Enslaved To My Cruel Alpha Husband

WARNING CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT Moonlit Worship (Zyrus's POV)

"You look like a goddess tonight, little moon."

My voice rumbles low against the shell of her ear as I step into the candlelit chamber, the heavy oak door clicking shut behind me with finality. Alexa freezes mid-stroke, the silver-handled brush hovering in her damp hair. Moonlight spills through the tall arched windows, painting silver ribbons across her bare shoulders, turning the droplets still clinging to her skin into tiny diamonds.

She doesn't turn immediately. Instead, her reflection in the vanity mirror finds mine—those wide hazel eyes that always betray her before her mouth ever does. A slow, shy flush crawls up her throat.

"Zyrus…" Her voice is barely above a whisper, threaded with that sweet uncertainty she still carries even after months of wearing my mark. "You startled me."

"Good." I prowl closer, deliberately letting my boots fall heavier than necessary on the fur rugs. Each step eats distance until I'm directly behind her chair. "I like knowing I can still make your heart race."

Her fingers tighten around the brush handle. "It always races when you're near."

I reach over her shoulder, fingertips grazing the sensitive skin inside her elbow before I gently pry the brush from her grip. She lets me take it without resistance—my perfect, yielding Luna. The scent of her fresh from the bath hits me harder than any battlefield adrenaline ever could: jasmine oil, warm vanilla, and that underlying wild sweetness that belongs only to her. Underneath it all, something richer now. Deeper. Our pup.

My chest tightens with a feeling so violent it borders on pain.

I begin brushing her hair in long, deliberate strokes. From crown to ends. Slow. Worshipful. Each pass pulls another soft sigh from her lips.

"You're shaking," I murmur.

"I'm… happy." She tries to laugh but it fractures into something fragile. "Terrified. Overwhelmed. All at once."

I lean down until my mouth brushes the shell of her ear again. "Tell me which part scares you most."

"That this is real." Her gaze drops to where her hands rest in her lap, fingers twisted together. "That I'm carrying your heir. That the Moon Goddess finally… finally answered."

My free hand slides around to splay across her still-flat stomach—protective. Possessive. Reverent. "She answered because you're mine to protect. Mine to cherish. Mine to breed." The last word comes out rougher than intended, edged with the beast that never quite sleeps inside me.

Alexa shivers violently. Not from fear.

I set the brush down with careful precision and scoop her up from the vanity chair in one fluid motion. She squeaks—adorable, startled sound—and automatically loops her arms around my neck.

"Zyrus!"

"Quiet, little moon." I carry her toward the massive four-poster bed draped in midnight silk and silver threading. Moonlight pours across the sheets like liquid mercury. "Tonight isn't for words. Tonight is for showing you exactly how much power you hold over the most feared Alpha in thirteen packs."

I lower her onto the center of the mattress like she's made of spun glass. She looks up at me with those huge, luminous eyes, lips parted, chest rising and falling too quickly.

I don't rush.

Instead I sink to my knees at the edge of the bed—knees that have never bent for anyone except her—and begin kissing the arch of her foot. Slow. Deliberate. Open-mouthed. Her toes curl against my tongue.

"Z-Zyrus…" Her voice cracks on my name.

I travel higher. Ankle. Calf. The sensitive hollow behind her knee. Each kiss drags another whimper from her throat. When I reach the inside of her thigh she tries to close her legs on instinct.

I catch both knees in my hands. Firm. Unyielding.

"Open."

One word. Pure Alpha command laced with velvet.

She obeys instantly, thighs trembling as they part for me.

I reward her with a long, slow lick straight up her center—tasting salt, sweetness, and the sharp tang of her arousal. Her hips jerk off the bed.

"Oh goddess—"

I growl against her core. "Say my name."

"Zyrus!" It comes out half-scream, half-plea.

I devour her like a male starved. Tongue circling, lips sucking, teeth grazing just enough to make her sob. Her fingers fist in my hair, pulling hard enough to sting. I welcome the pain. It anchors me. Reminds me she's real. That this—her—is mine.

