Alpha’s Redemption

A Dangerous Game

The tension in the room was unbearable. Every breath I took seemed too loud, too shallow. Rafe stood in front of me, his towering frame a force I couldn’t escape, even if I wanted to. His eyes burned with a mixture of warning and something darker, something I couldn’t ignore.

“You really don’t know when to stop, do you?” His voice was low, almost a growl, sending a shiver through me.

I swallowed hard, willing my legs to stay steady. “Maybe I don’t want to stop.”

For a heartbeat, the room was silent. Then, with a swiftness that stole the air from my lungs, Rafe closed the distance between us. His hands gripped my waist, firm but not painful, and he pulled me flush against him. His scent was intoxicating, and I barely had time to react before his lips crashed against mine.

The kiss was nothing like I’d imagined. It was fierce, consuming, a battle for control that left no room for hesitation. His hands moved to the small of my back, pressing me closer as if he couldn’t stand even an inch of space between us.

I gasped against his mouth, and he took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, his tongue sweeping past my lips in a way that left me dizzy. My hands found their way to his chest, feeling the solid planes of muscle beneath his shirt, the heat of his body radiating into mine.

“Rafe—” I started, but his name barely made it past my lips before he kissed me again, cutting off whatever protest I might have had.

“Say it again,” he murmured against my mouth, his voice rough and commanding.

“Rafe,” I breathed, my voice trembling.

A low growl rumbled in his chest, and before I could process what was happening, he lifted me effortlessly, setting me on the edge of his desk. Papers scattered to the floor, forgotten, as his hands slid up my thighs, bunching the fabric of my dress around my hips.

“You’ve been pushing me all night,” he said, his breath warm against my neck as his lips trailed down to my collarbone. “Now you’re going to see what happens when you push too far.”

My heart was racing, every nerve in my body on fire as his teeth grazed my skin, sending a jolt of electricity straight through me. My wolf purred with satisfaction, her presence humming in the back of my mind as if to say, Finally.

I tugged at the buttons of his shirt, desperate to feel more of him, and he chuckled darkly, the sound vibrating against my skin. “Impatient, are we?”

“You’re one to talk,” I shot back, surprising myself with the boldness of my words.

His eyes flashed with something feral, and the next thing I knew, his shirt was gone, tossed carelessly to the floor. Tattoos covered his chest and arms, intricate designs that seemed to tell a story I didn’t yet understand. My fingers traced the lines of ink, marveling at the raw power beneath them.

“You’re playing with fire, Lena,” he said, his voice a low growl.

“Maybe I like the burn,” I whispered.

That was all it took. Whatever restraint Rafe had been holding onto snapped, and he claimed my mouth with a kiss so intense it stole the breath from my lungs. His hands roamed over my body, possessive and unapologetic, and I couldn’t stop the soft moan that escaped me as his lips moved to the sensitive spot just below my ear.

I didn’t have time to respond before he pulled me closer, his hands gripping my hips as he pressed against me.

A low moan escaped me as Rafe's fingers trailed up my thighs. His fingers moved, like an artist painting a picture. More, I needed more.

Rafe growled as I pulled him closer.

My body twisted with something unfamiliar when Rafe placed his hands under my thighs.

“Mine,” he growled, the word sending a shiver down my spine.

The world around us faded into nothingness, leaving only the heat of his touch, the sound of our ragged breaths, and the overwhelming pull between us.

For a moment, my plan—my carefully crafted scheme to use Rafe as a means of revenge—felt like a distant memory. All I could think about was the way he made me feel, the intensity of his dominance, the way he seemed to consume me entirely.

And I let him.