The den stayed quiet after the alphas left.
Guards stood outside the heavy door. Two betas and one gamma. Their scents drifted under the frame: pine, earth, steel. They did not speak to me. They did not enter. They simply waited. Their presence felt like walls closing in. Safe. But also like a cage.
I lay on the furs alone. Body still tender from the double knot. My hole throbbed with every heartbeat. Slick had dried in thin, flaky patches on my thighs. The collar at my throat stayed warm. Leather soft from wear. Silver ring cool against my skin. I touched it often. Ran my fingers over the smooth metal as though it could anchor me.
The heat simmered low. Not gone. Just waiting. My skin felt too hot. My breathing stayed shallow. My c**k rested half-hard against my stomach. My hole clench
