Aria’s POV
I stared at the letter for a moment, my hands trembling. The thought of what it might contain filled me with dread. I couldn’t risk Alpha Logan finding out about it. With a hurried breath, I folded the parchment and left the throne room, rushing back to my quarters.
Once inside, I hastily slid the letter under my pillow, as if hiding it there would keep the truth it held at bay. I was too scared to read it, fearing it might contain words that would shatter what little stability I had left.
My heart pounded in my chest as I paced the room, my agitation growing with each passing minute. The events of the day had been overwhelming, and the presence of Alpha Logan’s anger seemed to follow me around like a dark cloud.
I stayed in my room for the rest of the day, unable to find peace. The letter under my pillow seemed to burn with every thought, but I couldn’t bring myself to read it. Not yet.
I tossed and turned throughout the night, haunted by the events of the day and the unread letter beneath my pillow. Sleep came in fits, bringing with it restless dreams and a sense of anxiety.
In the early hours of the morning, a knock at the door startled me awake. Groggily, I stood up and opened the door, only to find Alpha Logan standing there.
“Ugh!” I snapped, wrinkling my nose.
He reeked of alcohol from head to toe, and the scent of whiskey mixed with sweat assaulted my nose. His eyes were bloodshot, and his usually sharp features were softened by the effects of his drunkenness.
His clothes were disheveled, the buttons of his shirt mismatched and his collar was askew. His breath was heavy with the stench of alcohol, and he swayed slightly as he stood there, his gaze unfocused but still menacing.
“Aria,” he slurred, his voice rough and demanding, “I’m spending the night with you.”
My heart sank, and I wanted to refuse, to send him away, but the look in his eyes told me I had no choice. Reluctantly, I stepped aside, allowing him to stumble into the room. The door closed behind him with a soft thud.
The moment the door was shut, he raised a hand to my face, his warm and calloused. Slowly he stroked my chin, and I struggled not to flinch from him.
“You’re so soft.” He growled. “Such a weak little werewolf.”
I opened my mouth as my eyes fluttered shut. I didn’t want to enjoy this, but I couldn’t help myself. Then he stopped his caress, and my eyes flew open again.
“Strip.” He ordered suddenly.
I blinked once, confused. Strip?
When I didn’t move an inch, Alpha Logan cocked his eyebrow and growled. “I asked you to take off your clothes, Aria. Strip, now!”
“Please….” I whispered, my heart thundering. “Please, Alpha….”
The breath caught in my throat as he moved even closer to me. Suddenly he grabbed my chin and forced my face up, his eyes locking into mine.
“I do not have time to waste!” He snarled, his breath warm and sweet. “When I say strip, you strip!”
I nodded against the hold he had on my chin. Then he let go of me, and I pulled the straps of my thin dress down, feeling the soft fabric slide down my body.
I felt my eyes drift shut as time seemed to slow down, waiting for him to touch me. My heart was hammering my insides were melting and he’d barely even touched me.
I heard him move even closer to me, and his fingers slid over my arm, tracing the curve of my shoulder. He smoothed a hand over my skin, taking his sweet long time.
“You’re mine.” He murmured the words against my throat, savoring a millimeter of my flesh with the tips of his fingers. I squirmed and moved closer to him, waiting for him to touch me.
“Get on the bed.” He ordered. Without hesitation, I found my way to the bed through the stiffening darkness. He joined me quickly, parting my legs with his hands.
I felt the weight of his already throbbing dick, the pressure of his entire body on mine, and my excitement increased because I was suddenly so aware of his physical strength. He lifted his head and rolled away from me, placing his hand on my quivering abdomen in a gesture that was unquestionably possessive.
“Mine!” He repeated with finality, as his hand moved even further down.
“You’re mine, Aria.” He said. And I couldn’t have argued with him even if I wanted to, because I felt the hot, skillful slide of his fingers over my warm flesh silencing any protest that remained in me. I felt those fingers move downwards until they finally came to rest on the almost transparent wisp of silk that still protected me.
My panties.
His hand lingered for a moment, teasing, prolonging the agony, and then, just when I thought he was never going to touch me where I wanted him to touch me, his fingers moved skillfully and he pulled my panties down. The last barrier.
I gave a shiver and a gasp as a burst of almost agonizing anticipation engulfed me.
He looked at me and then his gaze moved slowly downwards as he studied every part of me, his attention lingering on the golden shadows revealed by his fingers. I couldn’t bear this slow torture anymore.
I waited and waited for him to finally touch me.
But instead, he shifted his weight again, just slightly, and slid a hand downwards to my pussy. I felt the skilled and gentle exploration of his fingers as he gently pried my wet folds apart, and suddenly his fingers were on my clit.
I let out a groan of desire as he gently twiddled that sensitive part of me. Our eyes locked, and I saw his own darken as he saw how I was responding to him. My hips moved and shifted, my back arched in silent invitation and I moaned his name in a plea for gratification.
And then the gentle, almost lazy, seduction ended and he shifted again. I felt his weight pressing me down onto the bed, his movements increasingly urgent as he repositioned me and parted my legs with his hand.
Then he pushed into me with one clean thrust.
Shocked by the sudden splinter of pain that stabbed me, I parted my lips in another gasp but his mouth silenced her and he kissed me, capturing every cry and every breath. I barely noticed as he drove deep into my body, straining for his orgasm.
He continued to thrust into me with reckless abandon and soon began to let out forced groans of his. I felt something deliciously unfamiliar build inside me, driven by the pulsing heat of masculine thrusts. He moved in a seemingly perfect rhythm, his body urging mine to respond, and my body did.
Suddenly he stiffened and moaned a loud “Fuck!”, pouring his cum into me as he had his orgasm. He panted as he came, and collapsed on top of me: his hair in my face, our legs entwined and entangled.
We stayed that way for God knew how long. Then he rolled off me, letting out a loud sigh. I turned to him, half-expectant, my heart thudding with the exertion of our sex.
But when Alpha Logan stared at me, all I saw was a deep, burning hatred.