Making A Deal With The Rogue Alpha For Revenge

I Felt Free

POV: Allie

Mira dragged me out of the private room and onto the dance floor, her excitement palpable. “You naughty, naughty girl,” Mira teased me when we were far from the guys.

“How can you keep this juicy news to yourself?”” She asked me teasingly, making me chuckle softly.

“Tell me everything, Allie. Are you dating Alpha Raymond? Are you really carrying his child?” she asked, her smile bright with happiness. I couldn’t help but chuckle at her enthusiasm; she looked like a child on Christmas morning, and her excitement rubbed off on me, too. I held back my laughter as I recounted how Alpha Raymond saved me from Williams and Ariana.

“She has no idea that getting me pregnant was the best thing she could have done for me. It was a mistake with Alpha Raymond's samples. So, here we are,” I chuckled softly, purposely leaving out the detail about my unborn children being able to communicate with me. No one would believe that.

“I guess we should than her for being such a fool then. She just made you the most important person in Alpha Raymonds life. Do you know that he has never been spotted with a lady in public?” she asked me, more like told me actually.

“You are the first lady to catch his attention, Allison Trueborn. You are so lucky .” She lets out excitedly.

“Don’t be too sure, Mira. He only wants his kids. He cares for me because his pups are currently living rent free in my womb.” I responded, knocking the smile off her face.

“Give yourself some credit, Allie. He would not be staring at you that way if he only wants his pup. He likes you, I can tell. Trust me,” she told me, smiling reassuringly.

The music pulsated through the club, a beat that vibrated in every bone of my body. For the first time in my life, I felt truly free. The weight of my family’s expectations and the constant taunts and bullying from my sister melted away under the flashing lights and intoxicating rhythm.

I moved with newfound abandon, my hips swaying to the beat, my arms raised above my head as I spun and twirled, laughing with pure, unadulterated joy. Mira, my only best friend and confidante, danced beside me, our movements mirroring each other as we played around like two silly high school kids.

"This is so much fun!" I shouted over the music, my voice laced with wonder I hadn’t felt since childhood. Mira grinned, her eyes sparkling with shared exhilaration.

The club was a whirlwind of bodies, a sea of sweat, laughter, and energy. Guys with gleaming eyes joined our circle, their movements careful at first but growing bolder as they flirted with me openly. “Damn! You’re so hot!” they complimented me, trying to get down with me.

I felt beautiful, truly beautiful, in a way I never had before. The dress I chose, a daring departure from my usual conservative style, hugged my curves and shimmered under the strobe lights. I felt alive, desired, and seen.

But amidst all this, a single gaze pierced through the chaos, locking onto mine with an intensity that made my breath catch. It was him, Alpha Raymond Fireheart, his dark eyes smouldering with unspoken hunger, like the fire in his name. He stood across the room, his tall frame commanding attention even in the packed space.

Fireheart...

I guess his heart burns with a smouldering fire, just like his gaze. His gaze was like a physical touch, sending shivers down my spine and making my skin tingle with a mix of fear and excitement. I tried to look away, but his eyes held me captive, drawing me in like a moth to a flame.

He began to move toward me, his stride purposeful, each step closing the distance between us with a deliberate, almost predatory grace. My heart hammered in my chest, a frantic rhythm mirroring the music. He reached my side, his presence enveloping me, his scent, a heady mix of cologne and something unmistakably him invading my senses.

Without a word, he slid his arm around my waist, pulling me close, his chest a solid wall against my back. The world around us faded away, the music becoming a distant hum as our bodies moved in perfect sync, a private dance within the larger frenzy. His touch was electric, sending jolts of desire coursing through my veins. I felt his breath on my neck, warm and heavy, and a shiver ran down my spine. He whispered something in my ear, his voice a low rumble that sent a thrill through me, but the music drowned out his words, leaving me yearning to hear them again.

Our dance was a conversation without words, a language of touch and movement, of unspoken desires and unbridled passion. He guided me with a confidence that both intimidated and exhilarated me. I surrendered to his lead, my body moving instinctively, responding to his every touch and every subtle shift in his hold.

