One Night Stand With The Enemy Alpha

Spend your heat with me

The next time I opened my eyes, darkness enveloped me like a shroud. My head throbbed, a dull ache pulsing behind my temples, and my body felt heavy, limp against soft sheets that weren't my own. Blinking groggily, I took in the vast room—high ceilings, sleek modern furniture, floor-to-ceiling windows revealing the glittering city skyline far below.

A penthouse? The air was thick with his scent, that intoxicating mix of cedarwood and smoked amber, sharp and masculine, laced with an undercurrent of raw power. It clung to everything: the pillows, the duvet, even my skin. Theron's scent. It hit me like a wave, stirring something primal deep inside, making my core clench involuntarily.

No. My eyes widened in horror. This had to be his room—his bedroom, for god's sake. The king-sized bed I lay in was rumpled, the faint imprint of another body beside me. Why had he brought me here? What had happened after I collapsed in his office? Fragments rushed back: his arms catching me, his nose buried in my neck, declaring I was in heat.

And then... oh god, the kiss. It flooded my memory unbidden—his lips crashing against mine in the haze of my dizziness, rough and demanding, his tongue invading as if claiming territory. I'd been too weak to resist, my body betraying me with a moan, heat surging through my veins like liquid fire.

But now, alone in his domain, panic clawed at my chest. What did he want? To trap me? Punish me for the supposed betrayal with his cousin? Or worse, use my heat against me, force me into something I couldn't escape?

My body responded before my mind could catch up, a fresh wave of warmth blooming low in my belly, slickness gathering between my thighs. No, no, no. I shook my head violently, trying to dispel the fog, the unwanted arousal. I couldn't let this happen.

Remember his words, his accusations—that I'd been scheming with his cousin, taking money, playing him for a fool. If he truly believed I had another Alpha, someone else I loved, he might let me go. He'd be furious, curse me out, throw me from his life like trash. It would hurt, seeing that disgust in his eyes, but it was better than the alternative.

Better than him digging deeper, uncovering the truth about my father—his crimes against the Vexler family, the blood debt that could lead to torture, or worse. This lie could be my salvation. I had to get out.

Pushing the covers aside, I swung my legs over the edge of the bed, my bare feet hitting cool hardwood. I was still in my interview clothes, rumpled and damp with sweat, but my shoes were nowhere in sight. Heart pounding, I stood on shaky legs, scanning for the door. Just leave. Run before he—

The bathroom door swung open with a soft click, steam billowing out like a veil. There he was: Theron, emerging in nothing but a white bathrobe loosely tied at his waist, droplets of water tracing paths down his chiseled chest, his dark hair tousled and damp. His eyes locked on mine instantly, sharp and predatory, as if he'd sensed my intent before I even moved.

"Going somewhere, Lyra?" His voice was low, laced with amusement that didn't reach his eyes. "Why are you so determined to leave? Always running from me. It's starting to feel personal."

I froze, my breath catching in my throat. Silence stretched between us, thick and charged. I couldn't speak, couldn't move as he prowled toward me, each step deliberate, his scent intensifying, wrapping around me like invisible chains. My pulse raced, fear mingling with that damned heat, making my skin flush hot. He was so close now, towering over me, his presence overwhelming. Thoughts swirled in chaos: What if he doesn't believe the lie? What if he forces the truth out? I'm trapped here, in his world, his rules.

He stopped inches away, his heat radiating against my chilled skin. Gently, almost tenderly, he raised my chin with two fingers, forcing me to meet his dark eyes—stormy depths swirling with anger, desire, and something unreadable.

"Tell me again, Lyra. Do you really have another Alpha? Some other bastard who's claimed what's mine?"

Fear choked me, but I nodded, my voice barely a whisper. "Y-yes. I... I love someone else. So you should let me go."

His face twisted in disgust, a snarl curling his lips as he shoved me back onto the bed. I gasped, tumbling onto the mattress, my heart slamming against my ribs. Before I could scramble away, he was over me, his body pinning mine down, the bathrobe parting slightly to reveal more of his sculpted form. The weight of him was intoxicating, his scent drowning me, stirring the heat to a fever pitch.

"You're really daring, aren't you, little omega?" he growled, his breath hot against my ear. "Lying to my face like that. Has it all been an act? Have you never liked me, not even a little?"

I was terrified, my body trembling beneath him, but I forced the words out, clinging to the lie like a lifeline. "No, I...what are you talking about?"

“Oh, now I get it,” He laughed, but it was bitter, hollow, echoing in the room like a curse. "That's why you ran every time? Dodged my calls, rejected my gifts? Because your heart belongs to some other Alpha? Pathetic. And here I thought you were different. But you're just a slut for whoever pays better, huh?"

The tension crackled between us, electric and dangerous. His hands roamed, one pinning my wrist above my head, the other gripping my jaw firmly, tilting my face to his. I could feel his arousal pressing against my thigh through the thin robe, hard and insistent, mirroring the ache building in me. Fears flooded my mind: What if he takes me now? Marks me? I can't let him; it'll bind us forever. But god, my body wants it—craves his touch, his dominance.

No, fight it.

"Even if you like someone else," he continued, his voice dropping to a dirty whisper, lips brushing my neck, "you should still spend your heat with your mate. That's what omegas do, isn't it? Spread their legs for the Alpha who owns them. You helped me through my rut, remember? Let me knot you, fill you up until you screamed my name. Wouldn't it be rude if I didn't return the favor? Let me help you out, Lyra. Let me f**k the heat out of you until you're begging for more."

My eyes widened, horror and unwanted lust warring inside me. "Don't... don't do it," I pleaded, my voice breaking. "Please, Theron."

He smirked, mocking me with a slow grind of his hips against mine, making me whimper involuntarily. "Why? Don't want to cheat on that precious Alpha of yours? Afraid he'll smell me on you, know you've been my dirty little secret? Or is it because you know once I bury myself inside you, you'll forget all about him? You'll be mine, clenching around my c**k, milking every drop."

I stayed silent, tears pricking my eyes, the heat making everything hazy. His mockery cut deep, each word a lash, but the tension—god, the tension—was unbearable. Our breaths mingled, heavy and ragged, his eyes devouring me like prey.

"Answer me, Lyra," he demanded, his grip tightening on my jaw, forcing my gaze to his. "Will you spend your heat with me or not? Let me taste you, stretch you, ruin you for anyone else."

My thoughts raced in terror: If I say yes, he might keep me forever. If no, he could hurt me, force it anyway. But maybe... maybe this is the way out. "If... if I spend it with you," I whispered, fear lacing every word, "would you let me go? After?"

He snarled, a feral sound that sent shivers down my spine, his free hand sliding down my body, cupping my breast possessively through my blouse. "Let you go? Oh, sweetheart, that's cute. You think you can bargain with me? It depends on whether I like it or not. You have to satisfy me first—make me c*m so hard I forget your lies. Ride me like the needy omega you are, take my knot deep, scream how much better I am than that phantom Alpha. If you're good, if you clench around me just right and beg for my seed... maybe I'll consider it. But if not? I'll keep you here, f**k you through every wave of your heat until you're bred, marked, mine forever. Now, what's it going to be? Spread those legs, or do I have to make you?"

The words hung dirty and heavy, the tension coiling tighter, my body arching traitorously toward him. Fears screamed—escape, truth, pain—but the heat demanded surrender. I was lost, teetering on the edge, his scent overwhelming everything.