10th Wife of Alpha Xavier

CHAPTER 2: Mating With Alpha Xavier

Ariana’s Point Of View

Before I could think about what he had said, he captured my lips hungry and ripped my clothes off, leaving only my panties and bra.

“This is so embarrassing,” I thought but I also completely lost him with just his bare skin playing with my stomach.

“Oh…Oh” I moaned as he carried me, making me wrap my legs around his waist.

I then wrapped my hands around his neck and he started to kiss every part of my neck.

With a glare on the lights, everywhere became completely dark.

He then gently laid me on his bed while I removed his clothes slowly.

And yes after teasing me with kisses on sensitive parts of my body, I began to beg him.

An hour!

Two hours!

Three hours!

“I’m tired,” I whispered into Xavier’s ears. We were both naked!

He only locked his hands with mine and continued,

“I was getting really weak but Xavier wasn’t. It felt like he was getting only stronger.”

Four hours!!

Five hours!!

Six hours!

Finally, we both dozed off.

It was my first time with a man and I had just willingly given myself to the ruthless Alpha, Xavier.

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Logan’s Point Of View

Ariana was unlike anyone I had ever met, and I could truly sense that deep within me.

As we reconciled, I felt a strange connection that was almost overwhelming, urging me to continue embracing her.

It wasn't just me who wanted to be near her; there was a part of me—my wolf—that yearned for her more fiercely than I could have imagined.

Yet, amidst these powerful feelings, I came to the dawning realization that she wasn’t destined to be my mate.

As I gazed at her peaceful, drowsy expression, it struck me how incredibly beautiful she was.

Her body, so inviting and alluring, ignited a primal hunger within me that made me want to cherish her all over again.

My attention was drawn irresistibly to her captivating lips, and I couldn’t help myself; I leaned in and kissed her, this time taking my time and savoring the softness of the moment.

A soft moan escaped her lips, and gradually, she awoke, her eyes fluttering open.

The moment our eyes locked, I couldn’t help but notice the way her cheeks flushed a deep crimson, a reaction that made my heart swell.

She quickly pulled the duvet over her face in a flurry of shyness, and I found her bashful nature utterly charming.

For the first time in what felt like ages, a genuine smile broke across my face, surprising even myself.

“What the…!” I exclaimed, suddenly realizing I had let my guard down and allowed a smile to escape me.

Just then, she peeked out from beneath the duvet, blinking at me with those adorable eyes, and my heart did a little flip.

It was in that moment that I understood how profoundly her presence affected me, bringing forth emotions I had long buried.

“Good morning, Alpha Xa…” she began to say, but I quickly interrupted her with a gentle kiss. To my delight, she kissed me back, and a warm feeling spread through me.

“Would you like to take a bath together?” I suggested, noticing the look of surprise crossing her face. “I didn’t expect to say that either,” she admitted, clearly caught off guard by my offer.

To be honest, I was just as astonished by my own behavior. Throughout my life, I had never been so tender or affectionate with any woman.

The way I was being with Ariana was something entirely new and unexpected for me.

With a surge of affection, I lifted her into my arms in a bridal carry and made my way to the bathroom.

The moment we stepped inside, I couldn’t help but focus all my attention on her, causing her to let out soft moans that filled the air around us. It felt exhilarating and intimate, igniting emotions I rarely let myself feel.

After that unforgettable day, I found myself reluctant to return to my room, choosing instead to avoid her gaze entirely.

I kept reminding myself, "I am not supposed to be this kind or affectionate toward any woman!" and yet, there was something about Ariana that stirred feelings within me that I had long since buried.

The day of the mating ceremony had finally arrived, and I was filled with a mix of emotions that I could hardly describe.

Deep down, I knew that it was all pointless since neither of us was truly bonded as mates, yet my mother wouldn’t stop nagging me about participating in this tradition.

She seemed to believe that it held some significant meaning, even though in my heart I felt differently. I had tried to ignore her persistent pleas, but eventually, I found myself swept up in the excitement and anticipation that surrounded this occasion.

The moments leading up to the ceremony passed by in a blur. Time seemed to move at an incredible pace, racing forward as my heart pounded with a strange mixture of anxiety and excitement.

I found myself glancing over at Ariana, whose smile lit up the atmosphere like the sun breaking through the clouds.

I couldn't help but think, "Such a fool!" I whispered under my breath, knowing that I was about to make a decision that would change everything.

In a sudden rush of emotions, I stood up, my feet moving almost on their own, and I walked away from the gathering without even looking back.

I could feel the weight of every pack member’s gaze on me, particularly those who looked at Ariana with pity, and a knot formed in my stomach.

As I exited the scene, I could sense the disbelief and concern radiating from the others, but I didn’t care. I needed to escape.

I made my way to my favorite spot, a peaceful garden that had always been my refuge. The familiar scents of flowers and the sound of rustling leaves usually calmed me, but today it felt different.

As I stood there, the cold breeze wrapped around me like a shroud, and the chill seemed to pierce my skin.

My pale complexion felt even more vulnerable in the brisk air, and I was instantly reminded of all the swirling turmoil inside me. Here, in this quiet sanctuary, emotions I had been holding at bay began to surface.

The garden was supposed to be a place of solace, yet I felt completely torn apart. My thoughts raced—questions about who I was supposed to be, what I was meant to feel, and why I had chosen to walk away from a ceremony that seemed so important to everyone else.

The reality of the situation weighed heavily on my heart, and I longed for clarity amidst the confusion.

The wind brushed against my skin, and I closed my eyes, allowing myself a moment to process everything swirling around in my mind.

Instantly, I caught an omega at the corner who was taking care of the flowers and also stealing glances at me.

With a confident smirk gracing my lips, I casually strolled over to where she was standing.

It was evident that she was putting in a tremendous effort to maintain her composure, though I could sense her underlying nervousness.

“Good day, Alpha Xavier,” she managed to say, her voice trembling slightly, a hint of anxiety woven into her words.

“Such a beautiful omega like you shouldn’t have to work so hard,” I remarked, my tone playful yet sincere, and I noticed how her cheeks flushed a delightful shade of pink in response to my compliment.

There was a moment of silence that lingered between us, a charged air full of unspoken feelings and tentative anticipation.

I couldn’t help but catch her gaze drifting towards my lips, and that gesture filled me with hope—perhaps there was more going on in her mind than she was letting on.

Without giving it much thought, she suddenly closed the distance between us, tugging me closer with a sense of urgency.

In that brief moment, she pressed her lips against mine in a soft, fleeting kiss that took me by surprise. It was both warm and sweet, a tentative exploration of the spark that had been igniting between us for a while.

“I’m sorry, Alpha Xavier, I really didn’t mean to,” she exclaimed, her voice trembling, making it clear just how anxious and apprehensive she felt in that instant.

Instead of dwelling on her apology or the awkwardness, I felt an overwhelming urge to bridge the gap between us, to reassure her and embody the very emotions that were swirling between us.

I leaned in closer, letting my desire take over, and pressed my lips against hers with fervor, relishing the taste and warmth of her reaction as she gasped softly in surprise.

The kiss was no longer hesitant—it was raw, passionate, and full of undeniable chemistry that spoke louder than any words could convey.