Passion in the Alpha's Revenge

Chapter. 2 Suspicious Red Marks

The night was getting late. Alice had fallen asleep with a puffy face. However, there was suddenly something that made her hair stand up, her instincts caught that something wrong was going to happen.

The door to her room opened slowly. Without a knock. Without an excuse.

Alice turned her head quickly, her body stiffening. The tall, well-built figure stood in the doorway of her room.

"Mr. Alfred," Alice muttered. "What are you doing here?" Alice asked, her voice low, but trembling.

Alfred didn't answer right away. He closed the door slowly, then walked in with quiet steps, as if there were no boundaries of personal space for Alice. His eyes looked at Alice sharply, but this time not with anger like this morning. There was something else-something softer and more passionate than usual.

His steps were slow, but the pressure of his aura was heavy-like a wolf approaching its mate, not with anger... but with an inexplicable feeling.

"Have you forgotten? This is now my castle, and you are my puppet. So, it's only natural that I go wherever I want. Including this place," Alfred said finally.

Alice backed away with a wary face, her back touching the wall. Her breath caught. Her eyes looked at Alfred warily, but her body hesitated. There was a part of her that was still bound... by hatred, by fear, and as well... something she couldn't name.

"Why?" asked Alice. "Why this place out of all the pack houses and rooms in this castle?" Alice said out loud, bravely.

Alfred just smiled wryly. Then he grabbed Alice's chin.

"I like your courage, Alice. But let's see how far you can go with this."

Without asking permission, Alfred kissed Alice's lips. It was warm, intense, and confusing. And Alice-who should have pushed him away-was silent.

There was a war within her. Logic said run. Her heart said hate. But her body froze, as if enjoying it.

"I know you hate me," Alfred whispered near her ear. "But don't lie that you don't feel anything."

"Stop it, sir! You're out of your mind!" Alice tried to bluff. Her hands pushed against Alfred's muscular chest. However, Alice's hands were easy enough to be pulled and held against the wall above the girl's head.

"Really? Are you sure you don't want to enjoy this?" Alfred whispered, then brushed Alice's neck, cheeks and lips with his kisses.

Alice closed her eyes. She didn't. This is wrong. All of this is wrong. But-why does her heart keep beating fast and her eyes keep closing?

'Fight Alice. You have to beat her up! You can't be this weak!' Alice said to herself. Even so, her body flinched. Letting Alfred play his lips on Alice's other sensitive areas.

In between savoring every libido-enhancing spot of Alice's body, Alfred glanced at Alice for a moment. His lips broke into a small smile as the girl seemed torn between enjoying or resisting Alfred's touch. Tonight was a full moon. And as usual, Alfred could at least control himself in heat. Because every molecule in his body seemed to be excited.

's**t! Why is Alice's body scent so seductive? Really, I can't help it anymore,' Alfred thought. With a single tug, Alfred took off Alice's shirt without a trace. For a moment, he stared at the girl's seductive body.

"Stop it, Alfred! Please," Alice said while covering her private parts. However, that didn't stop Alfred from enjoying the beauty of her body.

"You've called me wrong. You should be punished.

"The Alpha. Please!"

"It's too late, Alice."

Alfred smiled a little. Like a hungry dog staring at fresh meat. Alfred seemed to be out of control. His fiery red eyes showed a burning s****l passion. Alice could only grimace as Alfred began to enter her. Really, she wanted to resist so badly, but that thing always managed to make her feel pleasure. Alice was finally lulled, she squeezed the sheets as her logic lost the battle in her mind.

Sweat and ragged breathing continued to collide, the squeak of the swaying bed a silent witness. Two hours had passed, and Alfred and Alice had climaxed perfectly.

Alfred staggered to his feet. His strength was drained, but his lips wore a satisfied smile. It was better than winning a battle with the strongest enemy.

"Wait!" Alice's words stopped the man's staggering steps. "Why are you doing this to me when you already have Victoria?"

Alfred tugged at the corners of his lips again. While casting a glance.

"You're just my puppet, Alice. And a puppet should never disappoint its master. Understood," Alfred replied before leaving.

In the morning, the smell of toast and black coffee filled the air. Alice stood by the table, busy arranging Alfred's breakfast. Her left hand held the teapot, while her right was busy arranging the pieces of fruit. Everything seemed normal... until the sound of quick steps came from the door.

"Alfreeed!" exclaimed Victoria, cheerful as a child. She immediately hugged Alfred from behind with both arms, her chin resting casually on his shoulder. "Last night was a full moon. What about last night? Could we have done it already? Why am I forgetting everything right now? Did you enjoy it?"

Alfred turned his head slightly, just for a glance. A faint smile appeared on his face as he glanced at Alice, who was standing not far from him.

"Of course. Last night was... very satisfying," he said softly, but surely. Almost a whisper, but clearly enough to be heard by the two girls in the room.

Alice, who was just about to pour tea into Victoria's cup, immediately stopped. Her hand was stiff. The teapot in her grasp squeaked softly as it was gripped too tightly. Her eyes were frozen, her gaze blankly staring at her reflection in the cup. Her throat felt dry. She swallowed with difficulty.

