Seducing the Alpha CEO

Chapter 1: Alpha’s lair

Rose

While I sat in my car and watched the patrons enter and exit the seedy-looking club, I fluffed my red hair that I had fixed up in a simple hairdo, which had cost me $100. My hair badly needed to be clipped. I couldn’t recall the last me I had worn hair that long; I normally liked it much shorter. When I transformed into a wolf, my fur was sleeker and more figure-hugging, which made things simpler.

It had been my fifth visit to one of his clubs. Killian Lightfoot had been hard to meet. I always chose the difficult route whenever there was a choice between them. It had taken me days to grasp what I needed to do. As I hopped out of the car and stepped onto the pavement, I sighed once again. I was here to see an asshole, but it didn’t appear that he would be there tonight. Still, I had to take a chance.

I smiled a bit as I slipped my hands down the sides of my deep crimson short dress that had stuck to me like a second skin. Amber had at least taught me some good fashion sense. I looked so bare in the outfit that I might as well have been entering the room totally naked.

I straightened my shoulders, leaned into the car, took my matching purse, then locked the door. I couldn’t put it off any longer. I swiftly crossed the street, my heels thumping loudly on the pavement, and went into the appropriately titled bar, The Alpha’s Lair.

As I approached the bar, I fixed my attention on the man behind it. I could sense several pairs of eyes looking intensely into my back. The crowd was a mix of werewolves and humans, and the werewolves instantly knew I was one of them.

“Hello, sweetheart. What can I get you?” the cheery bartender asked.

“One scotch, please,” I smiled at him. I needed something strong to get through what I had planned.

I grabbed my drink and turned towards the crowd, ignoring all the attention and admiring eyes. And then I spotted him. Killian Lightfoot.

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The man threw me against the headboard of the bed like I was a rag doll. I had watched him in fear and fascination as he unbuttoned his shirt and untied his tie. I whimpered against the head of the bed as he undid the last button and smiled devilishly at me. He then grabbed my foot and dragged me to him. I bumped into the ripped chest with the largest muscles I’d ever seen. He knelt and kissed me full on the lips, his powerful lips crushing my delicate ones. His toned tongue pushed open my lips, forcing itself inside. Because they were so large, I could feel his hardness against me.

“I need to do this. I need to do this.” I chanted as if it were a mantra.

As he pounded mercilessly into me, the pain seared through me. But it was all worth it in the end. It reminded me I was no longer that innocent Rose. I was a femme fatale, a seductress who had seduced and drugged New York’s most powerful man. Killian Lightfoot. Killian was so absorbed in the heat of the moment and failed to notice the concealed camera capturing his evening of excitement. With a howl, he finished and slumped next to me.

As my consciousness rushed back to me, I felt extremely groggy and exhausted. I cracked my eyes open and noticed a stream of light streaming through the curtains of the opulent hotel suite. My gaze lowered to the man sleeping beside me. Killian Lightfoot was dozing off, his features relaxed and his breathing slow and steady. In his sleep, his chiselled jawline softened, and his full lips were slightly parted. His tousled dark hair fell in a gentle wave across his brow, emphasising his sharp cheekbones and strikingly handsome face.

His chest rose and fell rhythmically as he slept, revealing a strong and muscular physique. The crisp white sheet that covered his form framed his broad shoulders, and his long limbs were stretched out in a relaxed and comfortable pose. Despite his deep sleep, his expression was quiet and intense, as if he were dreaming of something important. The room was filled with a peaceful stillness, as if the world outside had vanished, and the only sound was his gentle breathing rhythm.

Overall, he was a vision of male beauty and strength that could warm the heart of any woman. He was the opposite of the beast he was the night before. I touched my swollen lips.

I knew women flocked to him like moths to a flame, unable to resist his allure and charisma. He was a dangerous force, leaving behind broken hearts while embodying irresistible charm. They were his most potent weapons, which he used to manipulate and deceive those around him. His magnetic personality drew people in, but his ruthless nature ensured that he always got what he wanted, no matter the cost. He was a beautiful monster, and I was determined to seduce and tame this monster.

Who was Killian Lightfoot?

He was the Alpha of the Silver Fangs wolf pack. As the leader of a powerful werewolf pack, Killian was feared and revered in equal measure. But his influence extended far beyond the boundaries of the supernatural world. He was also a ruthless businessman, known for his cunning and brutal tactics. His vast empire spanned the city, with a hand in everything from drugs and weapons to gambling and clubs.

Despite his brutal reputation, he was fiercely loyal to those in his pack, and would go to great lengths to protect them. But he was also ruthless to those who crossed him or threatened his business interests.

Overall, Killian Lightfoot was a complex and intriguing figure, a blend of primal power and calculated intelligence. He was a force to be reckoned with, and those who underestimated him did so at their own peril. However, I wasn’t here because I fancied Killian. I was here because he was Amber Mayer’s fiancée.

Amber was the woman responsible for ruining my life five years ago, and now I was about to ruin her. I walked up to the window and threw open the curtains, letting in the early morning sunlight. I turned just as Killian stirred. I returned to the bed and sank into the plush mattress next to his flawless, naked body. He was stunningly handsome. I brushed my hand against his smooth brow, removing an unruly strand of hair.

“Killian, wake up.” I spoke in a hushed tone.

He suddenly grabbed my wrist, dragged me down, and pinned me beneath him. His beautiful face was twisted into a scowl. His green eyes were full of contempt. In a rage, he growled.

“How dare you drug me?”