Bound by the Alpha’s Shadow

The Assistant

Aria’s POV:

The wolf pendant felt heavier than it should as I stood in the massive kitchen, staring at my phone. The message kept burning in my mind. Lucian has been watching you for months. Ask him about the setup.

Who the hell sent that? And why now, right after Lucian had knotted me over the kitchen island like I was his favorite meal? My thighs were still sticky with his c*m. My p***y ached in the most delicious, filthy way. I should have been thinking about how to survive the next year, not wondering if the man who just f****d me senseless had been playing a much darker game.

I deleted the message and tried to push it down. Maybe it was just someone trying to mess with my head. Jax had plenty of enemies. But the doubt had already taken root.

Renata returned an hour later carrying several shopping bags. She dropped them on the couch and looked me up and down. I was still wearing nothing but Lucian’s shirt, my hair a wild mess, lips swollen from his kisses.

“Mr. Vale wants you properly dressed when he returns,” she said, her voice smooth but sharp. “These should fit. He has very specific tastes.”

I opened one bag and pulled out a tiny black silk dress that left almost nothing to the imagination. Another bag had lingerie so expensive and delicate it probably cost more than my rent.

“He buys all his whores nice clothes?” I asked, unable to keep the bite out of my voice.

Renata smiled, but her green eyes stayed cold. “You’re not the first, Aria. And you will not be the last. I’ve worked for Lucian for five years. I know exactly what he likes and how long his interest lasts. Usually until the next pretty thing signs a contract.”

She stepped closer, her perfume expensive and overwhelming. “Enjoy the attention while it lasts. But don’t start thinking this is anything more than a transaction. You’re here to warm his bed and spread your legs. Nothing else.”

I wanted to slap her. Instead I smiled sweetly. “Jealous, Renata? Does it bother you that he spent all morning buried inside me instead of calling for you?”

Her jaw tightened for just a second. Then the professional mask slipped back on. “I’ll be in the office if you need anything. Try not to drip on the furniture.”

She left before I could respond. I hated her. But a small, ugly part of me wondered if she was right.

I took a long shower, trying to wash away the confusion along with Lucian’s scent. It did not work. Every time the water ran over my breasts or between my legs, I remembered his mouth, his hands, the way his thick c**k stretched me open. My body was already addicted and it had only been one day.

When I came out wrapped in a towel, Lucian was waiting in the bedroom. He had changed into a crisp black shirt and pants, but his hair was still messy like he had been running his fingers through it during meetings.

“Come here,” he said.

I walked to him slowly. He pulled the towel off me and let it drop to the floor. His hands roamed over my body possessively, squeezing my ass, cupping my breasts, sliding between my legs to find me wet again.

“Always ready for me,” he murmured, voice low and satisfied. “Good girl.”

He pushed me onto the bed on my back and spread my thighs wide. This time he did not tease. He buried his face between my legs and devoured me. His tongue f****d into my p***y while his nose rubbed against my c**t. I grabbed his hair and rode his mouth shamelessly, moaning loud enough that I was sure Renata could hear it from the office.

He made me come twice like that, licking up every drop like he was addicted. Then he stood up, freed his heavy c**k, and climbed on top of me. He entered me in one long, deep thrust, groaning as my walls clenched around him.

“f**k, Aria. This p***y was made for me.”

He f****d me hard and steady, pinning my wrists above my head. Every stroke hit deep, making my toes curl. I wrapped my legs around his waist and met him thrust for thrust. When he started grinding his hips in circles, hitting that perfect spot over and over, I came again, screaming his name.

Lucian flipped me onto all fours and took me from behind. His hand fisted in my hair as he pounded into me. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room along with my broken moans.

“Tell me who this p***y belongs to,” he growled.

“You,” I gasped. “It belongs to you daddy.”

He reached around and rubbed my c**t fast while slamming into me. I came so hard my vision went blurry. Only then did he let go, burying himself deep as his knot began to swell. The stretch was intense, almost too much, but the pleasure that followed was insane. His c**k pulsed inside me as he filled me with thick ropes of c*m, the knot locking us together so nothing could escape.

We stayed like that for a long time, him grinding slowly against my ass while I trembled through aftershocks.

Later, as we lay tangled in the sheets, I gathered my courage.

“Lucian… was my brother’s debt real? Or was it all a setup?”

He went still beside me. His hand, which had been stroking my back, paused.

“Where did you hear that?” His voice had gone dangerously quiet.

My heart raced. “Does it matter? Is it true?”

He sat up, eyes dark. “Your brother owed me money. That part is real. But yes, I made sure the situation became impossible for him to fix. I saw your picture months ago. I wanted you. So I created the opportunity.”

Anger exploded in my chest. “You ruined my family just to get me into your bed?”

“I would have ruined much worse to have you,” he said without shame. “And now you’re here. Mine.”

I wanted to hate him. I wanted to scream. But when he kissed me again, rough and demanding, I kissed him back just as hard. My body had already chosen him even if my mind was still fighting.

That evening he took me to a private dinner in one of his underground clubs. The place was full of dangerous looking men and beautiful women. Lucian kept me close, his hand on my thigh under the table the entire time.

Halfway through dinner, one of the men at the table stared at me too long. Lucian noticed. His grip on my thigh tightened until it hurt.

When we got back to the penthouse, his mood had turned feral. He barely made it through the door before he had me pressed against the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city.

He f****d me right there, my breasts pressed against the cold glass while he took me from behind. Hard. Fast. Possessive. Anyone looking up from the right angle might have seen us.

Right as I was coming, shaking and moaning his name, he bit down on my shoulder hard enough to leave a mark.

“The full moon is coming soon,” he growled against my skin as his knot swelled inside me again. “And when it does, my wolf will claim you completely. There will be no going back, Aria.”

I was still recovering, knotted and full of his c*m, when my phone vibrated on the floor nearby. I reached for it with a shaking hand.

Another message from the unknown number.

“Victoria knows what Lucian did. She’s coming for you tonight. Get out while you still can.”

I looked up at Lucian, my heart pounding.

Before I could say anything, the elevator dinged.

And Victoria Vale stepped into the penthouse like she owned it, her cold eyes locking straight onto me.