THE ALPHA QUAD'S DIRTY SAINT

Chapter 9—No little girl sits on a ckc like I do

DONATELA

Fuck! Holy Fuckkk!!

Like… I was crying! Crying because Cahiah rejected the mate bond or crying because I had invited a monster into my life?

Normally, my chest hurts so much because of the rejection. Mate bonds are bound to be painful on the latter.

But tears… f**k! I hate this nature.

Cahiah openly declared world war III against me casually as if I was his long time sworn enemy. He even accused me of what I never did as if I ever cared if he had any other name or not.

What a shitty life! What an arrogant bad wolf.

“Em…” that was Sister Veronica for sure!

I wiped my face quickly and turned sharply and yes. It was her church gossiper

“Holy molly, sister, why are you here again?”

She ran close to me while looking around cautiously. “Hey, Little Saint… I mean Dona. There's something I must tell you.”

Here she goes again. “What?”

“Did you know that the Fathers are actually here as priests for a short term?”

What the heck… Just how much did this woman know about this place? I got up. “Where did you hear that from?”

She bent closer. “I overheard the elder Pope and the Alpha talking on the phone. The pope was warning the alpha that your stepbrothers are the peak of the ritual and that they should not back out this time.”

“Whar ritual?”

She looked around again. What a nosey woman. I guess gossiping is the only way to pacify herself for staying unfucked all her life. “Actually…” She looked around again. “Don't tell anyone I told you this…”

I quickly grabbed her hand. “Okay, I'm giving only you the permission to call me little saint, sis. Trust me.” If letting her call me that is the only way to win her trust. Then so be it.

“You know before you and your mum came here… The Fathers didn't live together with the Alpha. I heard something would happen if they're together. But all of a sudden, they moved into the Alpha mansion together and changed names and took the vows.”

Gotcha! I've always known something was wrong since I arrived. The four boys are physically well built. Why would they suddenly become some dull priest in cassock?

“Did you happen to know their names?”

She swallowed. “Actually… I was friends with their mother before her death.”

Good. This gossiper was useful for me after all. “Wow…”

“Yes….”

AT NIGHT- BACK AT HOME

I thought being in the bath would help, but Lord help me, it only got worse.

My heart palpitations weren't like the ones I get when I was having silly dreams about my stepbrothers in secret, this one was painful in a way that I wished I could just cry it out but I couldn't.

My chest was tight, the thoughts of the Alpha's real names almost cracking me up.

Who gives his sons such weird names? So Cahiah's real name was August and Knight was April while Reign was June and Zion July.

I wished I could laugh. My palpitations didn't allow it.

But whatever it was that made them become priests is not my concern. I got out of the bath at exactly 8:00pm and I ate alone until I was at my door.

“Little Saint.” Knight called.

I have ignored him all these days since what happened and he'd never appeared much. I could easily ignore him right now by pretending I didn't hear but I stopped.

“Father Knight?”

He walked up to me, and dang it! Knight was unclad, just a towel around his groin.

I stood frozen. Just to hold my steeze until he said whatever he had to say. Just hold it in, Dona. Breathing in and out for a few minutes, I faced him with a tight smile. “Why…aren't you at the table for dinner?”

Knight reached out and placed a hand on my shoulder. “Hey, are you fine?”

Oh God! Is this how I die? My whole body went up in flames. Plus the heart palpitations, and strange feeling of dread, I lost my mind for a second.

Knight shook me again. “Little saint, are you okay?” he asked again.

I stared at him blankly. “Em…I… I think I'm running mad, Father.” f**k! Why did I say that? “No. I mean… I'm fine.”

Knight looked flustered for the first time since I knew him. I bit his lips. “But you're not feeling anything? Maybe a headache or something out of the ordinary?”

Why was he trying to know if anything was wrong with me or not? Did he know about Cahiah's rejection?

“I…” He stopped, looked down like he was scared to say whatever the matter was. “I mean.. just go back in and sleep. You can drink something warm to feel better.”

“But why are you doing this all of a sudden, Father?” My patience went thin. “If anything is going to happen, let me know. Are you going to…” His kiss sealed the rest of the words.

For a second I tried to push him off. But Knight was stronger, and my foolish body hormones took over. In the next minute, I was melting in his arms.

Knight was gentle when I stopped struggling, slowly licking my lower lips and his tongue exploring the corner of my lips.

Lord Jesus! This was the f*****g best I ever had! The last time everything we did was in a fit of drunkenness and it was never this sober and gentle.

Slowly, I reached out and touched his skin, pulling him with me until we both fell to my bed and I on top of him

Knight stopped. “Little Saint…”

“Call me Dirty saint, Father. No little girl sits on a c**k like I do, right?”

Knight shook his head. “You’re unbelievable!”

I pounced on him like a prey, kissing him as my hips grinded against his already throbbing c**k. I wasn't thinking. My mind was empty, my brain felt hollow.

