Spellbound by the Alpha

Chapter 14: Codella

Cordella

I came here to strangle the Alpha.

And now? Goddess help me. I was coming on his fingers, his mouth buried between my thighs, and I wasn’t even sorry about it.

Okay, maybe I dared him.

Maybe I slapped him after that first kiss just to prove I still had the upper hand.

But then he spun me around, pinned me to his desk like a f*****g claim, and now I couldn’t think straight.

My necklace burned against my skin, wolfsbane radiating like a warning bell.

It only made me hotter.

It only made this worse. Which is to say, better.

His hands were firm, confident, no hesitation as he spread me apart like he owned every inch of me.

“Mine,” he growled into my skin.

And I was teetering, barely holding on.

“It’s right there, isn’t it, Della?” he muttered, voice thick and dark and maddening.

Then he pulled away.

I cried out, head buried in the crook of my arm, thighs trembling.

“I hate you,” I snapped.

He just chuckled. That deep, cruel chuckle, like he knew I’d say it and didn’t believe a word.

Then his mouth was on me again. Sucking, devouring, and the squeal that tore out of me was humiliating and real, only for him to pull away again.

“Asshole,” I muttered, hating myself for the way my hips chased him.

Then I whispered it. A word I never gave. Not to anyone.

“Please.”

I hid my face, wishing I could crawl into the desk and die there.

“Louder,” he said, his breath brushing my heat. “Say please, Alpha.”

My face burned. My soul burned.

But my body?

My body was aching.

Trembling.

So close to the edge I could taste it.

“I’m not—” He licked again. A wicked flick. My whole body jerked.

“f**k— Please—please, Alpha,” I gasped, almost choking on it.

He growled low, pleased, a sound that went straight to my spine.

“You can do better than that,” he taunted, rough and smug and starving.

And dammit. I folded.

My voice cracked.

“Please, Alpha. I’ll be good. Please make me come.”

He snarled, and I swore I almost came just from the sound.

“Look how submissive you can be, Della,” he growled, hot breath against my slick skin. “A good little witch. All mine.”

Then he went to work.

No mercy.

No breaks.

Just tongue and lips and pressure so intense, so precise, that my magic flared uncontrolled behind my eyes.

My back arched. My hands clawed at the desk.

And when I finally broke—when I shattered with a sob and a scream—a single tear rolled down my cheek.

Because I didn’t just come.

I fell apart.

And all I could think was—

I’m ruined.

Oh Goddess.

I am f****d.

Truly, deeply, cosmically f****d.

Because I didn’t just let that happen.

I made it happen.

Stormed into his office like a woman on a mission—like I had a right to be here, like I wasn’t violating a centuries-old treaty by being inside Blue Co. uninvited. On wolf territory.

And then I let Heston Blue—Alpha, legacy, the bane of my existence—bend me over his desk and wreck me with nothing but his hands and mouth and that voice that stripped every defense I had left.

If anyone found out..

If Calliope found out...

I think I might actually throw up.

My body was still trembling, oversensitive and flushed, the echoes of those two orgasms still buzzing through my limbs like aftershocks. But I couldn’t let him know that. Couldn’t give him that satisfaction.

So I gathered what was left of my dignity, inhaled deeply, and light as a breeze, I pressed my palm against his chest.

He was still on his knees.

Still glowing. Still feral.

Eyes fully gold, lips wet, wolf on full display.

And dammit…

I didn’t regret a single thing.

But I’d die before I told him that.

So I flipped my hair, zipped my pants, straightened like I hadn’t just been spiritually detonated, and gave him a smug little smirk.

“I think I made my point.”

Then I sidestepped him, calm as can be, even as my legs wobbled slightly under me, and reached for the lock.

Click.

The sound was louder than it needed to be.

I glanced back once, just enough to throw one final dagger.

“When you start construction,” I said sweetly, “keep the damn noise down.”

And then I was gone.

Out the office. Down the hallway.

Face flaming, heart pounding, mind screaming 'what did you do' over and over again.

I made it to the elevator, hit the call button with shaky fingers—

And the doors dinged open.

To reveal none other than his beta.

Tall. Lean. Casual in a way that was clearly practiced. The moment his gaze landed on me—sweaty, flushed, unmistakable two-orgasm glow—his brows lifted.

He knew.

Hecate save me.

He didn’t say anything at first. He just smiled smoothly and stepped out of the elevator, brushing past me like he didn’t just walk into the aftermath of a war crime.

“Going down?” he asked, way too pleasantly.

“Yes,” I croaked, my voice barely functional.

He took his time walking away.

“Have a great day,” he called over his shoulder, his voice dripping with amusement.

I didn’t respond.

I couldn’t.

The doors closed and I collapsed back against the elevator wall, heart racing, stomach spiraling. I yanked out my phone with numb fingers and fired off an emergency text to Piper:

I did something. Alpha-on-his-knees-level something. SOS.

I stared at the glowing screen, then up at my reflection in the mirrored panel.

Eyes wide. Lips swollen. Hair wrecked.

I looked like a woman who’d been claimed.

And worse?

I didn’t regret it.

I was so f****d.