I could feel the pulsating rhythm of the music reverberating through my body as Raymond and I danced, our bodies moving in sync with the beat. His hands roamed my curves, gripping my waist tightly as I ground against him, my hips swaying seductively. The heat between us was palpable; the s****l tension was almost tangible as our eyes locked, a silent promise passing between us.

In a moment that felt eternal, Raymond tilted my chin up with his finger, his gaze burning into mine. Time stood still as our lips met, a kiss that was both tender and demanding, a promise of something more, something dangerous and exhilarating. It was a kiss that left me breathless, my heart pounding, my mind reeling with possibilities.

And then, just as suddenly as it began, the kiss ended, leaving me yearning for more. He pulled back slightly, his eyes searching mine, a question hanging unspoken in the air between us. The music swirled around us, the chaotic backdrop to the silent dialogue playing out in our eyes.

“I want you so bad,” he told me in a hoarse tone, kissing me once more, his lips devouring mine as he backed me against the wall. He lifted me off the wall, forcing my legs to wrap around his hips, his hardness pressing against my throbbing core. I could feel his arousal through his pants, straining against the fabric, begging to be set free.

He carried me to the nearest empty room, his lips never leaving mine as he kicked the door shut behind us. He set me down on the bed, his hands roaming my body, exploring every curve and dip. He slipped his fingers under the hem of my dress, sliding it up my thighs and revealing the lacy black panties I had worn just for him.

A small voice in my head told me that I couldn’t be with him while I still had feelings for my ex-husband. It felt unfair that he could make me lose control of my body as he touched me in all the right places. I shivered in desire, wanting and needing him at the same time.

“You’re so f*****g beautiful,” he growled, his eyes dark with desire as he looked at me. I could see the hunger in his gaze, the need to claim me, to possess me. He leaned down, his lips brushing against my ear, his breath hot against my skin. “I’m going to make you scream my name, baby,” he murmured softly.

He slipped my panties off, his fingers sliding against my slick folds, exploring my wetness. He dipped a finger inside me, his thumb rubbing against my c**t, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. I moaned, my body arching off the bed as he continued to work his magic, his fingers moving in and out of me, driving me wild with desire.

“God, you smell so f*****g good,” he groaned, inhaling my scent. He moved down my body, his lips leaving a trail of kisses in their wake. He reached my thighs, spreading them apart, exposing me to his gaze. He looked up at me, his eyes dark with lust, and I knew what was coming next.

He buried his face between my thighs, his tongue darting out to taste my wetness. He licked and sucked at my c**t, his fingers thrusting inside me, driving me wild with pleasure. I could feel my orgasm building, my body tensing as he continued to work his magic.

“Oh, f**k,” I moaned, my hands tangling in his hair as I ground against his face. “I’m gonna come.”

He didn’t stop, his tongue and fingers working me into a frenzy, driving me to the brink of ecstasy. And then, with a final thrust of his fingers, I came, my body shuddering as waves of pleasure washed over me.

Raymond looked up at me, his lips glistening with my juices, a smirk on his face. “You taste so f*****g good, my love,” he groaned, his eyes lustfully locked onto mine.

“I want to f**k you so good, baby. I want to make you scream out my name in ecstasy,” he growled, his lips crashing against mine as he bucked his hips toward mine, letting me feel his hardness. I moaned, my body arching off the bed as he groaned, claiming me with the depth of his gaze.

“Ray...

Please...

Wait, I...” I stuttered, unsure of what to say. He looked at me, and he knew exactly what I meant to say. I saw the disappointment on his face as he fell away from my body, groaning in pain as he did. We lay there, panting, our bodies slick with sweat, our hearts racing. Raymond looked down at me, a smirk on his face.

“You’re so f*****g sexy, baby; you have me wrapped around your little finger. I can’t wait to do that again,” he told me, smiling warmly. I thought he’d be angry, and I truly believed he would never speak to me again after this. But he still smiled, charmingly looking into my eyes as if he were reading my soul. I grinned up at him, my body still tingling with pleasure.

“Why are you so good to me, Raymond? Why are you so perfect?” I asked him, shocked by my own question.