Kaden’s POV

​Rebecca was completely naked. Her back was turned to me as she stood in front of the mirror, struggling to rub a scar-remover cream onto her skin—the exact cream I had secretly told the pack doctor to send to her room.

​For a moment, I couldn’t even breathe. Damn, that ass. Fuck, those hips. My eyes tracked every single curve of her bare skin, and a dark, heavy truth slammed into my chest. Fuck. I missed her. I shouldn’t have come here. I should have stayed in my office, but it was too late now.

​Feeling my heavy aura in the room, she gasped and spun around. The movement exposed the front of her body to me, her nearly shaved pussy completely bare to my eyes. Her gaze locked onto mine, and her eyes widened like she had just seen death himself.

​Panicking, she scrambled for the towel on the counter and quickly covered herself.

​That single act made a hot wave of anger flash through me. Was she seriously trying to hide her body from me? From the man who owned her?

​"Take it off," I commanded, my voice booming with Alpha power.

​She flinched, her body reacting to my command before her mind could even fight it. The towel slipped from her fingers, hitting the floor and leaving her completely bare before me again.

​I marched away from the door, closing the distance between us until I was towering over her. Her lips trembled as she looked up at me, her chest heaving with quick breaths.

​"Alpha Kaden..." she whispered, her voice shaking. "You are here..."

​It was obvious she didn’t expect me to come to her room. She probably thought I would just send a guard to drag her to my bed whenever I wanted her. Hell, I didn’t even expect myself to come here.

​My eyes fell on her nipples, seeing them harden in the cool air, and my cock twisted painfully inside my pants.

​I reached out and snatched the small jar of cream right out of her trembling hand.

​"Turn around," I ordered roughly.

​She looked dumbfounded, blinking up at me in shock, but she slowly turned around to face the mirror again. I stood right behind her, watching her reflection. Through the glass, I had a full view of everything—her soft tits, her flat stomach, her curvy hips, and the dark hair of her pussy.

​I forced myself to hold back, locking my jaw. I scooped some cream onto my fingers and pressed it against her skin, rubbing it gently over the scar she had gotten from the arrow.

​As I rubbed the smooth cream over her back, I felt how her body reacted to my touch. She shivered, a soft gasp leaving her lips. The sweet, feminine scent of her began to fill the space between us, making my head spin. I felt my cock hardening rapidly, turning into a rock-hard rod inside my trousers. I didn’t even try to hide it. I pressed myself closer, letting her feel my thick length pushing right against her bare ass.

​Fuck, I want to fuck her so bad. I miss the feel of her.

​I closed the jar of cream and set it on the counter. I knew I could easily throw her onto the bed and take her right here and now. She had no choice. She couldn’t say no to me—she was my prisoner, my breeder.

​But as I stared at her reflection, a sudden, frustrating thought stopped me. If I just took her by force right now, I would be fucking a doll. I would be fucking an emotionless vessel who was just lying there, waiting for it to be over.

​And right now, that wasn’t what I wanted.

​There is a huge difference between fucking a woman who is just taking it like a slave, and fucking a woman who actually wants it. Who is wet. Who is begging for it. I wanted to hear her real moans. I wanted to feel her pussy soaking wet for me, gripping my cock because she was burning with desire, not just because she was forced to.

​I leaned down, my chest pressing against her back as I spoke directly into her ear. "I want to fuck you."

​Rebecca froze, her eyes meeting mine in the mirror, looking completely confused. "You... are..."

​"Yes, I don’t need your permission," I cut her off, my voice deep and dominant. "But right now, I want you to want it."

​She looked even more confused, her mind trying to process why the brutal Alpha King would suddenly care about what she felt. I didn’t give her time to think. I gripped her shoulder, turning her around to face me, and immediately leaned down to bury my face against her chest. I wrapped my lips around her hard nipple, sucking on it deeply.

​"Ah!" she gasped, her back arching.

​I pulled back, already running entirely out of patience. My wolf was growling inside my chest, demanding to claim her properly. I rubbed my thumb roughly over her flushed cheek, forcing her to look at me.

​"I don’t want to fuck a doll," I growled, my dark eyes boring into hers. "I want you in it. I want you wet. I want to hear you moan my name because you feel it."

​She bit her lip and looked away, trying to avoid my gaze. I wrapped my fingers around her jaw, forcing her face back to mine.

​"Name your price," I said flatly. "Tell me what you want."

​She swallowed hard, her throat bobbing as she stared at me in disbelief.

​"Whether you say it or not, I am still going to fuck you," I added, my voice dropping into a dangerous whisper. "So let’s just make this benefit both of us. Tell me what you want so I can get your moans, your wetness, and your emotion."

​She stared at me for a long, quiet moment, realizing I was actually offering her a deal. Finally, she swallowed hard and spoke. "I want to see Stephanie. And I want to have a private talk with her."

​My eyebrows pulled together, a deep frown cutting across my face. Stephanie was the last person Rebecca needed to be talking to. "No."

​Rebecca didn’t even argue. She just nodded obediently, her face turning completely blank. She turned back around, facing the mirror and setting her bare ass right against my front, completely ready to let me just use her body like an object.

​A surge of pure irritation hit my chest. Fuck, she is completely controlling me right now. She knew exactly how to get under my skin. She knew that treating herself like a doll would make me mad.

​"Fine!" I snarled, grabbing her hips and spinning her back to face me. "But only for five minutes. No more."

​A flash of pure excitement washed over her face, and she couldn’t even hide it. Seeing that spark of life in her eyes made something wild roar inside my gut.

​Impatiently, I cupped the back of her neck and pulled her up into a deep, crushing kiss. Fuck, I have been dying to taste her lips again.

​Instead of freezing like a statue, Rebecca actually kissed me back. Her lips parted for mine, her tongue meeting mine in a deep, heavy clash that sent a jolt of lightning straight to my cock. She was giving me exactly what I wanted—the emotion, the heat, the passion.

​I broke the kiss, both of us panting for air, my grip on her jaw tightening as I looked down at her beautiful, flushed face.

​"If your performance is great, I’ll increase the time," I growled, a dark smile tugging at my lips as my cock throbbed painfully against my pants.