The Alphas Prize

Chapter 3

CHAPTER 4: Erik – Part 2/2

“Alpha Cain has requested a meeting. He wants to discuss a treaty between the packs to end the war.” I furrowed my brows, as did everyone else.

I didn’t believe my father; this never happened; Alpha Cain was not known for treaties. He always won the battle and left almost nothing and no one behind. So, the big question was why? What could he possibly want in exchange for concluding the war?

Dad walked over to my mother, kissed her, then looked deep into her eyes for a moment, and she smiled lovingly at him. I envied their relationship. He then straightened himself and extended his hand to her, and she gladly accepted.

He looked around at everyone. “Everyone needs to get some sleep; it has been a long and exhausting day. We need to rest; there is much to do tomorrow.” Dad then retreated to the hallway, with my mother close on his heels, and they bid us all goodnight.

Gunnar looked at us, nodded his head and then took his leave as well.

My sister was sitting there, looking so confused, horrified and anxious. I went to her side, rubbing her back in an attempt to comfort her. She peered up at me with sorrow-filled eyes and then embraced me in a shaky hug. I sat there with her in my arms as she sobbed.

I pulled her back from me and looked into her innocent blue eyes. “Adela, everything will be ok, do not worry or stress yourself. I want you to go and get some rest, ok?”

She closed her eyes and wiped the tears from her face. Then, nodding her head, she slowly got up from the couch and began to make her way out of the living room, but not before glancing back to me, and I gave her a reassuring smile. Adela then proceeded out of the living room, leaving just me and Erik alone.

I looked up at Erik, and he was standing by the fireplace staring attentively into the flames, with an inquisitive look on his face. I stood from the couch and walked to his side, squeezing his bicep. He slowly turned to face me, scanning my face with his eyes; his hand came up and caressed my cheek as his thumb glided over my bottom lip, making my thighs clench together in an attempt to smother the heat building between my legs. He then leaned down and kissed me gently.

His kisses soon became dominant and rough; as he trailed from my lips to my jawline and down my neck, nipping and biting at my sensitive skin. I moaned softly from the pleasure. Then, finally, he pulled back and looked at me with such a fiery lust in his eyes that the heat between my legs increased tenfold.

I looked around us and noticed we were alone; I grabbed his hand and led him out of the living room.

I led Erik downstairs to the basement where my bedroom was. We entered the room, which was dimly lit from the moonlight shining in through my window; he came in behind me and closed the door.

His arm snaked itself around my waist, pulling me into him, so my back was flush with his chest, and the other wrapped around me, roughly grabbing onto my right breast. He began to plant passionate kisses along my neck, nipping and licking his way down to my collarbone. His actions released lust-filled moans from me, making his hard c**k twitch against my ass.

His hands came up to my jacket and gripped the collar before he yanked it down. His fingers then slowly trailed down my arms, tickling my skin. Finally, they stopped at the hem of my shirt, gripping it; he gently pulled it up over my head, then tossed it to the corner of my room.

He spun me around and planted a heated kiss on my lips as his fingers entwined within my hair. Erik bit my bottom lip with his teeth and tugged it gently before releasing it. I stepped back from him, undoing my pants and slowly pulling them off of my legs, leaving me in nothing but my bra and underwear. I climbed onto the bed and spread my legs for him, making him growl at the sight before him.

He tore his shirt off, which displayed his muscular chest and pants but left his boxers on, hiding and restricting his rock-hard c**k beneath the fabric. Erik made his way towards me, a look of pure desire etched on his face; he teasingly climbed onto the bed, planting kisses on my inner thighs, making me tremble and my insides clench with arousal.

His hands snaked their way up my thighs, grasping the fabric of my underwear; he gripped it tight and pulled them down my legs, revealing my wet and aching p***y to his hungry eyes.

He nipped at my thighs, making me gasp with excitement. I could feel him grinning against my skin, knowing he had such an effect on me. Next, he brought a finger up to my folds and slowly traced it along my wetness, opening me up to him. Erik then pushed his finger inside me, making me moan with immense pleasure.

He pushed another finger inside of me and began to thrust in and out of me, causing more moans to release from me. Finally, his mouth came down on my c**t, sucking and nipping at the sensitive flesh, causing my legs to shake violently, bringing my release even closer to the edge.

Noticing that I was close to an o****m, he pulled his fingers back, making me whimper from the loss of contact. Then, he stood over me and removed his boxers, releasing his c**k, which was stiff and throbbing.

