Elara's POV
Just as I was drowning in despair and terror, a sudden warmth wrapped around me. I looked up in surprise to see Kael draping his jacket over my naked body.
"Alpha..." I started, but he cut me off.
"Is this what you want?" There was no anger in his voice, no accusation—just a hidden hint of tenderness.
I didn't get it, so I just stared at him blankly.
"If you were uncomfortable, why did you keep going?" His gaze flicked to his massive c**k, still hard and glistening with my spit.
I froze.
No one had ever asked me that. Boris never asked. His fans never asked. In their world, my feelings didn't matter. I was just a vessel, a tool, a vent for their lust... a warm hole that could talk.
"I..." My voice trembled. "I’m your property, Alpha Kael. You can do whatever you want to
