Forbidden Thoughts
1286 Words
Alpha Ronan’s POV
I left the Council Hall more irritated than I cared to admit.
Too many thoughts lingered in my head.
Thoughts I had no business entertaining.
The prophecy.
The Crescent Bloodline.
The rogue attack.
The possibility of a traitor within Nightfang.
And Aria.
Most of all, Aria.
The Council meeting had raised more questions than answers.
A pendant that reacted to certain people.
A bloodline believed extinct for three centuries.
A prophecy nobody wanted to discuss openly.
And somehow, an ordinary girl who couldn’t even shift had become the center of it all.
None of it made sense.
What troubled me even more was Karl’s sudden appearance.
Of all days to show up in Nightfang, he chose today.
The day Aria’s pendant revealed itself.
The day the Council gathered.
The day an old prophecy was spoken aloud once again.
Coincidence?
I doubted it.
Karl was many things.
Careless was not one of them.
The way he had touched the pendant without being harmed unsettled me.
The way he had looked at Aria unsettled me even more.
I had noticed it immediately.
Most people wouldn’t have.
But I did.
His interest had been too sharp.
Too deliberate.
As though he already knew something the rest of us didn’t.
My jaw tightened.
The Council was divided.
Marcus wanted Aria under Council supervision.
Others wanted her watched.
Some wanted her removed erased altogether.
And then there was the prophecy.
The one nobody liked talking about.
The one that had haunted the supernatural world for generations.
The one with the Crescent Moon Bloodline shall usher in a new era.
Shall be the world’s Doom and Salvation.
The words echoed inside my head.
Doom.
Salvation.
How could one person be both?
I exhaled heavily.
I understand their fears- no one wanted any uncertainty lingering over them or a threat to their interest.
None of it mattered right now.
Not until we learned the truth.
Yet every path somehow led back to the same person.
Aria.
I stepped into my chambers and shut the door behind me.
Silence greeted me immediately.
For the first time all day, I was alone.
Or at least I should have been.
The room still carried traces of her presence.
Her scent lingered faintly in the air.
The sheets remained slightly disturbed from where she had rested.
And, to my annoyance, the moment I noticed it, something inside me settled.
Draco stirred quietly.
Calm.
Relaxed.
For days before Aria arrived, my wolf had been restless.
The curse had been getting worse.
The rage.
The violent urges.
The constant darkness clawing beneath my skin.
Yet since Aria’s arrival, something had changed.
Draco was quieter.
The madness felt distant.
The curse seemed weaker.
I didn’t understand it.
And I didn’t like things I couldn’t understand.
My eyes drifted toward the bed.
Toward the place where she had slept.
And despite everything occupying my thoughts—the Council, the prophecy, Karl, the rogues—my mind betrayed me once again.
It returned to her.
Just as it always did.
First, at the Hunt Ceremony, when Aria stepped into the Alpha Lounge led by my mischievous daughter, Eva, I found myself unable to take my eyes off her.
The backless black dress with thin straps sat just above her knees, barely covering her thighs.
My eyes lingered far longer than they should have on her beautiful body, sending heat through me.
I don’t remember when she got so grown up.
It felt like only yesterday she was running around the manor with Eva, sneaking into my private stash to steal wine they had no business drinking at their age.
How time flies.
She had always been the quiet and reserved type, hiding whatever wild side she possessed deep inside.
Eva, on the other hand, was the embodiment of chaos and mischief.
Sometimes I wondered how they had become best friends.
More like sisters, really.
Their personalities couldn’t have been more different.
I told myself I shouldn’t be looking at her that way.
She was the same age as my daughter.
Over the years, she had become almost like a daughter to me as well.
She hadn’t visited the estate in a long time, and now here she was—more beautiful and tempting than any young woman had a right to be.
Stirring thoughts I should never have entertained.
I breathed out heavily.
The bed was still messy from where she had lain.
Her scent still lingered in the room.
And for some reason, both Draco and I felt calmer because of it.
I walked over to the side of the bed where she had slept.
Near the corner of the sheets lay a black lace underwear.
My mind instantly flashed back to when she collapsed during the Hunt Ceremony.
I had carried her in my arms and rushed her straight to my chambers instead of her room.
My heart had pounded harder than it should have as I barked orders at the healers.
Only after they confirmed she was safe did I finally calm down.
I had even changed her clothes into sleeping wear.
I knew that was inappropriate.
But I had seen her as family.
Even Eva occasionally came home drunk, reckless, and completely wasted.
Most times, I was the only one capable of handling her.
Sometimes I had even tucked her into bed myself.
The maids were useless whenever she was that intoxicated.
I bent down and picked up the underwear.
For reasons I couldn’t explain, I brought it closer and inhaled its scent.
A sweet scent.
An innocent piece of fabric covering a place on her body I should have no business thinking about.
The image of her naked body immediately flooded my mind.
Her firm breasts.
Her slender legs.
Her smooth thighs.
The heat shot straight through me.
I dropped the underwear onto the bed and stepped into the bathroom, leaving the door slightly open.
My hands found their way to shirts and my trousers.
I pushed them down and freed my already hardened length.
I couldn’t remember the last time I had become this aroused simply from seeing a woman’s underwear.
I turn on the shower letting the water run through me as if it could erase the thoughts in my head.
It certainly wasn’t my first time around women.
I had women throwing themselves at me almost every day.
Some even went as far as offering themselves openly in desperate attempts to get my attention.
Yet none of them had affected me this way.
My hand moved slowly at first around my c**k.
Then faster.
The pleasure intensified.
Low groans escaped my throat.
The image of Aria in that black dress filled my mind.
Then another image followed.
Aria wearing nothing but that black lace underwear.
Aria bent over the bed.
Aria beneath me.
I imagined my hands on her body.
Imagined her calling my name.
The fantasy only fueled the fire.
I growled deeply.
My breathing turned uneven.
My hand never stopped.
I knew this was wrong.
Forbidden.
Pleasuring myself to thoughts of a girl my daughter’s age.
A girl who probably saw me as nothing more than a respected father figure.
Yet I couldn’t stop.
Lost in guilt.
Shame.
And forbidden desire.
Then the door to my chambers suddenly opened.
Before I could react, there she was.
Aria.
Standing frozen beside the bed.
Holding up the black lace underwear.
For a moment, neither of us moved.
Neither of us spoke.
Our eyes locked.
And at that exact moment, my release hit- i came very hard, my c*m splashing on the bathroom walls.
Before I could say a word, Aria spun around and fled.
The bedroom door slammed shut behind her.
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