Erik climbed back onto the bed and pressed his body to mine; he leaned down and planted a heated kiss onto my swollen lips. His c**k was so close to my entrance, making me ache with the need for him to be inside of me.

I thrust my hips upwards in an attempt to tell him that I needed him to stop teasing me. But, instead, he looked into my eyes and grinned; his hands came down to my hips, gripping them tightly, and without wasting another moment, he thrust into me, deep and hard.

Our moans filled the room, killing the silence, sweat building on our bodies from the anticipation of our ascending climaxes. Erik’s fingers dug into my hips as he continued to thrust into me relentlessly. My nails raked down his back, causing his hips to jerk forward even harder.

Our eyes locked as we reached the peak of our pinnacles; he bent down, kissing me fervently and tugging at my bottom lip. Then, he adjusted himself inside of my wet pulsing core, causing his c**k to tickle my g-spot, making the ever-growing o****m inside of me finally burst.

My walls clenched tightly onto his c**k, causing him to swell and throb inside of me. Then, a moment later, Erik pulled out and gripped his aching c**k; he jerked it with one swift movement and then released himself onto my stomach.

He collapsed on top of me and braced himself with an arm on either side of me. Erik brushed the stray hairs from my face and placed a loving kiss on my forehead; he then rolled off of me and laid on the bed, relaxed and spent.

We laid there together, basking in the pre-orgasmic serenity for a while. Then, finally, I got up from the bed and lazily made my way to the bathroom to clean myself up. As I returned to the bedroom, I glanced at Erik, perched on my bed, fully dressed and reading a book.

I walked over to him. “Are you leaving?” I asked him.

He looked up from the book. “Yes, I don’t think I should stay the night. Especially, with your brother in the house, he would kill me, particularly if he found out what I do to you,” He replied, with a cocky tone and smile.

Erik got up from the bed before pulling me flush against his body and hugging me. We stayed like that for a moment, and then he pulled back, kissed me and left as if he were never there.

I collapsed onto the bed, exhausted and consumed by the events of the day. But as beat as I was, my thoughts took over, causing me to question everything that had happened today. I laid there with one thing on my mind, or should I say one person, Cain. All I could think of was my encounter with him, the way I felt around him, and the sensation that built between my legs due to his proximity. I also wondered why he let me go, why he retreated his warriors and was now offering a treaty to end the war; it was a burning question that I needed to know the answer to, or I might go mad. I attempted to settle my thoughts and push them to the back of my mind for now. Finally, I rolled over, buried myself into the bed and closed my eyes, praying for the sleep that I desperately craved.

CHAPTER 5: Farewell – Part 1/2

As morning approached, the sun began to engulf my room, causing me to let out a frustrated groan. Closing my eyes tightly, I pulled my blanket up and over my head in an attempt to shield myself from the blinding light.

I barely slept; my mind raced all night from everything that had happened the previous day. Thoughts of the battle surged through my brain, Mikael’s death, the Dead pack retreating, but mostly I thought about Alpha Cain and our encounter. I thought about how attractive he was, how his closeness made me wet and caused tingles to shoot through my whole body. I thought about his words, his threats and especially how he had let me go, but not before telling me that we would meet again; what did he mean by that? Also, why did he want to propose a treaty? That was the biggest unanswered question.

Pushing aside my endless thoughts, I got up from the bed and headed for the bathroom. First, I took a nice long shower, washing everything away. I then got out, brushed my teeth and hair, then proceeded upstairs to join everyone for breakfast.

I entered the kitchen to find mom and Adela cooking breakfast; they noticed my presence and looked at me. “Good morning, sweetheart.” Mom said with a smile.

“Morning, mom,” I replied.

Adela just looked at me and gave me a half-smile. I could tell she was still feeling very emotional regarding yesterday’s news; she has always been such a passionate person at times. I am the opposite. I nodded at her, then went into the dining room to join dad and Gunnar.

They were sitting at the table talking, but they ceased their conversation as soon as I entered and looked at me.

“Morning, dad, Gunnar,” I said in a grumbly tone. Gunnar, just looked at me and grunted; he is not a morning person, something we had in common.

“Good morning Freja, how did you sleep?” Dad questioned.

I rubbed my face and inhaled a deep breath. “Ok, I guess.” That’s an understatement, I thought to myself.

Dad didn’t reply, just gave me a curt nod. Then, after a few moments of silence, dad broke the tension in the air and raised the subject that we all dreaded.

“Later today, we will hold Mikael’s cremation; the sooner we can send him off, the better. I have spoken to a few warriors, and they are working on assembling his pyre; once it is finished, we will gather everyone at the river for the ceremony.”