Instantly, flashes of the events she went through with Alfred last night flashed through her mind. The kiss. The touch. Passion. All neatly arranged in Alice's mind at the moment. But she came back to her senses when Victoria reopened the conversation.

"Really? I'm so glad you enjoyed it. I promise to satisfy you every day, darling," Victoria said flirtatiously. In fact, she even glanced at Alice with a showy expression.

Alfred just smiled without taking his eyes off the increasingly nervous Alice. Casually, Alfred sipped coffee from his favorite white cup.

"Of course. I'd be happy to do it again," Alfred replied.

Alice immediately turned to Alfred. Her breath caught in her throat as she stared hatefully at him. Alfred smiled triumphantly.

"You're the real deal, Alpha. I'm so lucky to have you," Victoria said mockingly to Alice.

Alice had just placed the teapot in her hand when she said, "Breakfast is ready. If there's nothing else needed, I'll go to the back-"

"No," Alfred cut in, sharply, without giving her a chance.

Alice's steps halted. The voice wasn't a request-it was an order.

Victoria turned her head quickly, then chuckled. "Listen to that, loser. You're not allowed to leave yet. Don't you dare leave the stage before the show is over?"

Alfred stood up from his chair, grabbed Victoria's waist, and pulled her onto his lap like a king displaying a gift. Alfred's hand didn't just embrace. Instead, he stroked the back of Victoria's neck lightly, then down to the side of her waist-a very deliberate move for Alice to watch.

Victoria looked up at Alice as she leaned her body against Alfred's chest.

"What are you looking at? Starting to feel jealous of my good fortune? What a loser. You don't even have a wolf. How can you be like this perfect me?" Victoria said as she stroked Alfred's arm.

Alice did not answer. Her eyes were downcast, holding back the tightness and burning in her chest.

"Look at us, Alice!" Alfred said softly, his voice full of sweet poison. "Didn't I tell you... I want you to look at us. That means every second, without exception."

Victoria smiled contentedly, then took a grape from the plate, spooning it into Alfred's mouth while licking her own fingertips excessively.

"Isn't this delicious, darling?"

"Not much better than what I had last night, darling." Alfred kissed Victoria, then shared the grapes with her mouth.

Alice, who saw this, immediately turned her face away. For some reason, her heart ached at the sight. Victoria smiled at Alice's behavior.

"Hahaha. You're right, dear. It's very sweet. Not like that loser girl standing there, no wolf, no power. Just being trash and a loser," she said as she looked Alice up and down. "Sometimes I wonder why you still keep someone like her around. In fact, she is the daughter of the person you hate the most."

"Because her pain comforts me," Alfred replied without hesitation. "And you know, I want her to feel every bit of pain I once felt. I just needed her as a puppet. Something submissive that I can play with anytime," Alfred glanced at Alice with a triumphant look.

Alice was silent as she returned his gaze vengefully. Slowly, Alice clenched her fists, but still held back. Of course, she couldn't retaliate, because that would be an excuse for them to torture her even more. Suddenly, Victoria raised her glass high.

"Hey, loser! My tea is empty. Don't be lazy. Or have you forgotten how to pour too?"

With her head bowed, Alice stepped forward. Her hands were still shaking with emotion, but her facial expression remained calm. Only those eyes held a storm that seemed to want to explode.

"Your tea, Luna," she said flatly, as she began to pour.

But as she leaned over to reach Victoria's glass, the top collar of her uniform sagged slightly. Not much-only a split second open-but enough to reveal a purplish-red mark on the side of his chest.

Victoria, who was sitting on Alfred's lap, turned around quickly, her eyes widening. Her face froze. Her hands gripped the back of the chair, then her gaze sharpened like a newly sharpened knife.

"What is it?" She whispered softly, but menacingly.

Alice hurriedly pulled up her collar, but it was too late. Victoria had already seen.

"You... cheap b***h!" shouted Victoria as she pushed Alice so hard backwards that Alice's body staggered and almost dropped the teapot.

Alfred just raised an eyebrow, smiling faintly no intention of helping in the slightest.

"Luna Victoria-" Alice tried to explain, but couldn't.

"Who did you sleep with, huh? That... that's definitely not from a freak accident!" Victoria stood up, pointing at Alice harshly. "Do you think I'm stupid? It's a kissmark, you sneaky b***h! Who did you do it with!"

Alice was silent, her face pale but not in denial.

Victoria turned to Alfred with a flushed face.

"Honey! Say something! Did you see her?! In our house, at our dinner table-this damn woman dares to show off her backside?!"

Alfred just leaned back, looking at the two as if he was watching a play he had directed himself. Alfred seemed to be waiting for a bigger scene.

"Tell me which man wants to touch you, b***h!"

Alice turned to Alfred, who only smiled a little, seeing that Alice's jaw hardened. Her hands were clenched even tighter. But there were no tears. Not anymore.

Victoria almost slapped Alice, but Alice held her back. Making Victoria and Alfred surprised.

"You won't believe me even if I answer. So, it's better. Just think about your own actions. You're much more of a b***h than what

I did!" Alice threw out Victoria's hand who was still dumbfounded by Alice's boldness. Meanwhile, Alfred smiled at the scene he had been waiting for.