Emma’s POV
The pack files out in silence, footsteps fading down the hall until it’s just us—me still bent over the Alpha’s table, thighs trembling, Richard’s c*m leaking down my legs in cooling trails. The dining hall feels massive now, empty except for the mix scent of our cums and my humiliation. I don’t dare move or look up. My face burns against the wood, tears drying sticky on my cheeks.
Richard’s hand lands on my lower back, heavy and possessive. Far from gentle. He pulls me upright by the hair, forcing me to stand on shaky legs, exposed and dripping for him alone now.
“Sit,” he orders, voice as cold as steel, pointing to the end of the table where two plates remained untouched—our dinner, steak and vegetables.
I lower myself onto the edge, wincing as my sore p***y meets the