When her thighs begin to quake uncontrollably I slide two fingers inside her, curling them against that spot that makes her vision white out. She arches so violently the silk sheets twist beneath her.

"Please—please—Alpha—"

I don't let up until she shatters. Until her cry echoes off the stone walls and her entire body locks, pulsing around my fingers, coating my tongue. Only then do I crawl up her body, licking my lips like a wolf that's just fed.

Her eyes are glassy. Unfocused. Beautiful.

I kiss her deeply—letting her taste herself on my tongue. She moans into my mouth, small hands fumbling at my shirt buttons.

"Off," she whispers against my lips. "Everything. I need to feel you."

Bossy little thing when she's desperate.

I let her strip me with shaking fingers. Let her trace every scar, every ridge of muscle, every mark I've earned in blood and battle. When she reaches the thick length straining against my trousers she hesitates—always that tiny flicker of awe.

"You're so… big," she breathes.

"And you're going to take every inch, little moon. Like you were made for it."

I shed the last of my clothing and settle between her thighs. The head of my c**k nudges her entrance—hot, slick, ready. I don't push in yet.

Instead I brace myself on my forearms, caging her beneath me, and drag the tip through her folds. Up. Down. Teasing.

She whines. "Zyrus, please—"

"Beg properly."

Her eyes flash with that rare spark of defiance I secretly crave. "Make me."

My lips curve. Dangerous. "Oh, I will."

I sink in one brutal, slow inch.

Her nails rake down my back. Hard enough to draw blood.

I hiss through my teeth. "Again."

She does.

I reward her by giving her another inch.

We play this game until I'm seated to the hilt—her walls fluttering around me like she's trying to pull me deeper. Her legs wrap around my waist, heels digging into my ass.

"Move," she gasps. "Please move, Alpha."

I pull almost all the way out.

Then slam back home.

Her scream is muffled against my shoulder.

I set a punishing rhythm—deep, rolling thrusts that hit every sensitive place inside her. The bed creaks violently. Moonlight dances across our joined bodies. Sweat slicks our skin.

"You're so perfect," I growl against her throat. "So f*****g perfect for me."

She sobs my name like a prayer.

I angle my hips higher, grinding against her c**t with every stroke. Her cries grow sharper. More desperate.

"I'm—I'm going to—"

"Not yet." I slow deliberately. "Not until I say."

Tears leak from the corners of her eyes. "Zyrus—please—"

I kiss them away. "Look at me."

She forces her eyes open. Pupils blown wide.

"You're carrying my heir," I rasp. "My pup. My future. Every time I fill you tonight, I'm reminding the Moon Goddess herself that you belong to me."

Her inner walls clamp down so hard I nearly lose control.

I thrust harder. Faster. The wet slap of skin on skin fills the room.

"Come for me, Alexa. Come on your Alpha's cock."

She shatters again—harder this time. Screaming my name until her voice cracks. Her release triggers mine. I bury myself as deep as possible and let go—pulse after pulse of heat flooding her womb. Marking her from the inside.

We stay locked together, panting, trembling.

I press my forehead to hers.

"You're everything," I whisper—words I can never say louder because of the curse. But she hears them in my voice. Feels them in the way my hands shake as I cradle her face.

She smiles through tears. "I know."

I kiss her softly this time. Lingering.

When I finally pull out she whimpers at the loss. I roll us so she's draped across my chest, my hand splayed protectively over her belly again.

We lie there in the moonlight, hearts thundering in tandem.

Until a sharp knock shatters the quiet.

Three hard raps.

Then a voice—female, venomously sweet—filters through the thick door.

"Alpha Zyrus? It's Margaux. We have… urgent news from the eastern border. Something you need to see. Right now."

Alexa's entire body stiffens against mine.

My arm tightens around her instinctively.

Margaux's voice drops lower. Almost intimate.

"It's about the pregnancy, my Alpha. The pack seer has seen something… troubling."

Silence stretches.

Then my mate's whisper—small, terrified—cuts through the dark.

"Zyrus… what if something's wrong with our baby?"