The Feral Alpha's Captive-Chapter 86: I Will Help

DRAVEN

The world crashed down around me, her words slicing through the haze of rage like a blade. Elias, my beta, my elder brother was suspecting I hadn"t healed the pack?

Now unraveling because of this viper I’d married. Circe’s eyes gleamed with malice, her naked body a weapon in the flickering light, cum still trailing down her legs as she pressed her advantage.

"You think you can threaten me?" I snarled, but my voice wavered, the slap’s echo still stinging my palm. She laughed, low and cruel, shoving me back onto the bed with surprising strength.

I hit the mattress hard, the air knocked from my lungs, and before I could get up, she was on me—straddling my waist, her thighs clamping around my sides like a vice.

Her hand shot to my throat, fingers digging into the flesh, not enough to choke but enough to pin me, her nails pricking my skin.

"Blackmail? No, Draven. This is reality. Elias wants your ass for what you took from him and one word from me—about your little lies, your failures as Alpha—and he’ll challenge you. Rip your throat out in front of the pack.

She leaned in close, her breasts brushing my chest, her pussy grinding against my half-hard cock, teasing it back to stiffness despite the fury boiling in my veins.

I bucked beneath her, but she held firm, her grip tightening on my neck. "Fuck me," she commanded, voice a silken whip. "Prove you’re still the Alpha I chained myself to. Or lose it all—the pack, this power, everything." Her free hand reached down, guiding my cock to her entrance, slick with our earlier mess, and she sank onto me in one deliberate slide, her cunt swallowing my length whole.

The heat of her enveloped me, walls pulsing greedily, but it was poison now, every inch a reminder of the cage she’d built. I grabbed her hips, fingers bruising deeper than before, and thrust up savagely, fucking my hate into her with brutal snaps of my pelvis. Skin slapped wetly, her ass bouncing against my thighs as I drove into her core, each plunge a vow of vengeance. She rode me hard in response, hips rolling in counterpoint, her hand squeezing my throat to control the rhythm, forcing me to match her pace.

"Yes," she hissed through gritted teeth, eyes locked on mine as the candles sputtered. "That’s it—give me your rage. I only wanted you because you were the one who loved her, Draven. Althea. The only man who saw her light, who wouldn’t waste her like the others. I took you to keep that for myself, to bind you where she couldn’t." Her confession spilled out like venom, her pussy clenching around me, milking my cock as if to wring out my soul.

I pounded harder, the bed creaking under us, my balls slapping against her with every furious drive. "If you don’t listen—if you ever call her name again, chase her shadow— you’ll lose everything," she continued, breath hitching as her climax neared, her body trembling atop me. "The pack will turn, Elias will rise, and Althea... oh, she’ll pay for stealing your heart."

She crashed her mouth onto mine then, lips bruising in a kiss that tasted of salt and spite. I kissed back fiercely, teeth clashing, tongue invading her mouth to dominate even as she rode me. My hands slid up her sides, rough and possessive, before I yanked her down, my mouth latching onto one breast. I sucked hard on her nipple, teeth grazing the peak, biting down until she yelped, the pain mixing with her pleasure as her walls fluttered around my shaft.

I switched to the other breast, sucking viciously drawing the flesh deep into my mouth, tongue lashing the sensitive bud while my hips pistoned upward, fucking her relentlessly. Her hand on my throat loosened slightly, a gasp escaping her as she arched into my assault, but she didn"t stop her threats. "I’ll kill her, Draven," she moaned, voice breaking on the edge of release. "Slice her throat if you stray. She’s mine to destroy—through you."

Her words ignited the darkness in me, but not surrender—murderous intent. As her pussy spasmed, orgasm ripping through her in waves that soaked my cock, I imagined it: my hands around Circe’s neck in the dead of night, squeezing until her eyes bulged, her greedy body going limp beneath me. I’d bury her in the pack’s shadows, claim Althea openly, heal the bond I’d rejected. No more chains. As I came with a guttural roar, spilling hot seed deep into her clenching depths, the fantasy solidified—Circe’s death would be my freedom, slow and intimate, her blood on my hands the sweetest release.

When Circe was gone, Althea would take over from her once I got her back. If Morgana was afraid of never coming back it meant that she was mostly not returning from her voyage—no one would mourn her snake of a daughter.

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🔹 THORNE 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

A knock came at the door, soft and hesitant. My quill stopped on the parchment. "Come in," I called.

The knob twisted slowly before the door opened with a creak, and Thal stepped in. He bowed low—far too low.

He would need to realise that he was no longer a slave. I got up and closed the distance, glad for any distraction. "What is the matter?" I asked.

The boy blinked up at me, his jaw tense, like he had something to say but was unsure. I could see the apprehension swimming in his gaze as he looked up at me.

"I—" he started, then stopped, wringing his hands nervously together. "You—" he tried again and failed.

I crouched down to his level so I would not be looming over him like some predator. I knew I could be intimidating at times—to adults, much less a child who must have heard stories about me in Hollowhowl.

The second we met eye to eye, he gulped and took a breath. "You are Althy’s second mate?" he asked.

It was my turn to tense. I despised the fact that I was her second, even if I should have hated that I was her mate at all. But it irked me, especially nowadays. Still, I nodded. "Yes, we are mates."

I stared at him, perplexed, as something akin to hope lit up his eyes. Then it died, trepidation replacing the light. "Are you going to reject her like Alpha Draven did?"

I should have thought about it—even for a second—but the answer came easily, too easily.

"Never."

My answer surprised me, but I didn’t show it.

Joy filtered into his expression as he stared at me like I hung the sun. "I will help you!" He jumped.

I quirked a brow. "With what?"

He replied without missing a beat. "I will help you make her fall in love with you!"

His declaration detonated in my head—the most absurd cluster of words chained together.

But if he noticed my disbelief, he did not show it. "We will start the first phase tomorrow." For a moment, his childlike countenance fell away to something more... serious.

Thal straightened, the bounce in his step gone. His shoulders squared in a way that belonged to a boy his true age, like he’d learned long ago how to carry responsibility. "Are you in, Alpha?" He offered a hand.

He was neither joking nor playing around—something in his now austere gaze told me as much.

I stared at the offered hand, then back at him. His expression did not falter an inch, his gaze remaining sharp.

I had no time for games, barely any time for anything that wasn’t war planning or managing to hold the clan together with our very limited numbers, especially with the new members we had now.

But something in the boy’s eyes stopped me and intrigued me.

"Better take the help. You are hopeless," Umbra snarled obnoxiously.

"You wanted to rip into him just days ago," I hissed back.

He had no counter for that.

I couldn’t lie that I did not want to repair the bridge between us—not as if it had ever been there to begin with, but at least it was better than this chasm between us now. So I found myself reaching for his smaller hand and taking it in mine. "I am in."