Episode2
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“What have I done?”
The whisper hung in the air as I watched him collapse, the blood spread across the floor in a dark tide.
For a slow second, the world was silent.
Then the gun slipped from my numb fingers as I rushed forward.
I pulled Luca away from Fredrick’s loosening grip.
My son was like a statue in my arms.
He was pale and stiff and his eyes were wide but seeing nothing.
“Luca,” I murmured, rubbing his back in frantic, soothing circles. “Baby, it’s okay. Mommy has you.”
He didn’t cry.
That silence was more terrifying than any scream he would have let out.
Alpha Fredrick lay on the floor, his chest jerking weakly.
I waited for the guilt to swallow me, but all I felt was the memory of his hand on my son.
I remembered why I ran five years ago.
I was right to leave.
But the question haunted me: *How did he find us?*
Heavy footsteps thundered in the hallway.
The door was thrown open as palace guards burst in.
Their weapons were leveled.
“What happened here?” the lead guard growled.
His eyes locked onto the bleeding Alpha, then he looked at the gun on the floor.
“Did you do this?”
A knot of terror tightened in my throat and choked my words.
But Jane stepped forward.
Her voice cut through the tension like a blade.
“It was an act of self-defense,” she said, her gaze steady. “Alpha Fredrick crossed every boundary. He threatened my friend and her child in a fit of rage. She did what she had to do to protect her child and herself.”
The guards exchanged look.
Jane’s status as the King's daughter carried more weight than any explanation I could offer.
They lowered their weapons as they all moved to lift Fredrick.
They carried him away to the healers.
He looked at me and he gave me a weak, promising glare that told me this wasn't over.
“I can’t stay here,” I told Jane, my voice trembling.
“I need to get him somewhere safe.”
Jane placed a hand on my shoulder.
“Are you sure you’re alright?”
“I will be, but right now, Luca is my only priority.”
I turned to leave.
The chill of the hallway stopped me.
I looked back at Jane who was standing alone in the wreckage of her room.
“Come back with us. To the palace.”
She recoiled as if I’I have struck her.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“You aren’t safe here, Jane. If Fredrick found me, his people know where you are. Your father… Alpha Martins… he cares about you. More than you know.”
Silence stretched between us.
She looked at the floor.
Her eyes reflected a war between pride and fear.
Finally, she exhaled.
“Only because you need me, Melissa.”
The return to the palace was a blur.
I ignored the servants and the interrogators and I focused entirely on Luca.
I stayed by his side until his breathing evened out.
He fell into a deep sleep.
Only then did I retreat to my own chambers.
The door had barely clicked shut behind me when Alpha Martins burst in.
His massive frame filled the doorway.
His golden eyes scanned the room frantically.
They locked onto me and all I saw was relief flooding his features.
“Bless the Moon Goddess,” he rasped.
He crossed the space in two powerful strides and his strong arms enveloped me instantly.
He pulled me hard against his chest and I melted into him, inhaling his scent.
His large hand stroked down my back in soothing circles.
“I’m going to rip that bastard apart,” he growled against my hair.
His voice vibrated with barely restrained rage.
“It’s over,” I whispered, easing back just enough to meet his gaze. “And… I brought Jane home with me.”
His breath caught.
“She came willingly? Does this mean—”
“I don’t know if she’s forgiven you yet,” I said softly, “but she’s ready to try to move for—”
The rest of my sentence vanished as his mouth crashed onto mine.
The kiss was hungry and desperate, full of teeth and tongue and need.
I moaned into him as my fingers threaded through his thick hair.
I pulled him closer as our bodies aligned.
Heat pooled low in my belly.
I felt the hard ridge of his c**k pressing against me and all I wanted to do was hump against it.
He walked me backward and my spine met the wall with a soft thud.
His lips left mine and trailed hot kisses down my throat.
He reached the sensitive spot below my ear and sucked hard as I let out a helpless whimper.
My knees weakened.
His hands slid under my torn shirt as his palms cupped my breasts and his thumbs circled my n*****s.
They stiffened into tight peaks.
“Please,” I gasped, arching into his touch.
A dark chuckle rumbled from his chest.
In one swift motion he ripped my shirt and bra off.
The fabric tore like paper.
Cool air hit my bare skin.
Then his hot mouth closed over one n****e.
His tongue flicked me.
His fingers pinched and rolled the other.
Pleasure shot straight to my core.
I was already soaking through my panties.
He dropped to his knees without warning.
He yanked my pants and underwear down in a single tug.
I barely had time to steady myself before his broad shoulders pushed my thighs apart and his hot mouth was on me.
The first slow lick through my slick folds tore a cry from my throat.
He just groaned against me, the vibration making me shudder.
“f**k, you taste so perfect,” he growled.
His voice was muffled against my p***y.
Then he devoured me.
His tongue plunged deep as he f****d me in steady thrusts.
He circled my swollen c**t once more with precision and two thick fingers slid inside me.
They curled to stroke a spot that made my vision go stark white.
I gripped his hair and rocked my hips against his face, silently pleading for more.
He sucked my c**t hard while his fingers pumped faster.
The o****m hit me like a storm.
It was sharp and blinding. My thighs clamped around his head as I came with a broken moan, my p***y pulsing around his fingers.
He lapped up every drop and even drew it out until I was trembling.
Only then did he rise, his eyes glowing with satisfaction.
His lips glistened with my release but that didn't stop him from kissing me again.
He let me taste myself on his tongue while his hands returned to my breasts.
Thumbs teased my n*****s back to aching peaks.
His mouth followed.
He sucked one deep and hard.
His teeth grazed me enough to make me gasp.
He was already hard again.
He was impossibly harder.
He ground against my thigh.
He moved to the other breast.
He was ready for round two.
The door flew open.
“Melissa, what is taking you so lo—?”
Jane’s voice cut off abruptly.
She stood frozen in the doorway.
Her eyes were wide with shock.
She saw her father’s mouth on my bare n****e.
My fingers were still tangled in his hair.
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