The palpitations had morphed into something else…than I was expecting.

The church, my mother, the Alphas, or if this man under me was a priest—All were temporarily forgotten. The only thing I knew to write now was that I'M DONATELA. Just me and this man under me? Was my mate.

Knight pulled on my cloth trying to get it off. I could feel the heat of his wolf rushing to his groin. I stopped kissing and raised my head.

“Wanna go further?”

“By God I wanna.” His voice dropped an octave.

I yanked the top off, my t**s bouncing as I did so. Gently, I bent forward, pressing the n*****s near his mouth. Knight dropped them hungrily, biting and nimbly like a baby.

My c**t hitched with need. I couldn't help the groan as he switched to the other breast, almost biting me.

Eventually, Knight got on top of me — his c**k rested on my belly since the towel was gone and his balls dangling as he tried to balance himself while milking my tires hungrily.

From there, he kissed down… down until he got to my hips and stopped. “Hun?”

“I don't want to take your innocence.” He was slightly shaking. “I have a past trauma. Can we not do that yet?”

Trauma? “What…” I stopped before I could ask him that. We're both horny right now, asking about trauma is not the best approach. I swallowed my words and reached out to grab his jaw. “Ruin me anyway possible, Knight. I'm not innocent.”

“Yes, but…” he stopped and looked at me in shock. “What? You're no longer…”

He slipped off and laid beside me but I was small under his grip. He was bound to know eventually. So I held my hand out and showed him the mate bond. “Turns out I was mates with Reign.”

“And Cah?”

“He rejected it.”

Knight stiffened, but kissed my forehead and got on top of me again without saying anything. The tension resumed, this time he gently slid his c**k into me, like he was making a dangerous decision.

“Ahhhhh.” It felt like heaven and hell at the same time. Knight was just too perfect. No drama, no questions… just Knight. Well, f**k Cahiah!

Knight was patient, yet pounding me hard. I moaned with each stroke as his balls slapped against my p***y. We looked into each other's eyes and all I could see was me in those starry brown eyes.

Was I falling in love with Knight?

“Jesus! I think I'm gonna cum.” His strokes went faster until it finally came off. Knight shot his thick hot loads on my thighs and on my bed before collapsing beside me.

Both of us panting, his c*m still leaking out.

But one thing was sure…. The man called God was watching and I know something would happen soon just like it happened at the tailor shop and that would be my punishment.

However, I hope that the same God knows that he caused this and I'm still trying to figure out if I would be Donatela, or Little Saint or maybe…Cruella?

***

“Hey, are you courting death?”

“Stop pushing me, you motherfucker! Why will you accept the mate bond? Have you forgotten what Dad said?”

“Stop provoking me, Cah!” The sound of that was easy to identify. Reign and Cahiah!

Grunting madly, I got off the bed, blasted a long yawn, the time was 1AM.

My bed was still wet with Knight's c*m as I remembered him leaving immediately he dropped me in the tub. I yanked my top on and wrapped a small piece of cloth around me because I had slept nakedly.

Why would they be fighting in the middle of the night?

I hurried out knowing the two of them were sworn enemies. Not even after what happened today would I trust Cahiah.

At the living room, Cahiah and Reign were at each other's neck.

“Father Reign!”

I pushed him off Cahiah in a haste. His eyes were red with anger and Cahiah — how did he manage to still look hot in this condition.

Reign looked embarrassed. “Why are you awake little saint? It's 1AM.” He tried holding me, but Cahiah slapped my hand before Reign would reach me.

“Get those hands off my brother!” Cahiah sounded more defensive than I was expecting.

So he's started the war already? What a grumpy bastard.

Knight and Zion didn't interfere, and this explained why Knight was talking cryptically earlier. So they were going to fight already!?

Reign was stubborn, he smirked at his brother. “Who are you to decide anything? Keep your hatred to yourself and crawl back to hiding.”

“Don't talk to me that way, Reign!” Cahiah echoed back. “You slept with her!”

My chest sank. All these fuss for what exactly?

“And what if he slept with me, Father Cahiah?” I didn't hold my intrusive gut. The brothers were transfixed but I continued anyway, who cares. “You hate me, and that’s why you rejected me, so please don’t hate your brothers because of me.”

“You know nothing…” Cahiah pushed Reign aside to face me. “You're now my enemy. A sinner, and a slut like your mother!”

The room automatically fell into a temporary silence.

He didn't look like he said that by mistake. He was grinning darkly so it was intentional.

Cahiah didn't only start world war III he's starting beef — with me alone and his brothers were going to be his favorite toy to pick on.

My head suddenly rewired with what I couldn’t interpret to be electricity or adrenaline.

Something pushed me before I could stop myself.

I raised my hand and landed him a heavy slap. “You know nothing about me and my mother, August. You don't even know yourself and I don't care.”