The Enemy Alpha's Wet Nurse

The Predator's Golden Cage

The sound of metal clashing against the stone floor shattered the suffocating silence.

Clang.

Amara flinched, her heart hammering against her ribs. It was the sound of Raxus's belt buckle dropping.

Following orders, Amara didn't dare turn her face away completely. She was frozen on the edge of the bed, clutching Ares, who was still suckling greedily, while her eyes were forced to witness a sight that should have been forbidden to a captive.

Raxus stood five steps away, his back to her. The Alpha's back was a living map of violence: a network of claw marks, old keloid stab wounds, and ancient runic tattoos snaking along his solid spine. The muscles in his back moved like snakes beneath his skin as he pulled down his filthy, dried-blood-stained leather pants.

Amara held her breath, her lungs tight. She wanted to close her eyes, she wanted to scream, but fear kept her silent.

Raxus kicked his pants into the corner of the room. Now, he was completely naked.

Although Amara had been married, seeing another Alpha's body exposed was a major taboo. And Raxus's body... was different from her late husband's. Raxus was larger, denser, and radiated an aura of raw danger. Even in silence, the man looked like a weapon ready to detonate.

Raxus turned slightly sideways, glancing at Amara over his shoulder. The corner of his mouth lifted into a thin, dismissive sneer.

"Are you enjoying the view, Luna?" he asked in a low, mocking tone. "Or are you comparing me to your weak husband?"

Amara's face burned fiercely. "I am only following your orders," she whispered, tightening her grip on Ares to hide the tremor in her hands. "You told me to watch."

Raxus gave a rough snort. Without covering anything, he turned fully to face Amara.

Amara instinctively looked down, burying her face in Ares's bald head. She couldn't bear to look down there. The man's sheer size... his magnitude... it was literally intimidating. His aura of dominance was so thick it made the air around them feel heavy.

"Good," Raxus said, his tone satisfied by Amara's fear. "Stay submissive. That's the proper position for you."

Raxus walked toward the bathroom connected directly to the master bedroom. He didn't close the door. He left it wide open.

The next second, the sound of water pouring from the shower was loud.

Amara let out the breath she had been holding. Her body instantly went limp.

She looked around the room frantically. Raxus's room was intensely masculine and sparsely furnished: black stone walls, a thick fur rug, a dead fireplace, and the giant bed where she was sitting now. There was nowhere to hide.

Shhhhhh...

The sound of the water did nothing to calm Amara. Quite the opposite. The open door was a form of psychological torture.

Amara could hear Raxus groan softly as the cold water hit his skin. She could imagine the water washing the blood from that massive body, flowing past his broad chest, his muscled abdomen, down to his thighs...

Amara shook her head hard, trying to chase away the wild images. 'He is a murderer, Amara. Your enemy,' she muttered internally.

'Focus on the baby,' Amara whispered to herself.

She looked down at Ares. The baby's suckling had slowed. His eyelids were tightly closed, his small mouth smeared with residual milk. Ares looked "milk-drunk"—full and content. The baby's tiny hand was open, his fingers unconsciously touching the skin of Amara's breast.

A warm feeling spread across Amara's chest. For a moment, she felt peace.

However, that peace was short-lived.

The sound of the water stopped.

Silence returned to the room, this time more ominous. Warm steam began to creep out of the bathroom, bringing a new scent that replaced the smell of blood.

The scent of sandalwood soap, mint, and... rain. Raxus's true, now-clean body odor.

Wet footsteps sounded on the wooden floor. Slap. Slap. Slap.

Raxus emerged.

He had only wrapped a black towel around his waist. The towel hung extremely low, barely covering his prominent hip bones. Drops of water fell from his wet black hair, dripped onto his broad chest, then rolled down past his six-pack abdomen and disappeared behind the towel.

Raxus looked refreshed, but his gaze was just as savage.

He walked straight toward Amara. No, toward Ares.

Amara instinctively pulled her body back onto the mattress, but Raxus was faster. The man leaned over, his hands braced on either side of Amara's body, caging the woman in the center of the bed.

