SCENT OF THE ENEMY'S HEIR

Chapter five: Betrayal

Alex Pov

Tyrion. His name couldn't leave my lips and apparently so did the taste of his c**k. That was the first time I had ever had a d**k in my mouth.

I thought I would hate it, I thought I was going to die but the deeper he pushed it the more I wanted it. He didn't test my limits, he didn't care to know them.

He's probably worse than Jeff but I didn't understand why I wanted it all over again. My wolf had complied. I couldn't understand how submissive I had been, so I complained.

"Tyrion"

I choked on his c**k, coughed and pleaded but he didn't stop until he came? His heartlessness and selfishness was obviously glaring but I didn't care. My wolf craved him even more.

Training had just been announced but not with me. My body had moved through the motions it had been drilled to obey, muscles responding out of habit, reflexes firing when commanded, yet my mind had remained trapped elsewhere.

"Tyrion's aggressiveness"

It had been caught in the fragments of a memory I had not been able to bury, no matter how fiercely I had tried. Every strike, every step, every controlled breath had been haunted by what had happened between Tyrion and me.

The recollection had not returned as a complete scene. It had come in broken flashes. The weight of his presence. What was worse was seeing him. It ignited my wolf all over again. I couldn't stop thinking how he emptied his c*m down my throat and how he left me on the floor trying to catch a breath.

He walked away after using me like a c*m rag. I was supposed to be angry but I wasn't.The certainty in the way he had carried himself, as if the world bent naturally to his will. His aura was too appealing.

"Stand straight"

He said firmly. I could feel my c**k harden to his words. The sound of his voice, calm and authoritative, had echoed in my head long after the moment had passed.

I had remembered the way I had felt standing before him, stripped of my power, self worth and authority.

Shame had settled deep in my chest as the dominant emotion, heavy and suffocating. I had hated myself for yielding, for not pushing back harder, for allowing that moment to unfold instead of tearing myself away from it.

"Such a weakling"

I told myself instantly. Anger had followed close behind, sharp and self-directed, cutting at my pride and my sense of control.

I had told myself it had been manipulation. Pressure. A situation I had been cornered into. Anything that would allow me to place the blame anywhere but inside myself.

Yet beneath all of it, buried where I had not wanted to look, there had been another truth. One that had unsettled me far more than guilt ever could. A part of me had wanted it. A part of me still did. My c**k was getting excited the closer he got to me.

But why? I should hate him for using me the way he did, but I didn't.That realization had crept through me slowly, like something alive, curling low in my chest and tightening with every attempt to deny it.

My body had remembered what my mind had rejected. Tyrion had ceased to be just an Alpha in my thoughts. He had become something else. Something dangerous. Something capable of unraveling me.

***

I was so buried in thoughts that I didn't realize that I had faltered during drills without fully realizing it. My actions had slowed down. I could barely hear anything. I was so preoccupied with Tyrion he had ruled my mind for a moment.

It had gotten so bad that my focus splintered by thoughts had refused to loosen their grip. But it hadn't gone unnoticed.

"Alex, you're slowing down. Try and Catch up"

Noah said, bringing me back to reality. His attention had found me during a combat exercise.

"Oh, I apologize. I'll get to it quickly"

I said to my defense but his sharp awareness cutting through the chaos of training with unsettling ease had been unmovable.

He left me but my mind traveled again and this time I was dragged off the training ground.

"You missed a cue and hesitated"

Noah's voice resounded back but I didn't care. Tyrion was my object of desire. My eyes followed him.

Instantly I was struck again.

"Are you okay? Listen, I'm not going to have you losing focus during practice. Follow me"

I followed him and we ended up at the punishment unit.

"Take this. Pull on it"

He gave me a rope and I pulled on it but my strength was slain instantly, so I gave up.

"Look at you. Instead of you to work out and train when everybody is training you will be thinking of your lost palace"

He mocked me. Then he walked up to me, covered his hand around mine and helped me to drag the rope.

Instantly his gaze locked onto me with quiet intensity. He pulled the rope but then as our skins touched. It had pulled something between us. Up close, his scrutiny had felt heavier. Not accusatory, not harsh, but probing in a way that had left me exposed all over again.

I tried to focus but his wolf wasn't something I was able to ignore. Instead of reprimand, there had been something more as his hands left the rope and cupped my chin. I felt the intensity of the action he was about to carry out.

The distance between us had closed until my breath had caught without my permission. The air between us had shifted, thickened, charged with something unspoken and heavy. Tension had coiled tight in my chest.

In that space, stripped of distraction and surrounded by his calm intensity, Noah's body had revealed more than I had expected. I could feel his c**k rising next to me, the heat filling up my mind in a way that excited me.

The moment had blurred into something dangerously intimate, shaped by our closeness and everything neither of us had said aloud. As his lips touched mine, I had felt it in a way that had been entirely different from Tyrion’s dominance.

Where Tyrion had overwhelmed me Noah had steadied. Jeff wasn't even in the picture at this moment. Just like that with the locking of our tongues, Tyrion had slipped from my thoughts. The camp, the training, the rules covering every breath I took had faded into the background.

Even my own fear had loosened its hold. There had been only that charged stillness and the dangerous comfort of it. He buried his tongue deep in my mouth with my wolf barking for him to get me naked. I wanted more as I kissed his neck and he bit mine, seductively.,I could feel his hands ripping off my clothes but just then it shattered.

"Noah, you're-"

Jeff’s arrival had been abrupt and invasive, his presence crashing into the moment with deliberate force. Instantly we pulled away from ourselves unwrapping our bodies from each other's embrace. The shift in the air had been obvious enough for him to sense immediately.

"It seems you're busy?"

"No, I'm coming right now"

I could see a sly smile on Jeff. He didn't mind that his intrusion had broken whatever fragile balance had existed, leaving me flushed and shaken, painfully aware of how exposed I had been. Noah had stepped back, frustration darkening his features as the distance between us was restored. Jeff’s attention, however, was fixed on me with unsettling intensity.

"Don't you think you should get back to training?"

He said firmly. I ran off quickly without thinking but it didn't help matters

***

Apparently the bond had tightened in ways I did not understand, unfamiliar and suffocating, wrapping around my senses until breathing had become difficult.

"What's going on here? What keeps happening?"

I questioned myself because what was happening was beyond my control.

My body had responded before my mind could catch up, instincts flaring without permission or control. What the hell was happening to me?

Fear had followed close behind, sharp and immediate, as I grasped the implications of what was happening.

This had no longer been about resisting one Alpha. My wolf, my body, and whatever fate had been unfolding around me were being drawn toward all three.

The realization had settled heavily in my chest, leaving me breathless and acutely aware that I could barely understand what's happening, which was strange.

What was I going to do, because I could not escape this fate?