, she’d do something that caught me off guard.

I calmed down with one thought. I could always punish her later. Tonight, I’d put her to bed in my room. I was lenient, punishing her in a way that she enjoyed. Her punishments no longer ended in orgasm.

She was curvier than most of the she-wolves in the pack, but I’ve always preferred women with more curves. She was practically made for me and my wolf.

She was daring in a small but seductive package, with plump lips that begged to be tasted, and capable of standing up for herself. She wasn’t helpless like some of the she-wolves in the pack.

As soon as she dressed, I glanced at her clothed figure. I decided she looked much better naked. The clothes hid her creamy skin and the rounded curves of her hips. Her sports bra hugged her breasts tightly, emphasizing her small nipples.

I ignored her smirk and led her outside. The workout was starting as usual, but Zara and I wouldn’t be going.

We left through the back door and headed into the garden. There was plenty of open space for training. There were no mats on the floor, which meant falls would be more painful.

I only enjoyed hurting Zara when it brought pleasure. Fighting Zara was against my nature, but she needed someone experienced to train her.

We began to stretch, and I found it hard to tear my eyes away from Zara. My heart nearly broke when Sophia woke me, telling me Alpha Marcus had taken her.

For a moment, I stopped being Alpha. I wasn’t sure who I was. I thought of nothing but Zara, not my pack. The feeling was alien, sometimes unpleasant.

"Clear your mind." I pushed my own feelings aside. "Focus only on what you’re doing."