Alpha's Rejected Hybrid Luna

Silver

ESTELLE WINTERS

Rut—.

A primal but natural phenomenon.

Sacred — Brutal and unique to Alpha werewolves who had found their destined mates.

It had just one purpose, to increase fertility between werewolves and produce more Alpha heirs for the continuity of the pack.

"Stop"

I sobbed desperately, clutching the torn edges of my dress.

I hoped that somehow my voice would reach Adriano who was in a crazy trance like state by my prayers were futile.

Reason had long abandoned the man before me and he stood, staring at me.

His glazed eyes were a deep colour of gold, his breath was ragged and his body trembling — not with fear but with the unbearable heat of his lust.

I was no longer the girl he hated.

Right now, I was the scent he loved the most and the mate he needed.

I was his prey

Adriano growled in a low tone

"Mate is so beautiful" he murmured, his voice layering with his wolf's, creating a faint echo in the sitting room of the apartment.

And then he descended.

A large palm, hot and fiery gripped my wrists, pinning it over my head as his lips swopped down — no— not for a kiss.

Werewolves didn't kiss during rut, all they did was Claim and f**k — And that — he did.

"God!"

I whimpered.

His callused fingers traced my n*****s before pinching it out, making me cry out loud.

I squirmed around nervously, but it was no use.

He pried my thighs apart and touched my soft wet folds through my panties then without a second thought, he yanked on the flimsy fabric.

Instantly , hot palms made contact with my folds and my knees buckled.

"Don't!" I gasped but he did.

His fingers found my c**t, teasing and rubbing until my hips moved in a hypnotic manner without my permission.

I felt a strange heat rise in my lower belly, threatening to engulf me as shame and pleasure battled Inside me.

Tongue stroking my n*****s, his fingers expertly slid inside me.

Sliding in and out.

"It feels so weird"

I whimpered, overwhelmed with the strange pleasure.

Feeling something in me, threatening to burst and with every stroke of his fingers in me, the feeling hit stronger and stronger.

"Let it out" He commanded.

And I did.

I cried out loudly.

My body convulsed, twisting beneath him as my first orgasm tire through me like a powerful storm.

I whimpered in satisfaction, a single tear rolling down my cheeks.

I shook, liquid escaping me.

I could feel it through our faint bond, that he loved me like this.

Naked, spread out, exposing everything and still bathed in an afterglow of an orgasm he had personally given me.

For the first time ever, I saw his lips, curled up faintly in satisfaction.

He stripped off his clothes, eyes glowing brighter, chest heaving and I saw myself, reflected in those golden orbs.

Flushed.

Naked.

Dazed by pleasure and ready to be marked by him.

My mate.

Then, he inched into me.

Slow at first but then he picked up speed, digging In and out if me with savage thrusts.

Thrusts that knocked the air out of my lungs and had me squealing and moaning like a b***h in heat.

All i could do was feel.

The burn of him inside of me as he mercilessly stretched me with his well endowed tool.

My fingers curled around, desperately trying to hold onto something.

I was like a boat, rocked relentlessly by the storm, searching for something to hold onto.

A growl ripped from his chest .

And then I felt it—

A knot.

Thick, and pulsing, it hooked inside me.

"No!"

I gasped, trying to push him away but held me tightly, growling into my ear as his sharp canines dug into my neck.

My eye sight turned white and pain and pleasure tore through me.

I screamed but the deed had already been done.

I had been marked by him.

His release flooded into me, spurts after spurts, warm and thick.

Just when I weakly thought it was over.

He flipped me like I was nothing and then took my over.

Until I had no words.

Only one thought burned in my head.

"Would I get pregnant?"

.....

"Get out"

It was cold, final and sharp.

A huge contrast from yesterday.

His voice that once groaned from the satisfaction I had given him last night , now uttered hateful words.

Adriano stood, fist clenched as he glanced at me like I was something dirty.

His eyes burned with regret.

I couldn't move, my knees wobbling as I griped onto the remnants of my torn dress.

"But.....Why?" I whispered, my voice barely audible.

He didn't answer, "I said — get the f**k out of my house"

I stumbled out of the door, heart thudding against my ribs as I held my torn clothes to myself.

Desperately praying that the pack members wouldn't notice me in my ragged state, after all I had always been — invisible to them.

But fate was so cruel to me.

"Slut"

The word cut sharper than any blade.

I froze, the insultive word reverberating in my head.

My head turned slowly, dread blooming in my chest.

Another voice joined in , laced with disdain "she spread her legs for the alpha, such a cheap thing she is".

Laughter.

I heard the shutter sound of a camera and I clung onto myself, trying to hide in the torn fabric.

A man passed too close, his hands directly grabbing my breast but I shook him off, recoiling into myself.

He sneered "So the alpha can f**k you for free but I can't even touch?, I thought you are the pack's free slut?".

There was loud laughter

"I — never —" my voice cracked, tears flowing freely.

"Oh you wanna deny it?" The girl sneered shoving a phone in my face "You think we are all blind?"

My world stopped.

On the screen, though blurry and shaky but unmistakably, it was me — moaning and panting, Spread beneath Adriano.

It was a —

Sextape.

I couldn't breathe, I dropped the phone like it was poison.

Then I took offm

I didn't care where I was heading to but all I knew was that I needed to be out of here.

And a few minutes later, I found myself ,

deep in the forests, a place that I had not come to before.

It was silent but one that I welcomed.

Away from the suffocating and condemning voices of the pack members.

Then — her voice.

"How are you feeling my dear sister"

Elaire

I looked up, tears blurring my vision but yet, I could see her curvaceous figure, wrapped in a silk white dress, her blonde hair was in a pretty braid.

"What do you want?" I rasped, eyes spewing hatred.

"Broken. Abused. Cast away even by your own mate —are you enjoying my little gifts?"

"You..... You planned this" my voice shook "you knew he was going to?...."

Her slap landed before I could finish.

I curled into myself, cradling my buzzing cheeks.

"I will tell him, I will tell Adriano you set me up"

Her laughter was chilling and mind boggling, chills crawling up my spine.

"Oh my sweet little Estelle" she crouched in front of me.

"Why are you still lost In your little airheaded fantasies" she gripped my Chin, hazel green eyes boring into my blue one.

"Do you think he will actually believe you?, a mate he hates — over me, his one true love".

Then from her dress, she drew a silver knife, the sharp blade gleamed sharply In the light of the forest.

"Let me show you how naive you really are"

She raised the knife high up in the air and—

'Squelch'

My hands flew to the handle instinctively but I was too slow, her blood spilled all over, warm and red, coating my hand with it's fiery red color.

Her eyes widening in mock betrayal

"Sister — why did you stab me?"

"No— , no I didn't..."

"Elaire!"

My hand trembled at the loud scream, eyes dilated in shock.

I turned and there he was.

Adriano.

His eyes spewed hatred as he took in the scene before him.

Elaire — bleeding in my arms, her life slowly draining away.

"What have you done Estelle?"