Pucking my ex boyfriend stepbrother

Chapter4

Alpha Derek

Vanessa lowered her voice to a desperate whisper, leaning further across the table so only I could hear her. "Nadra, that isn't a dream. If he is standing right there in the middle of our pack dining hall, wearing the exact clothes you described, smelling like a wild Alpha, it means it was real. Every single bit of it actually happened last night."

The words rang in my ears like a deafening alarm, i couldn't even force my lungs to draw in a fresh breath of air.

I sat frozen in the booth, my eyes locked onto Drake as he stood near the entrance. He didn't look bothered by the heavy, suffocating silence that had fallen over the nearest tables as local wolves registered his unfamiliar, dominant scent. He just stood there, his sharp jawline set, those terrifying silver eyes holding mine with an intensity that made my skin burn all over again. He didn't say a word, nor did he make a move toward my table. Instead, after holding my gaze for a few agonizing seconds, he turned on his heel and walked calmly out through the heavy double doors of the hall, vanishing into the sunlit quad outside.

"Nadra, what are you doing?" Vanessa gasped as I suddenly scrambled out of the vinyl booth.

"I have to know," I choked out, my heart hammering against my ribs so hard it felt bruised.

I didn't wait for her to reply. I practically ran past the rows of wooden tables, ignoring the curious stares from my packmates as I pushed through the swinging exit doors. The cool morning air hit my face, but it did nothing to quiet the wild fire raging in my blood. I looked around the open quad frantically. Students were gathered in small groups near the pathways, talking about the upcoming council meetings, but the tall figure in the black leather jacket was nowhere in sight.

"Where did he go?" I muttered to myself, my vision darting across the manicured lawns toward the shadow of the old academic wings.

I hurried down the stone path leading toward the quieter side of the campus, where the administrative corridors and empty lecture halls were located. My sneakers slapped against the pavement, my breath coming in short, jagged gasps. I rounded the corner near the old stone building, scanning the long, shaded hallway lined with heavy oak doors. It was completely deserted.

"Drake?" I whispered, my voice trembling as I stepped into the dim hallway.

Nothing. The corridor was empty, bathed in narrow shafts of dusty sunlight filtering through the high arched windows. I took three slow, hesitant steps forward, feeling completely crazy. Maybe Vanessa was wrong. Maybe I was losing my mind. Maybe my brain was playing tricks on me and..

Before the thought could finish forming, a large, warm hand shot out from an open doorway on my right.

A sharp gasp ripped from my throat as the strong fingers wrapped firmly around my wrist, yanking me sideways into the dark room. The door slammed shut behind me with a heavy, definitive click, cutting off the sunlight from the hallway and plunging us into cool shadows.

My back hit the solid wood of the door, and my inner wolf panicked, bristling up in immediate defensive terror. I threw my hands up against the chest of my captor, ready to fight, ready to scream for the pack guards, until the rich, overwhelming scent of dark timber and rain washed over my senses, completely paralyzing me where I stood.

I looked up, my chest heaving, my heart hammering in my throat.

Drake was standing impossibly close, pinning me against the door with the sheer broad width of his frame. His hands were planted on the wood on either side of my head, trapping me completely in his space. His dark hair was slightly messy, and those striking silver eyes were glowing with a fierce, dangerous light down at me in the dimness of the storage room.

I was terrified. Not because he looked like he was going to hurt me, but because the mere proximity of his body sent a shockwave of intense heat crashing straight through my core, proving without a shadow of a doubt that last night was no hallucination.

"You... you're real," I breathed out, my voice barely a squeak as I pressed myself flat against the door, trying to put distance between us.

Drake tilted his head slightly, a slow, predatory smirk carving its way onto his sharp features as he looked down at my flushed face. "Did you actually think I was a ghost, sweetie?"

My jaw worked silently as I stared at him, my mind scrambling to regain some semblance of control. The shame, the humiliation, and the sheer terror of what I had done rushed back into my mind all at once. "I... I thought I was losing my mind. I thought my brain made you up."

