Claimed as the Alpha's Second Luna

Chapter 2 The Arranged Night

Annie's POV:

"I can't help you with this, Luna."

The first time, I turned down her request.

"Jack's practice should be over by now. I have to go pick him up."

I was walking home.

I was looking forward to my son running toward me with his arms wide open, just like always, and chattering away about what he'd learned that day.

But when I pushed open the door to the cabin today, all that greeted me was silence.

Something wasn't right.

There was no one in the room, only a piece of paper on the table.

If you want your son back, come to South Spring.

Whether it's a stray werewolf passing by or one of Louis's old arch-enemies, if anyone dares to lay a finger on my Jack, I'll fight them to the death!

Clutching that note tightly, I sprinted toward South Spring.

A strange, bitter scent hung in the air.

It was an aphrodisiac herb that can induce heat in werewolves.

But by the time I realized I'd fallen into a trap, it was already too late.

A massive black shadow darted out of the bushes. I didn't have a chance to dodge. My whole body was pinned against a rough tree trunk.

A scorching, massive hand clamped around my waist like an iron vice.

The man's heavy body pressed down on me with no room to breathe, his rough, hot breath washing over the nape of my neck.

I struggled to lift my chin and saw that the face belonged to Alexander.

At this moment, the aphrodisiac herb had robbed him of his reason.

All that remained in his eyes was the most primal, beast-like instinct, and desire burned through him.

What was worse was that the drug's effects were consuming me as well.

The intense herbal scent and scorching male pheromones emanating from him engulfed me, so overwhelming that I could barely breathe.

His burning lips pressed against me with brutal, predatory urgency, tracing a path down my neck.

I should have pushed him away, but my hands were beyond my control; instead, they obediently wrapped around his neck, my fingers digging deep into the short hair at the back of his head.

The next second, I felt a wave of chill wash over me.

It turned out he'd casually torn those cumbersome clothes to shreds.

My cheeks felt scorching hot. My body, unseen by anyone for so many years, was now exposed right there in the forest.

Soon, I couldn't think about any of that anymore.

That thick, long c**k had already penetrated my p***y.

My body gave in to instinct, and a soft moan escaped my lips.

"Mmm..."

That thick p***s thrust deeper and faster into the tight v****a, and the movements gradually became erratic.

My v****a was stretched so wide that the entrance became translucent, and the friction made it increasingly bright red.

With each thrust, my wetness spilled out over our tangled bodies and down our thighs.

I didn't know how long this feverish encounter lasted. All I knew was that even as my consciousness began to fade, he continued to take me, over and over.

The morning light filtered through the branches and fell upon me.

I jolted awake.

Alexander's arm was still draped across my waist, and my skin was coated with the scent of pine, sweat, and the lingering scent of passion after our wild night.

The man beside me was still fast asleep.

I had to escape before anyone found out!

Alexander was the Alpha of the Ironclaw Pack, Elena's mate!

Last night was an unforgivable mistake!

The forest was especially cold in the early morning. Barefoot, I stumbled along the path.

With every step, the strange sensation between my legs served as a cruel reminder of just how wild last night had been.

After fleeing back to the cabin, I couldn't help but cling tightly to the hem of my skirt as I curled up on the bed, trembling.

The door swung open.

Elena walked in, her gaze slowly sweeping over my pale face, my torn collar, and the red scratches on my neck caused by stubble, before finally settling on the deep purple hickeys on my collarbone.

A sharp glint flashed in her eyes, but then she quickly resumed her aloof, perfect demeanor.

She smiled.

"That went more smoothly than I expected."

I asked through gritted teeth, "Where's my son?"

"Jack is training."

"I've arranged for the pack's best warrior to instruct him personally. This child is exceptionally gifted. He deserves the best education."

"You took him—"

"I'm helping him," she cut me off.

"You don't have a wolf, Annie. You can love him. You can care for him. But you can't teach him how to become a werewolf.

"In the Ironclaw Pack, strength is everything! No one will make way for him just because he's a genius. He has to be stronger than everyone else!"

I opened my mouth, but couldn't bring myself to say a single word in protest.

"I wanted to do this slowly," she sighed.

"But the Council made their third proposal this week. If Alexander doesn't produce an heir soon, another she-wolf would take my place."

She walked up to me, reached out her hand, and gently smoothed out the tattered collar of my shirt.

"You wouldn't want Jack to have an accident while being coached and end up getting hurt, would you?"

I shut my eyes.

"What do you want me to do?"

Her smile returned as she took my hand.

"Keep letting my husband f**k you until you're pregnant."