Alethea
I know Alpha Asher doesn’t want me, and seeing me in this vulnerable state, and doing nothing, it feels like a blow to my back.
I just want him to help with the burning sensation coursing through me, to quench it, to make it stop.
I know he has a Luna, and part of me wants to scream at the unfairness.
But fuck, I’m his mate! This mate bond is driving me wild, and no matter how much I try to fight it, I can’t.
“Fuck this mate bond,” It’s overwhelming like my body has taken over and is only focused on him.
I wish the rejection would work. Maybe if I talk to Selena, she can help sever the bond, but even thinking about it makes my heart clench painfully.
The blood bond between us is too strong to ignore, and I don’t know how I’d survive if I cut it off completely.
Oh my goddess, if Asher doesn’t help me, I’ll have no choice but to find someone who will. Someone who can quench this aching core.
It’s funny. One minute, I was about to be taken away, and the next, I was in heat.
And now, unmated wolves, driven by their instincts, want a taste of me. How long can I hold on before everything spirals out of control?
Kayla gently leads me into the bathroom, my mind struggles to focus on anything but the pain coursing through me.
She starts massaging my temples, with a soothing touch, but the ache inside me refuses to fade.
Without thinking, I stumble toward the shower, turning the water to cold. I sit on the bathroom floor, letting the water pour over me, hoping for some relief.
But the coldness does nothing to ease the burning relentless craving deep inside.
“Does the cold water help?” Kayla asks, her voice laced with concern. Her eyes are soft, filled with worry for me.
I shake my head slowly, the tears still streaming down my face. I can’t speak, can’t explain the torment tearing through me.
Kayla steps closer, and she gently helps me remove my clothes. My body feels weak like it’s not even mine to control.
“Everything burns,” I whisper, the words barely leaving my lips, but I can’t stop them. “Kayla… I want to feel… I want… him… inside me.”
I can see the confusion flash across her face, and it breaks something inside me. I never wanted her to feel this way.
She hesitates, then steps even closer, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead.
“I don’t know how to help you,” she says quietly. “But maybe… what if you try touching yourself, imagining… someone?”
Her words trail off, the hesitation clear. I can feel the hesitation in her, too-she doesn’t want to cross a line, but she wants to help me.
“Imagine what?” I ask desperately, with a voice cracked with need. “Please, Kayla… tell me. Anything. It hurts so much.”
She takes a deep breath, looking at me with worry. “What if… you touch yourself, and imagine your Alpha? While you do it.”
I don’t know if it will work, but it’s the only thing that might ease this unbearable fire inside me.
What harm could it do? If it could smother the flames, even for a moment, I have no choice but to try.
“Okay,” I whisper, the word barely audible over the roar in my head.
She nods and steps out of the bathroom. “I’ll leave you to it,” she says.
Now I’m alone. I sink to the floor, the cool tiles grounding me as I close my eyes. My thoughts drift to Asher, the bond we share pulsing faintly, though distant.
I think about his touch, his scent, the way his growls would send shivers down my spine.
My hand moves instinctively, trailing lower, brushing against the damp heat of my core.
The brief contact eases the torment slightly, like a soothing balm.
I push deeper, I gasp as my hips jerk forward, the need clawing at me like an untamed beast.
In my mind, Asher is here-his hands rough and gentle, his lips devouring mine as he claims every part of me.
He is everything I need, everything I crave, his dominance and tenderness weaving together perfectly to undo me.
A moan slips free as my other hand finds my breast, squeezing tightly. I imagine his hands there instead, firm and possessive, while his mouth trails grazing in a way that leaves me breathless.
The vivid images fuel the fire, my body arching as I match the rhythm in my mind, my fingers moving with desperation.
“Asher,” I whisper, his name a plea. I imagine the raw intensity of his presence; it’s almost enough to make me forget he’s not here.
The release comes in a crashing wave, my body trembling as I cry out, the tension finally snapping. But my eyes flutter open, and reality kicks in. Asher isn’t here.
My chest tightens, and the ache is unbearable as the tears become hot and relentless. I curl into a fetal form as my body trembles with sobs wrack through me.
Even now, the fire didn’t die, still calling out for him. But he’s nowhere to be found.
The room is pitch black, cloaked in an eerie stillness I know instantly I won’t find rest again tonight.
My stomach churns with a fiery heat, making it hard to focus on anything else.
My core throbs, an incessant ache that refuses to be ignored. As I shift, I realize I’m no longer on the cold floor. I’m in bed.
Kayla must have helped me.
I glance to my side and find her sleeping peacefully, I wish I could have the same luxury of a beautiful sleep.
But my body betrays me once again. The heat intensifies, spreading like wildfire. My chest tightens, and I struggle to catch my breath.
Gasping for air, I claw at the shirt Kayla must have dressed me in, pulling it off in desperation.
The moment the fabric is gone, I freeze.
Alpha Asher’s scent lingers in the room, faint but unmistakable and it’s impossible to ignore.
The scent alone is enough to reignite the fire in me, and my body reacts instantly. Wetness pools between my thighs.
I sit up, every nerve in my body on edge. But when I shift my legs, warm wetness trails down my thighs, glistening in the dim light. My cheeks burn as I realize the full extent of my predicament.
I’m not wearing any underwear.
I bolt out the door, wearing nothing but the oversized T-shirt Kayla must have dressed me in.
My thoughts are a blur, my instincts taking over. I don’t know what’s driving me, but I know where I’m going.
I have to end this torment. Now. Consequences be damned.
My feet pound against the ground as I reach the stairs, taking them two at a time. My heart races, as I sprint through the hall. His scent grows stronger with every step, guiding me.
And then I’m there, standing in front of Alpha Asher’s door.
My chest rises and falls rapidly as I hesitate for a brief moment. ‘What am I doing?’ But the fire inside me pushes the doubt away. I don’t care anymore.
I raise my fist and knock, a loud sound that echoes in the silence. Before I can knock again, the door swings open, and there he is.
Alpha Asher.
He’s shirtless, wearing nothing but low-hanging sweatpants that cling to his hips.
His chiseled chest glistens faintly with sweat, his muscles taut, his abs perfectly sculpted.
My eyes trail over him, and my breath catches. Every instinct screams at me to touch him, to taste him. My mouth waters as I imagine what it would feel like to press my lips to his skin.
“Ally,” his deep, gravelly voice breaks through my thoughts, snapping me back to reality.
My eyes widened in shock. ‘He called me Ally.’
He’s never used that name before. Even after learning my true identity, he insisted on calling me Zoe, as if refusing to accept who I was.
But now… hearing my name on his lips sends a shiver through me, igniting something even deeper.
I force myself to look up, meeting his piercing gaze. His jaw is clenched, his dark eyes burning with an intensity that makes my knees weak. His hand grips the doorframe so tightly that his knuckles are white.
And yet, all I can think about is how much I need him.
“Just… please,” I whisper, my voice trembling with desperation. “Fuck me.”
Before he can respond, I step forward, pressing my face against his bare chest, his skin is warm, and the unbearable heat that’s been consuming me suddenly subsides.
Sparks erupt everywhere we touch, the bond between us crackling to life.
The fire inside me transforms a deep, primal need that centers entirely on him.
My core throbs, every nerve is alive with sensation. His scent, his touch, the sheer presence of him-it’s all I need, all I want.
And I know he feels it too.