Torn Between Two Alphas

Three - Alpha’s Obsession

My wolf was hungry and decided Lilah was food. And I could feel my control was slipping.

Hunger was now the only thing that sang in my blood. A hunger that I hadn’t quenched in five years.

A hunger that Delilah’s return had made worse.

Fuck.

I shouldn’t be thinking about Delilah like this. I shouldn’t be thinking about her at all.

Yet here I was, hiding away in my room fighting off the sick rush of blood hardening my c**k at the mere memory of her in that crimson dress.

With the bond between me and Naomi weakening with each passing day, I knew this day would come. No mated wolf was supposed to go this long without s****l release.

But why did it have to be Delilah?

The pressure inside my jeans grew as the powerful craving coasted through me. My wolf howled and clawed, filling me with voiceless demand to take her, f**k her, claim her.

“f**k my life,” I muttered.

Lilah was my daughter’s best friend. I’d known her since she was a f*****g pup. It was wildly inappropriate. All shades of f****d up.

Not to mention my Naomi was sick and I needed to be there for her.

But my wolf didn’t give a f**k. It filled my blood with desire after sniffing her scent and raged when I refused to give in. It couldn’t understand the implications of craving an Omega I couldn’t f*****g have.

Lilah’s arousal was supposed to be just like every other Omega’s. A scent I grew accustomed to simply because I couldn’t control the reaction being an Alpha caused around the females.

But her scent burrowed into my brain and stayed there.

Nothing made it go away. I chalked it up to stress from worrying about Naomi’s health. I convinced myself it was merely the consequences of a weakening bond. That with time it would fade. After I granted her permission to leave and my wolf’s hunger subsided, I thought everything was controlled.

Until last night, when a small whiff of the sugary rose smell pooling between her legs had become my wolf’s undoing.

He whined and howled inside me, aching for her touch like she was the only thing that cure his darkness.

With a low, frustrated groan, I unbuckled my belt and yanked my jeans open. My c**k sprang out rock hard and so swollen that it f*****g hurt. I wrapped my large fist around it and hissed. The tip was leaking pre-c*m, turning a bruised red that begged for Delilah’s p***y to sink into.

I gave it a rough stroke, eyes falling shut as carnal images of Delilah flooded my mind. She was on her knees naked, beautiful breasts and plump curves on full, mouth-watering display.

My wolf liked this image and held onto it as I pumped my fist, squeezing the base and drawing a moan from the back of my throat.

I pictured her lips parting to take my length, her freckled cheeks stretching to accommodate it, those wide blue eyes gazing up at me as I took away the innocence of her pretty mouth.

“That’s it, baby girl,” I growled under my breath, stroking harder. “Such pretty mouth sucking my ah—“

My balls tightened as the fantasy evolved with her now bent over my desk, that short crimson dress rucked up around her waist, her p***y dripping with arousal that overpowered my senses.

How my wolf would love to spread her round plumpy ass, how it would love to sink claws into her buttery flesh.

It would take her in one thrust, rage as she screams my name. And I’d fill her womb with my seed, watch it leak down her thighs like a creamy river.

“f**k… Delilah,” I snarled, my fist flying up and down my c**k in urgent strokes. Precum oozed over my fingers, sticky and slippery. My thumb pressed over the sensitive head, imagining it was her tongue.

Oh, the wonders that tongue would do. My wolf howled in agreement, feral with need.

The pressure built fast and vicious. My muscles clenched, my hips jerking, my fist driving with punishing strokes, chasing an orgasm that would put me out of this f****d up fantasy.

Delilah was riding me now, her walls so tight, her moans so loud, her pace so perfect.

“Come for me, Alpha.” I heard the little whisper echo in my head. “Fill me up.”

With a guttural groan, I exploded. Thick ropes of c*m shot across my desk, narrowly missing the papers I was supposed to be reading. My fist tightened, directing the rest of the load to the floor.

When it finally stopped, I slumped back in the chair, chest heaving, c**k still twitching in my messy hand.

“f**k,” I breathed as I felt my wolf recede, sated for now.

A sharp knock at the door snapped me out of it.

“Alpha.” Kaden’s voice called out.

I cursed under my breath, quickly tucking away and zipping up my jeans. I left the mess to clean later, wiped my hands with a discarded shirt and crossed to the door in quick strides.

Kaden stood in the hallway with two of the pack’s best healers. They stepped back when I came out, closing the door behind me.

Their faces were grim.

My heart gave a sharp, worried spike. “What has happened?”

“The Luna's sickness has fully spread, Alpha.” The older healer bowed as he spoke. “Her wolf is fighting a…losing battle. I’m afraid we can’t help her anymore, we’re simply prolonging her suffering.”

My brows furrowed.

The Beta shuffled uncomfortably. “A swift, merciful death might be kinder—”

“Enough.” My voice rolled out like thunder, causing the healers to cower. “Your job is to heal my mate. Don’t bring me any news that isn’t of her getting better. Do you understand?”

