My alpha mate is my stepbrother.

Without a new opportunity

Despite hearing Dilan's harsh words, Agatha swallowed her disappointment and looked into his eyes gently.

"Dilan, I... I can change. Maybe we can try something different. I know you'll like it like before" she said suddenly.

Hearing her, Dilan just put his hands on her shoulders and sighed "Agatha, it's no use. I don't feel the same anymore" Dilan replied again.

Again Agatha's heart thudded with a great pang of pain.

At his desperation she grabbed Dilan's hands and knelt down on the edge of the bed and with a vulnerable expression she turned to him "No, we can try again. Give me another chance"

It was the first time Agatha had spoken to him that way. He just looked at her and sighed deeply. In fact, he could not doubt that of all the girls with whom he had shared intimacy before, Agatha was the least annoying of them all.

She had complied to the letter with all his demands. Even two years ago, when he had returned to the pack, he had called her early one morning to meet him in the woods to share a few hours of passion.

At that time Agatha was taking care of her mother, but she still decided to sneak out and go with him to give him her naked body again.

He used to look for her when he wanted to unburden himself sexually, and she knew that perfectly well, but even so, she was always ready to fulfill his whims, while she swallowed her secret love for him.

For Agatha it was better to share a moment of passion with the boy of her dreams, than to tell him how she really felt and have him abandon her.

Yet even though she had fulfilled everything he wanted, now he was rejecting her like that.

Dilan knew perfectly well that Agatha was always there for him, he even thought that she could be his ideal Luna, after all, she was sweet, genuine, strong and intelligent, besides, she used to be interested in others.

But, even with all her qualities, Dilan couldn't see her as more than just a p***y to stick his c**k in when the desire consumed him enough.

"Don't you see?" Dilan said

Agatha frowned as she heard him "See what? What are you talking about?"

"Agatha, if we have to find a way to make this work, it's because it really isn't working. It's useless to think of anything else" he implied with a cold tone of voice.

Dilan's every word made Agatha's heart race with pain. At that moment she wanted to say something, but Dilan's voice was heard again.

"Don't think about it too much. It's not something against you, you are beautiful, and still a very special girl. But, I think this doesn't make sense" Dilan said after a sigh.

"Dilan, what do you mean?"

"Agatha, this is over. There's no point in going on with this" he said still holding his shirt in his hands.

Without even bothering to get fully dressed he took her by the hand and walked towards the exit. Dilan looked at Agatha's tearful face.

She had reddened cheeks, watery eyes and a trembling body. "I'm so sorry Agatha" he said seriously.

"Please Dilan" For the last time she tried to change his mind.

But, before she could add anything else he just looked away and let go of her hands. Without any discomfort he left the room and dropped his hands to the floor.

Jumping up he headed for home. After a few minutes he landed easily before straightening up and sighing.

His mind was a mess, as an uncomfortable erection accompanied him to the front door of the house.

How the hell did that happen, why did he imagine Frida in the middle of the rush?

What the hell was wrong with him?

With a thousand thoughts Dilan entered the house and looked around the living room. With a confused look on his face he crept up the stairs and then headed to his room.

When he opened the bedroom door, he threw his shirt onto the couch and lay on his back as he tried to calm his thoughts.

"What did I just do?" he said to himself.

"We just rejected Agatha?" his wolf said "Well, she doesn't satisfy me" he added.

"Shut up!" Dilan demanded, shaking his head.

After taking a deep breath he got out of bed and headed for the bathroom down the hall, which he graciously had to share with Frida.

As soon as he approached the bathroom a distinguished smell of spring flooded his nostrils. It was a strong and exquisite smell that made Dilan's heart beat fast.

Damn! Frida was unknowingly playing with Dilan's mind.

Shaking his head, he tried to shake off the thoughts and took off his pants and stepped into the shower cubicle.

However, lost in thought he hadn't even noticed that there were a couple of women's items lying on the vanity on the side of his bathroom cubicle.

Dilan hadn't even glanced over to the clothesline, where there were a couple of women's garments hanging.

He couldn't even think about himself as his mind kept wandering to the image of Frida's naked breasts and her huge ass on his lap as she jumped on his c**k over and over again.

At that his body shuddered and he pounded the wall with his fist. Dilan couldn't accept what was going on in his mind.

The way she looked when he licked her wound in that accident, the exquisite smell of her arousal when they were alone in the kitchen.... And even the way her ass wiggled when she wore those short shorts and tight jeans that felt like a second skin.

Everything about her was driving him crazy without even trying. "Ah"

Imagining her still on his c**k he shook his hands and spat on her left palm, "Oh Frida!" he exclaimed in whispers.

Dilan sped up his movements, as he imagined Frida's sexy and provocative crimson lips around his c**k.

"What a delight!" Dilan moaned again.

Her breasts, her ass, her tongue tasting his mouth, everything about her made him feel so hot. Imagining her naked with her knees on the floor and her mouth open was glorious.

However, at that instant while he had his eyes closed and his hands were waving back and forth, Frida's bathroom door opened. Frida's bathroom door opened.