The mattress sank under Raxus's weight.

"Is he finished?" Raxus asked. His voice was husky, his eyes scrutinizing Ares's sleeping face.

"Y-yes," Amara replied nervously. Their faces were too close. Amara could feel the heat radiating from Raxus's wet skin. "He's asleep. His fever should drop soon."

Raxus reached out a hand. His large, rough index finger touched Ares's cheek with surprising gentleness. The contrast between the killer's hand and the baby's soft skin made Amara's stomach clench.

Then, Raxus's eyes shifted.

From the baby's face, his gaze dropped to Amara's still-exposed chest.

Amara hadn't had time to adjust her clothes because Ares had just released her n****e. Residual milk still pooled at the tip of Amara's red, swollen n****e, glistening under the dim moonlight.

Raxus's pupils instantly dilated.

His nose twitched, inhaling the sweet scent wafting directly from the source.

"You're a mess," Raxus murmured. His voice was deeper, vibrating at a low frequency that made the wolf within Amara respond with fear... and attraction.

Raxus didn't pull away. Instead, he lowered himself further.

His face neared Amara's chest. So close that his warm breath brushed the sensitive skin around her areola.

"D-don't..." Amara choked out, her hands trembling as she pushed against Raxus's chest to stop him from coming closer. Raxus's skin was slick and wet beneath her palms.

Raxus stopped. His face was only an inch from Amara's breast. He didn't touch her with his mouth, but his gaze seemed to lick her skin.

"You have another duty, Captive," Raxus whispered, his eyes rising to meet Amara's trembling lips. "Besides feeding my brother... you must also ensure your milk is not wasted."

Raxus raised his hand, and then, using his thumb, he wiped the residual drops of milk from the tip of Amara's n****e with a slow, pressing motion.

Amara gasped violently, her back arching. The rough sensation of Raxus's skin meeting her most sensitive part sent an electric shock through all her nerves.

Raxus withdrew his thumb, wet with Amara's milk, and then—without breaking eye contact—he put the digit into his own mouth.

He sucked it.

Amara's eyes widened in horror and fascination.

"Sweet," Raxus commented flatly, as if assessing the quality of wine. He licked his lips. "And pure. Good. At least you weren't lying about the poison."

Raxus straightened up, breaking the intimate intimidation abruptly, leaving Amara breathless and confused.

The man took Ares from Amara's arms with an efficient movement, then carefully placed him back into the bassinet.

"Cover yourself," Raxus commanded coldly, turning his back to Amara. "That sight is distracting."

Amara hurriedly pulled up the straps of her gown with trembling hands, covering her chest, which still throbbed strangely from Raxus's touch. "Where... where should I sleep?" Amara asked softly, her eyes sweeping the carpeted floor. She braced herself to be ordered to sleep on the floor like a dog.

Raxus pointed to a small door next to the wardrobe.

"In there. The walk-in closet," Raxus replied. He walked to the other side of the bed and lowered his massive body onto it. "There's a pile of blankets on the floor. That's your spot."

Amara sighed in relief. At least it was a separate room.

"And Amara," Raxus called out as Amara started to get off the bed.

Amara turned. Raxus was lying on his side, watching her with golden eyes that gleamed in the darkness.

"Do not close that closet door," Raxus commanded absolutely. "I want to hear every breath you take. If you stop breathing, or try to run... I will hear it."

"But—"

"Leave. The door. Open." Raxus punctuated each word with a threat. "Now, get out of my sight before I change my mind and drag you onto this mattress to warm my bed."

Amara didn't need to be told twice. She snatched a small pillow and hurried into the walk-in closet.

She sat in the corner of the cramped space, which was filled with the scent of Raxus's clothes. From where she sat, through the open door, she could see the silhouette of Raxus's back lying on the bed.

Amara hugged her knees, trying to calm her frantic heartbeat. She had surviv

ed the night. But she knew this was only the beginning. She was trapped in a golden cage with a beast who had just had a taste, and liked it.