Drake leaned in a fraction of an inch closer, his chest lightly brushing against mine through our clothes, making my breath hitch sharply. His silver eyes darkened, sweeping down over my lips before rising back to meet my panicked gaze.

"Have you already forgotten what happened between us last night?" he asked, his voice dropping into a low, gravelly rasp that vibrated straight down my spine. "Have you forgotten how you cried out my name against the wall in the annex? How you begged me to fill you until you fainted right in my arms?"

A burning blush exploded across my face, heating my skin from my chest all the way to the roots of my hair. I squeezed my eyes shut, unable to meet his gaze as the vivid memories of his thick c**k driving into my wet cunt flashed through my head with devastating clarity. The memory of my own moans, the feeling of his fangs against my throat, and the humiliating reality that I had given myself to him completely, it was all real.

"I... I said nothing," I choked out, opening my eyes to stare at his chest because I couldn't look him in the eye. "I shouldn't have... I don't even know you."

"You know me plenty," Drake murmured softly, though the possessive edge in his tone was unshakeable. "Your wolf knows exactly who I am."

Before I could process his words or try to push him away, Drake reached out, his long fingers cupping my jaw with surprising gentleness while holding me firm. He tilted my face up, and before a single word of protest could leave my lips, his mouth came crashing down onto mine.

The kiss was heavy, deep, and utterly possessive. It wasn't a gentle greeting; it was an absolute takeover. The moment his lips parted mine and his tongue slid inside, my mind went completely blank. Every ounce of fear, shame, and self-loathing I had been nursing all morning vanished into thin air, replaced instantly by a blinding wave of raw heat that made my knees go soft.

I let out a helpless, quiet moan against his mouth, my hands betraying me as they reached up, my fingers clutching tightly at the lapels of his leather jacket to keep myself upright. He tasted like heat and danger, his Alpha power flooding through the connection and making my inner wolf whimper in utter submission. He deepened the kiss, his other hand sliding down to wrap firmly around my waist, pulling my hips flush against his until I could feel the hard, thick press of his length already stirring through his jeans.

He held me there, kissing me until my lungs burned for air and my head was spinning in absolute circles. When he finally pulled back, his lips trailing a hot path along my jawline to my ear, we were both breathing heavily in the small, dark room.

My forehead rested against his collarbone as I fought to get my chest to move normally again. "Drake... stop... we can't..."

"We can, and we will," Drake growled softly against my ear, his thumb gently stroking my cheek as he held me close against his solid frame. "You belong to me now, Nadra. The second I touched you last night, that pathetic little Beta lost any right to ever look at you again."

The mention of Asher brought a sudden, cold splash of reality over my overheated senses. Asher. Rosalie. The betrayal, the way they had laughed about my weak lineage while planning their future together. The pain in my chest flared back up, sharp and bitter.

Drake seemed to feel the sudden shift in my mood instantly. He stepped back just enough to look down into my eyes, his silver gaze sharp and calculating.

"He hurt you," Drake said, his voice flat, a dangerous edge settling into his tone as his jaw tightened. "He treated you like trash so he could run after your cousin and play pack politics."

I looked down at the dusty floorboards, swallowing the lump in my throat. "He said I was just a placeholder. That I didn't have the right bloodline to be beside him."

"Then he is even more of an i***t than I thought," Drake said smoothly, a dark, slow smirk spreading across his face as an idea took root in his mind. He reached out, lifting my chin so I had no choice but to look at him. "How would you like to break him, Nadra?"

I blinked, taken aback by the sheer confidence in his voice. "What?"

Drake leaned in slightly, his silver eyes flashing with wicked delight. "I have an idea to get back at your boyfriend. By the time we're done, he's going to realize exactly what he gave away, and he'll be crawling on his knees begging for your forgiveness while watching you belong to someone far above his reach."