The mansion's grand living room felt smaller with Alexander's presence dominating every corner. Mother danced desperately in her silk gown, her body moving with practiced seduction, hips swaying, breasts straining against the fabric as she tried to draw his gaze. But Alexander's silver eyes never left me. His fingers were buried deep inside my p***y under my skirt, pumping slowly while I sat on his lap, my head resting against his broad chest.
“Deeper,” he commanded Mother without looking at her. “Show your Alpha how grateful you are for the roof over your head.”
Mother’s cheeks burned with humiliation, but she obeyed, dropping lower, arching her back, her movements becoming more slutful and needy. I watched her with a mix of pity and triumph as Alexander’s fingers curled inside me, rubb
