Divorcing My Alpha Husband For His Uncle

His Desire

Five glasses in, and I still couldn't get her out of my head.

I wasn't drunk. I knew exactly where I was and what I was doing, which was the problem. Being drunk would have been easier.

It would have meant I could blame something outside of myself for the fact that I was sitting here, staring at the wall, thinking about a woman I had absolutely no business thinking about.

That scene where her robe fell, the way it had slipped off her shoulder, added to the look on her face when she realized I was standing there watching her.

I poured a sixth glass and was about to down it when a knock stopped me.

"Come in," I grunted out, letting out a long, slow sigh.

The door opened, and I looked up to find Lena, daughter of a member of my council.

She sauntered inside, not needing a formal invitation; she'd been here enough times to know she didn't require one.

My eyes trailed down her body slowly, drifting over the thin strip of black lace lingerie that started at her chest and ended a little below her ass. Her hair was loose around her shoulders, and her eyes already dark with intention.

She crossed the room slowly, the way she always did when she already knew how the night was going to end.

With her crying out my name.

I leaned back in my chair, legs spread, and watched her come to me.

My body responded, and the bulge in my pants grew. Lust fuelling every urge within me.

This, I thought as she stopped in front of me, her fingers curling into my collar. This is simple. This I know how to do.

She pushed my jacket off my shoulders, and I let her, reaching up to pull her down onto my lap in one smooth motion.

She gasped softly, her hands finding my chest, and I felt her warmth settle against my hardened c**k as she rolled her hips, biting her lips.

This was enough. This was always enough.

I sat there, my hands on her hips as she kissed my neck, my jaw. I tilted my head back against the chair, my eyes closed.

Sera was right, I thought distantly. I feel nothing for her. Althea is a complication. A contract. Nothing more than that.

The thought dissolved when Lena's hand slid down my stomach and below my waistband, wrapping around me, and I exhaled hard through my nose.

I stood without thinking, taking her with me, and walked her back until her thighs hit the edge of the desk. She went willingly, eagerly, her fingers already working at my belt as I pulled the lace from her body.

She was beautiful, with soft skin, warm, available, and I knew exactly what to do with all of that.

I took my time, ravishing her body, my lips on her collarbone, sucking.

Her back arched off the desk when my fingers brushed her p***y over her wet underwear, a broken moan spilling out of her lips.

I tore the panties, two fingers I stroking her open slowly, until she was gripping the edge of the desk with white knuckles, whimpering my name.

"P-please…" she breathed. "Alpha…"

I gave her what she was asking for. Aligning the tip of my c**k at her entrance, rubbing slow circles before thrusting in without warning. The sound she made when I pushed inside her was loud and shameless, her legs wrapping around me and pulling me deeper.

I set a pace that was slow at first, deep, with no rush, one hand gripping her hip and the other flat on the desk beside her head.

Lean was loud. She always was, like it was some sort of claim that I was the one f*****g her. She was the one f*****g me.

"Yes!" Her nails dragged down my back, leaving a trail of pain and pleasure. I grunted, thrusting deeper. "Right there! don't stop… harder…"

The room filled with the sounds of skin slapping against, the desk creaking slightly under us, her breathless and broken voice bouncing off the walls.

I was focused, present, my alcohol filled body chasing a release, and for a few minutes, my head was quiet.

Then something shifted in the air. That scent belongs to one person. The same intoxicating scent that drove I and my wolf crazy filled the room, and I growled, my fingers digging into Lena's thighs as I thrust roughly into her.

Now I can smell her, too?

I don't know what made me look at the door, but I just did. And she was standing right there.

Althea.

The door was slightly open, just enough, and she was frozen in the gap, one hand still raised like she'd been about to knock but never finished the motion.

She was still in that damn silk robe, it was loose around her, her hair down, and her eyes…

Her eyes were wide open and completely fixed on me.

On us. On exactly what we were doing.

But I didn't stop. I don't know what I expected from myself at that moment, but stopping wasn't it. I held her gaze and increased my pace, dark, hot pleasure and desire coiling low in my stomach that had nothing to do with the woman I was f*****g.

Lena moaned loudly, her back bowing, "Yes, daddy, just like that, please, give it to me." And I watched Althea's lips part, watched her throat move as she swallowed hard.

Her eyes dropped down to my ass, just once, briefly, before snapping back up to my face like she hadn't meant to do that and couldn't believe she had actually done it.

I resisted the urge to smirk, watching as her chest rose and fell too fast, and I thrusted harder into Lena according to Althea's deep breathing pattern.

She stood there, frozen solid, her fingers curled around the door frame, with a complicated look on her face that I couldn't fully read from across the room.

Look away, something in me said, and I genuinely didn't know who I was saying it to.

I gripped Lena's hip harder. My pace picked up unintentionally this time, deeper, more deliberate, and Lena cried out beneath me, her thighs trembling.

But I kept my eyes on Althea. I watched the color rise in her cheeks, how she pressed her lips together like she was trying to contain herself.

Fuck.

She should have left. She should have turned around the second she realized what she was seeing.

But she didn't, and that single fact did more to me in that moment than anything else in the room, sending a pulse of desire straight to my d**k.

Then it hit her all at once. I could see it in the way her whole body jolted like she'd finally woken up inside her own skin. Something crossed her face, shock, embarrasment and then she was gone.

She bolted down the hallway, her footsteps fading from the corridor.

Lena moaned louder, calling out my name as she shook, her walls clenching around me as she came. I followed suit, the release hitting me harder than it had ever done before, punching out of me in a low grunt, my grip on her bruising tight as I pulsed within her. I pulled out, spurting out my seed hot on her stomach.

The room went quiet afterwards apart from my heavy breathing and Lena's ragged, satisfied ones. She reached out, her fingers trailing lazily and slowly across my forearm, muttering something inaudible.

I stared at the empty doorway, my teeth clenched tightly and far from being satisfied.

I stepped back, found my trousers on the floor, and pulled them on. Lena propped herself up on her elbows, watching me with a small, satisfied smile.

I glanced back at her, then around the room, then at nothing in particular.

The flat, wide emptiness that settled in my chest silently after had no name, and I wasn't going to give it one tonight. I turned back to her expectant gaze.

"Get out.”