The Cursed Alpha’s Relentless Desire

CHAPTER 005

CHAPTER 005

Charlotte woke up with a jerk, her body burning inside out. The weight of Elon was against her; his every movement was thrusting heat into her heart. She knew not how long she had been under him; she knew not the time.

She was perspiring, and her eyes were brimming, tears intermingling with the strength of that which had just taken place. Her body shook, covered with his discharge.

She had never thought that taming the rut of Elon could be like this—frightening, all-consuming, and yet somehow, intoxicating. She had given life to her own fire through the primal urges that he had communicated to her, a fire that she could not reach.

She wanted more. She needed him back in her, to fill her everywhere, to push her to her climax. She felt her nerves tingling with pleasure as she sensed him moving inside her.

Her body was aching, her wetness was streaming down her thighs, and every movement of the strong frame of Elon made her shudder. His growls shook the room, low, dangerous, and animal.

The bed groaned as they banged their bodies together. Elon did not slack, and the screams of Charlotte rang against the walls.

Oh God..., she moaned, voice breaking as he took her again and again.

She had seen him in half-shift before, and even then he had been frightening. She shuddered at how he would look in broad daylight, entirely different.

Elon reached out, his hand on her neck, and he did not stop moving, his hips pounding into her. Charlotte had tried to arm herself, but with every thrust it was sharper, deeper. Her thoughts were racing about whether she would be able to cope with his entire strength.

Her climax approached again. Her head turned with delight, lips opening in gentle cries, and body shaking. She had forgotten the number of times she had orgasmed.

Elon drove into her again, deeper before she could recover. Pain shot through her, sharp and consuming. She cried, her eyes full of tears, the bed under them swaying with each motion.

"Stop," she said, her voice scarcely audible in the midst of feeling and fatigue.

“I can’t… I am so weary, she thought, and how I would like to be relieved, to sleep, to have a moment off from this unremitting force.

Then suddenly he drew back. Charlotte was all in a swollen eye, but she was little aware of what he moved.

She could feel his warmth as he approached her even in the darkness. His arm was round her little body, and he was hugging her to him. Her still-tremulous body shivered as his breath touched her skin.

A moan came out of her lips and was mingled with the low purr that came out of his chest. Gradually sleep took her, and the night started to relax.

Time went by, but she knew not how long. She was awakened by a keen rousing, and her flesh reacted to the renewing warmth. Charlotte looked up and beheld the big body next to her, chest heaving and falling in regular time.

Elon. The name was like a foreign tune in her head. His presence was commanding, terrifying, and beautiful all at once, even in darkness.

Her hand shook as it touched his face. She overcame her fear and had the courage to touch her fingers to his skin. There was a slight golden light that followed the dark lines of his face, hypnotising and enchanting.

Charlotte marvelled at the idea of his fully shifted body. How large would he be? More mighty than life, she knew.

A gentle smile came over her face as she followed his heavy brows, pushing aside a strand of hair to view more of him. His eyes had long lashes, his jaw was sharp, and his lips were perfect. Never had she seen so beautiful a person.

Her heart stopped when his eyes opened—golden red, blazing with primal strength.

In an instant, he moved. His hand caught her, and he turned her over and pushed her upper body to the bed. Her hips rose, and she looked up at him, feeling trapped in the situation.

Charlotte winced as her heart stopped in her chest, unaware of what danger she was in yet. She reproved herself, saying that she should have allowed her thoughts to stray towards fancy comfort in this insane shape.

Her body stiffened as the movements of Elon turned brutal, merciless, and without gentleness. The room was full of the wails of Charlotte, frenetic and unpolished.

The scream of the valkyrie broke the silence of her room. She broke a bottle of velvet wine on the wall, and the pieces lay about on the polished floor. Her hands darted over her rich table, and objects came clattering down.

Selene was standing at the door, with her mouth shut and her eyes downcast.

The placid and calculating Valkyrie raged. Her self-control, which she had carefully preserved, vanished in the chaos of the king's rut.

“She was begging for more?” Valkyrie cried, trembling with voice and anger. She ought to have been begging, screaming, and desperate to live, and she was yearning for it! How is that even possible?”

"And is my darling in his rut?" she said, giving a keen look at Selene.

"Yes, my lady," said Selene calmly, bowing a little.

Valkyrie took a long breath, closing her eyes in an attempt to restrain the tempest within her. Her whole being was burning with jealousy and anger.

Who was that slave? she said, voice cracking.

Lord Fredrick had her yesterday. She sold out on her pack out of selfish motives and was auctioned to the black market,” Selene responded.

“A traitor?” Valkyrie hissed. She could not understand how the court of the king could be filled with a traitor.

And what should the king awaken and find? Was she not slain? "Fury and fear," Valkyrie whispered. “Will he replace me? Will he cast his eyes off me and cast them on her? A slave? A traitor?”

“No. That cannot happen. It should not, she thought, with blazing eyes.

"She shall not walk out of that room alive," said Valkyrie. Before the king wakes, she must die.

Selene hesitated a moment but came to her senses. It might be unwise to end her just yet, she thought; it might be unwise to end her just yet, my lady.

Valkyrie spun around her, in disbelief. “Unwise? That miserable slave wanted my darling when I could not! How is that possible?”

"Precisely why you must not terminate her," Selene said coolly. We find out how she did it, should she survive. Traitor or not, her endurance is… instructive.”

Valkyrie snarled, trembling with the anger within.

Selene went on, "The king does not remember his routine, so we can set up the scene, get rid of her, and make it look like the king killed another slave." No one will suspect.”

The eyes of Valkyrie gleamed. Her lips twisted in a cunning smile, her normal restraint coming back. “Fine,” she said sharply. “I will get my answers from her. Her life will be just the start of her misery.

And somewhere in her heart a question was troubling the mind of Valkyrie: would Charlotte be able to live through another night, or would the merciless passion of the King at last swallow her up?