“Y-Yes, Alpha.”

“And if you suggest such a thing again, I’ll have you whipped. Dismissed.”

They scrambled away and I turned to Kaden, opening a mind-link.

‘What have those fools been saying?’

‘They’re afraid the Luna’s sickness is contagious.’ His voice flooded my mind.

My fists clenched. ‘Who have they told?’

‘A few other Beta healers. But nobody has dared to say anything.’

‘If they do, let me know. I’ll make a f*****g example out of them.”

Kaden nodded then hesitated, the lines on his forehead knotting into a frown. ‘But they’re right, Alpha. The Luna isn’t improving.’

‘She will. She has to.’

Even as I said it, a part of me knew that the light was fading in her eyes. But as long as she was alive, I still had hope, and I clung to that foolishly, as it was.

Shifting my focus to other matters. ‘Are the scouts back?’

Kaden’s expression darkened. ‘Yes. Apparently the Savages have wrecked the Eastern Lunar Temples.’

‘For f**k’s sake.’

‘Our allies are worried. And they want a meeting.’

I nodded, mirroring his dark expression. ‘Send word back for a meeting at dawn.’

Kaden nodded and left, his large frame disappearing down the stairs.

I scrubbed a hand over my face, pushing away the stir of my wolf and the bottomless hunger that came with it.

Cleaning my table, I headed out to the training grounds to the pups waiting for me.

By the time we finished, the sun had set over the terrain and my muscles ached with exertion. The pups were getting stronger.

I stepped into the alpha house and was immediately slammed by the scent of roasted meat, herbs and…Lilah.

Shit. I’d forgotten about the dinner.

That tantalizing sugar and rose smell of her arousal soaked the air along with her fresh feminine scent and my c**k twitched instantly.

Lena dropped the last of the dish and rushed forward, hugging me and pressing a quick kiss to my cheek. “Hey Dad!”

“Hey sweetie.”

Delilah hung back near the table, offering me a shy smile that gave me another twitch and woke up my wolf. She was wearing another dress, a soft yellow thing that clung to her full breasts and flowed down, hiding her curves underneath it.

I fought my wolf’s urge to rip it off her and looked away. The door opened again and Kaden entered with a bottle of wine and dinner started.

From her spot on my left, Lilah was an unwelcome distraction.

My gaze kept sliding to the generous swell of her breasts straining against the neckline of her dress, fixating on the way her n*****s faintly poked through the fabric when she shifted.

When she lifted her wine glass, fingers wrapped around the stem, all I could think about was that same hand wrapped around my length gripping it while her tongue licked slow warm circles around my c**k head.

Before I knew it I was rock-hard under the table, barely listening to Lena chatter about the festival.

“How are the preparations for the hunt going?” I asked Kaden in an effort to distract myself.

His gaze didn’t rise from the meat he was cutting into. “Everything’s set. I just need—“

“None of that talk on the dinner table,” Lena interrupted harshly. “As I was saying, we need more festivals. Give the unmated wolves more avenues to satisfy their needs.”

“The full moon is coming up,” I grunted, adjusting to accommodate my aching erection. “After the pups transformations, we’ll get a good, hard run. Afterward they can… satisfy any of their urges.”

I saw Lilah’s cheeks flush.

“Not that we should be promoting this kind of behavior in the unmated,” Kaden added. “They’ll still be mated and temporary entanglements can be messy.”

“They can’t just do nothing,” Lena countered. “Festivals is supposed to be about freedom for hardwired males and willing females to do—“

“You want to have a f**k fest,” Kaden stated and my daughter huffed. Their conversation seemed like a continuation of something I didn’t want to join.

As I reached for the bottle to pour more wine, Lilah had the same idea and our fingers brushed. She drew back immediately but damage was already done. The spark of her touch made my wolf surge forward.

NEED rushed through my veins.

My grip tightened around my fork.

The smell of her arousal wasn’t helping. It was growing stronger and creating a heady atmosphere that was far too tempting. My daughter was beside me for f**k’s sake and all I wanted was to sit her friend on my c**k.

Lilah kept stealing glances at me, eyes following the movement of my throat as I drank my wine. When I slowly licked a drop from the rim of the glass, her breath hitched audibly and her thighs clenched.

My wolf groaned in my chest.

Lena laughed, deciding to rope us back into the conversation. “What do you think Dad? Some wolves need s****l attention. Take Lilah for example. She’s still holding on to her virginity.”

I nearly choked on wine.

Lena continued without a care. “She needs a strong Beta and she can’t just hump any—“

“Lena, shut the hell up!”

My gaze swung to Delilah who was staring with a bright blush into her empty cup.

My c**k jerked at this new information. She was still a virgin? Had she stayed untouched all these years because of me?

The idea of being the first to break that tight, innocent p***y made my balls ache.

My wolf was practically howling with primal need, clawing at my control, shredding the last threads of my restraint.

As I stared at her, the realization was crystal clear: I was going to f**k Delilah. I was powerless to stop it.