Married To My Husband’s Brother (The Alpha King)

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~Ariella~

Would I be an asshole if I suddenly backtracked on the deal I struck with Ryker?

I had signed the contract. Leroy and I were officially divorced—not without his threat of making my life worse than a nightmare if I ever exposed him. Yet as I sat on the closed toilet of the courthouse, waiting for our turn to be wedded, I couldn’t just find it in me to tear my gaze from the content embedded in the contract as my stomach twisted with worry.

Ryker now has the parental and legal rights to my child.

I would get to walk out with stacks of a million sitting in my bank account.

Mandatory public appearances that I couldn’t say no to unless I had an important reason.

Still, my uneasiness didn’t come from the sudden fear that expanded in my throat, or because of what the contract entailed, or the clause. The one that granted the full rights to retain, modify, and alter the terms of the agreement as he saw fit.

Instead, my gaze was fixed on that line. That one line. I was now exclusively his.

His to claim. To ruin. To f**k.

And I had just signed my soul to the devil himself.

Things were moving too fast and it scared me.

I groaned into my palm, almost nodding to myself for the oversight. “What have you done, Ariella?”

What if I was overthinking it? This was just revenge and there was no way Ryker would be interested in my body, right?

Wrong!

I would be stupid to act like I hadn’t seen him undressing me with his eyes so many times. And he did that, unabashedly. At auctions. At Alpha Summits he had no business attending. At dinner with Grandma Susan—his eyes were only on me. On my t**s almost pouring out of my cleavage. On my lips. Tracing the curves of my ass.

He was the reason Leroy burned my tight clothes and made me wear long modest dresses.

I had been away for approximately thirty minutes and soon, Ryker would come looking for me. If I wanted to run, leave the whole contract nonsense behind me, the best time was now.

Moreover, I had a huge amount in my account and that should be more than enough to start over.

I turned off my phone and smoothed down the cream colored dress that clung to my figure and skimmed right above my thigh. For the first time, I had the autonomy to do something on my own.

The things I ate, the clothes I wore, the jewelry I kept and the places I visited all had to pass through Leroy for approval. Yet I believed he cared about me, loved me and that was the reason he was invested in the tiniest little detail of my life.

But Ryker…

He didn’t choose for me. He made me choose.

I wiped my hand on a napkin, calculating my exit as I sauntered to the door and stopped dead in my tracks, the breath leaving my lungs.

Ryker leaned against the door, a slow, dark smile stretching the corner of his lips. For someone who wasn’t an Alpha, he radiated that aura a lot.

Everything about him was pitch black—his hair, the tattoos bursting out of his white collar, the suit, and the look in his eyes.

“Ry…Ryk…Ryker,” the word wobbled out of my mouth. I tried to comport myself. Give him a clue and he would discover what exactly I was up to.

I arched my brow, forcing a frown. “This is the ladies. What are you doing here?”

The smile on his face didn’t falter, a strange laughter that sounded almost deranged bubbled from his throat. “Did I ruin your plans to chicken out…wifey?”

My heart stopped completely.

Shock spread through my lungs, clawing up my throat as I blinked through it. “How did you know?” I whispered, barely audibly.

His voice was ice cold. “When someone is gone for too long and their phone is turned off, there are only two possibilities. Either they’ve collapsed… or they’re planning to run.” His gaze locked on me as he pushed off the wall and advanced slowly, each step deliberate, predatory. “And judging by the look on your face,” he added quietly, “you’re planning to run.”

I opened my mouth to speak but only a soft echo of a gasp escaped me.

“Tell me why you want to run when the court clerk will be calling us in twelve minutes—”

‘His’ was the single word that looped in my head in circles.

I sucked in a deep breath. “I read the contract again. I don’t have issues with the rest of what is written there—” my eyes flicked up to his. To be sure that he was still listening. “—but that line. The one that says I am exclusively yours?

Ryker slanted his head only slightly, the green of his eyes turning dark with lust. “Ten minutes,” his voice was thick. “And I get to show you what it means to be exclusively Ryker’s”

Ryker crossed over to me in a single stride before the words could fully register, my back glued against the cold wall like I wanted to melt into it.

“What…what…” my breathing hitched.

He locked me in with a hand above my shoulder, his darkened eyes piercing deep into mine. Ryker was standing so close. So close that his face was only inches away from mine, the cold scent of pine seeping into my nose, his erection pressing against my stomach.

My heart raced as he slid a free hand under my dress, electricity sizzling with every caress he made up my thigh until it rested on my waist. His breath was flush against my neck as he whispered. “Want to know a secret, little Ariella?”

“Secret?” I whispered, whispered, heat pooling in my stomach as my nose tipped against his.

“I have always wanted to see what it feels like to hear you moan my name,” he gave no room to think or even breathe. Ryker shoved his finger down my panties, parting my slick folds as a dangerous smile curled his lips. “Look at you already dripping wet for me. So excited to f**k your brother-in-law?” he slid a hand into my soaking wet p***y and my lips parted in a gasp.

“Ryk—”

A moan spilled out of my mouth as he thrust his finger to the hilt. The sensation was different, so good that tears stung the back of my eyes.

I should be pushing him away. Running as I had planned but here I was, crumbling in his arms and riding his fingers.

He thrust in another finger, both curling inside of me and this time, my knees buckled as my eyes pressed shut. “Ryker?” I cried.

“Has Leroy ever had his fingers inside of you?”

I opened my eyes, panting and riding only to meet his heated gaze. “No…”

I was a virgin when I met Leroy and had no experience to compare him to.

Sex with Leroy was okay. That was the belief I held onto until I started overhearing the other Lunas talk about their own experiences. Their conversations were dirty, raw, nothing left to the imagination…and eye-opening.

It made me realize that what I had with Leroy was the bare minimum. So, when I brought it up with Leroy, I talked about how to spice up our s*x life and explore each other’s bodies, but he dismissed me instantly.

He told me not to listen to them. That I was pure and they were tainted. And we were perfect the way we were.

I was even ashamed to say that I had never experienced an orgasm

Our s*x life followed a strict routine—we only slept together on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Sundays. And it was about him finishing his business.

His thumb circled my c**t, a strange sensation pulsing in it as he kissed my jaw. “Now I get to be your first,”

Every thrust of his finger was brutal, punishing as he hooked my trembling legs around his waist while I tried to repress my moan.

Ryker grabbed my jaw, the heat of his eyes searing into mine. “Six couples are waiting outside. We have just the perfect crowd to perform for. Now, you would scream and tell the whole world that this p***y is mine. That you are exclusively mine,”

“Ry…”

“Shout!” He pulled his fingers abruptly, slapped his hand on my p***y and a cry fell from my lips, the name leaving my mouth involuntarily.

“Ryker!”

“Good girl—” he slammed his lips on mine, our tongues clashing in perfect symphony as the taste of mint exploded in my mouth.

His thrust turned rougher while a tremor shook through my entire body until I came around his fingers.

I collapsed into his arms.

Breathing.

Panting and with my p***y spasming on nothing…aching for more of him. This was dirty, forbidden but if I wanted to get back at Leroy, I was on the right track.

“The ten minutes are up. It’s time for you to officially become mine… my wife.”