Saving the Alpha

He drove his tongue inside her, setting off another shattering moan that was music to his ears. She was quite an instrument to play, so finely tuned, and if he touched her right, she made the most glorious sounds — raw, intense, absolutely delicious noises of pleasure as he plundered her with his tongue. She grabbed his hair, yanked and pulled him closer as he’d told her to do. He thrust one finger inside her, crooking it and hitting her in the spot that turned her moans into one long, high-pitched orgasm. She shuddered against him, her legs quaking, and when he finally slowed to look up at her, he saw her hair was a wild tumble, and her face was glowing. He laid his hand on her shoulder, and softly, gently, it began to travel down the curve of her back, blindly, with a blind stroking motion, to the curve of her crouching loins. And there his hand softly, stroked the curve of her flank, in a blind instinctive caress. He touched her neck, the softness of his fingertips raising tingles along her skin and spreading throughout her body, bringing a spike of pleasure to her center. 'What kind of spell have you cast on me?' she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. 'The same kind you've cast on me.' His fingers moved up to her cheek, softly caressing like a hardened scar left by the wolves' vicious bites. I could hear my own heart beating with ominous force, like a kettle drum deep inside a cave. Red-hot threads of panic and dread darted through me. My heart pounded annoyingly in my ears, and it was getting harder to stay still. "Sophia? Why is she here? And who is this man?" I pondered, my mind racing with questions. Sophia Everton, the sibling of Connell, is of the same age as Candice. She shares many traits with Connell. The Everton lineage is known for their manipulative and controlling tendencies. But my attention was drawn to the man standing next to her. I had never seen him before, yet there was something eerily familiar about him. It was as if he had stepped right out of one of my dreams. His eyes, in particular, struck a chord within me. They were hauntingly familiar, stirring a sense of déjà vu. I couldn't shake off the feeling that I had seen those eyes somewhere before, perhaps in a dream or a forgotten memory. I looked away for a second to control my heartbeat, but it seemed impossible. I stumbled back from the doorway, my hand unknowingly knocking a vase off its perch. It shattered on the floor, a million pieces scattered around. " Who was that?" I heard Sophia say and When I looked back at them suddenly, he gazed up towards me, which felt like he knew I was standing there while he was f*****g her. I jerked off and stepped back, trying to calm my nerves. I decided to run before he could come out and catch me. I redirected my feet to the opposite side towards the hallway and made a run for my life. I heard the sound of the door opening, but I didn't stop because I knew I was in big trouble if Sophia saw me there, she wouldn't think twice before telling Connell about it. It's the best option for me to run as far away from them as I can. " STOP RIGHT THERE! " He speaks in a deep, demanding tone. The man had one of those dark, deep voices, the kind that makes men listen and women shed their clothing. I refused to stop and continued picking up the pace and I didn't dare to look back at him. The lights above me began to flicker. A few seconds later, the lights went out, turning the hallway utterly dark, which made me stop from running because I couldn't see anything. " No… No… No… Not now, please goddammit!" I thought. Suddenly, a sharp pain cuts through my thoughts, a hand that grips my arms and squeezes too tight. It's Him. He caught me and I felt an inmes pressure on my arm and had a vise-like grip on my arm. He could rip my arm out of my torso. My heart was pounding out of my chest. He could hear it. The only thing I could see was his glowing eyes in the dark void. His eyes were devastated. Large, dark, and inviting, they were the sort of open windows that decent people draped. I was so caught up in them that I forgot about my pain for a moment. " You have made a big mistake," he said in his gravelly voice. My whole body was trembling with fear. I was barely standing. A tear escapes my eyes as I squeeze my eyes shut… " Please, let me go… I didn't do anything" I said, aghast. The silence filled between us, and it was the longest moment of my life to pass. And finally, it came to an end when I finally opened my eyes to meet his eyes. He narrowed his blue eyes on me. The lights came back and I finally registered his facial features. He was a sturdy straw-haired man in his twenties with a rather hard mouth and a supercilious manner. Two shining, arrogant eyes had established dominance over his face and gave him the appearance of always leaning aggressively forward. Not even the delicate swank of his riding clothes could hide the enormous power of that body - he seemed to fill those glistening boots until he strained the top lacing, and you could see a great pack of muscle shifting when his shoulder moved under his coat. It was a body capable of enormous leverage - a cruel body. "Who are you?" I opened my mouth to say something but then I heard the sound of footsteps drawing near. Before I could even cry out for help, he hoisted me onto his shoulder and carried me into a room. I was desperately trying to break free. The moment he set me down on the floor, I panicked. "What's going on? Are you high? I've already told you, I'm innocent, and I can't assist you in any way. Please, release me!" I uttered, feigning bravery. He remained silent, motionless, just staring at me. I resolved to dash for the door, fearing he might be a psychopathic killer. I needed to escape before he could harm me. Glancing over his shoulder, I noticed the door was ajar. Summoning every ounce of courage, I lunged towards the door. But, as if possessed by some unseen force, it slammed shut with a deafening thud. My heart pounded in my chest like a wild drum, echoing the dread coursing through my veins. I threw myself against the door, desperation clawing at my senses. My fingers slipped over the cold, unyielding handle as I tried to wrench it open. But it was as immovable as a mountain. The chilling realization hit me - I was trapped. The walls seemed to close in around me, the room growing smaller with each passing second. Fear gripped me, a silent scream trapped in my throat. The taste of despair was bitter on my tongue... I felt his presence behind me and I slowly turned around to face him. " Please, let me go! I begged him. He stopped a few feet away, assessing me with one smooth glance, and his scent enveloped me, musk and leather, and beneath it all the lingering hint of wild roses. At that instant, I could have sworn I saw something flicker in his deep blue eyes. Curiosity? Confusion? Whatever it might have been, in the very next second it was gone. Replaced by a demanding tone of his. " Who sent you to follow me? Did brother instruct you?" he snapped at me. " Who is your brother? I didn't know them and nobody sent me." I said to him and tried to maintain distance between us. I pushed passed him. He grabbed my hand and swung me back towards him. Then he pushed me against the wall. " DON'T LIE TO ME! ANSWER ME TRUTHFULLY! OR I WON'T GIVE YOU A SECOND CHANCE TO SPEAK!" He growled at me and, for the first time, the fear of death came over me gradually. It was as if somebody were striking my heart with a powerful blow with a fist from below. Fear coursed through my body, causing it to shake uncontrollably. I was on the verge of collapsing. As I closed my eyes tightly, a single tear managed to slip out...I could feel the pressure of his fingers around my neck. When I dared to open my eyes again, I found myself looking into his. There was a sense of familiarity in them as if I had seen them somewhere before... His grip on my throat intensified, making it increasingly difficult for me to draw breath. As I stared into his eyes, an image flashed before me. It was an image of my younger self, freeing a pup that had been caged in a dark, damp dungeon or basement. The image was so vivid, it was as if I was reliving that moment. My vision started to blur, and my knees buckled beneath me. I tried to fight the darkness that was creeping in at the edges of my vision, but it was a losing battle. The last thing I remember was the warmth of his arms. Then, everything went black, as I slipped into unconsciousness.