Alpha's Curse

I'm coming,I'm coming

"That's not—"

"Don't," he gripped her arm. "Don't lie to me. I can see it in your eyes."

Her heart pounded as his hold tightened—not painful, but impossible to escape.

"I have to go," she said.

"Why? Who is he?"

"I can't tell."

"Is he blackmailing you? Are you in trouble?"

She didn't respond, but her eyes said everything. Devil's jaw set hard.

"I'm coming with you."

"No—"

"That's not your choice."

"Devil, please. It's too dangerous—"

"Exactly. That's why I won't let you go alone."

They stared each other down. Finally Scarlett surrendered.

"Fine. But you don't say a word. You stay silent."

"Deal."

They left quietly, slipping into her car. She started the engine.

"Where are we going?" Devil asked.

"Old highway. There's an abandoned motel."

He said nothing, gazing out the window as they drove through silent, lamp-lit streets. The motel was run-down, deserted. Michael preferred places no one visited.

Scarlett parked, noticing room seven's door slightly ajar.

"Wait here," she instructed Devil.

"What? No—"

"Please. Trust me."

He held her gaze, then nodded.

She exited and approached the door, heart drumming in her chest. She pushed inside—darkness filled the room.

"Michael?" she called out.

Suddenly, the lights flared on.

He stood before her—tall, in black clothes, broad-shouldered, those hypnotic, intense eyes.

"Scarlett," he spoke her name like a sacred prayer.

She rushed to him. "Michael, I'm in trouble. Someone found out about us."

His face remained unreadable.

"Who?"

"I don't know. They sent me photos. Called me to a warehouse tomorrow."

"Warehouse?"

Scarlett explained everything—envelope, photos, threats, the laser dot. Michael listened silently, stony-faced.

"You will not go to the warehouse," he declared.

"But if I don't, they'll send the photos to my family—"

"I'll handle it."

"How?"

He stepped up, strong hands cupping her face, warmth radiating.

"Do you trust me?"

She nodded.

"Then just believe. I'll find them. And… I'll teach them a lesson."

There was darkness in his vow—a dangerous promise.

"Michael… who are you, really? How do you have so much power?"

He smiled, pressing a finger to her lips.

"Some answers don't exist, love."

"But—"

He kissed her deeply—intense and possessive. She melted against him, their bodies entwined. He eased her onto the bed.

"Tonight, you're only mine," he whispered, undoing her jeans.

"Michael… Devil's outside—"

He stopped, a sharp look flickering.

"Who?"

"Devil. Mia's son. He came with me."

Michael rose, checked the window—Devil sat in the car, frowning at his phone.

"What does he know?" Michael asked coldly.

"Nothing. He just saw me leave."

"Hmm," Michael mused, then turned back to her.

"We'll have to hurry."

Michael undressed her, gazing at her body.

"Every time I look at you… you're more beautiful."

He peeled off his shirt, revealing a muscular, scarred body. Strange marks—claw-like—traced his skin. Scarlett had never asked about them, sensing he was far from ordinary.

Michael pressed his lips to her neck, then lower. He unhooked her bra with expert fingers, mouth exploring with an urgency that set Scarlett ablaze.

"Ahh… Michael…" she moaned.

He circled her n****e with his tongue, gently biting, fingers tangled in her hair. Her body burned.

He stripped her underwear, leaving her bare. His hands roamed her thighs, slow and teasing.

"Please… Michael…" she begged.

"Please what?" he teased.

"Touch me… there…"

He obliged, fingers circling her slick center. Scarlett arched, breathing ragged.

"f**k… yes… right there…"

He slid a finger inside. Then two. Gentle, then rough. Faster.

"You're so wet," he whispered. "Just for me."

"Only… only for you…"

He removed his pants, revealing himself—hard and ready.

"Ready?" he asked.

Scarlett nodded.

With a swift motion, he was inside her, filling her completely.

"Ahhhh!" she cried out.

He paused. "Does it hurt?"

"No… just… you're so… big…"

Michael smiled, then began to move—slowly, then faster. Scarlett wrapped her legs around his waist.

"Faster… please… faster…"

His pace quickened, every thrust deeper than before. The bed shook. Their cries filled the room.

"f**k… Michael… I'm… I'm close…"

"Look at me," he commanded.

She met his gaze, lost in eyes so deep they seemed almost inhuman. Just for a moment, she thought she saw them change—glowing gold, wild like a beast.

But in that moment, Scarlett shattered, the orgasm overtaking her, body shaking, all she could utter was his name.

"Michael… Michael… f**k… Michael…"

He came with her, warmth flooding her.

Exhausted, they lay side by side, covered in sweat.

After silence, Scarlett asked, "Your eyes… did they just change?"

He paused.

"What do you mean?"

"Nothing. Maybe I imagined it."

He pulled her close.

"You should go. That boy is waiting outside."

Scarlett dressed hurriedly.

"Don't go to the warehouse tomorrow," he repeated. "I'll take care of it."

"Okay."

She stopped at the door.

"Michael… you're different. I know. But… it doesn't matter to me."

He smiled softly.

"I know."

Outside, cold air woke her from her fever. Scarlett climbed into the car. Devil's eyes widened as he saw her—hair tousled, lips swollen, face flushed.

"You… did you just… with him?" Devil's voice trembled.

Scarlett said nothing, just started the engine.

"Scarlett, answer me. Did you just f**k that guy?"

That's none of your concern, Devil."

"The hell it's not!" he shouted. "You're my aunt. You're family. And you… with some random guy…"

"He isn't random."

"So who is he?"

"I can't tell you."

"Why?"

"Because… because you wouldn't understand."

They lapsed into tense silence.

"I love him," Scarlett finally admitted.

Pain flashed in Devil's eyes.

"You… you love him?"

"Yes."

"But… is he blackmailing you?"

"No. Someone else is."

"Who?"

"I don't know. But Michael will find them."

"Michael… so that's his name."

She nodded.

Arriving home, they slipped quietly inside.

In the corridor, Devil seized her hand.

"Scarlett… I want to help you."

"You can't."

"Why not?"

"Because this is my fight."

"But—"

She pressed a finger to his lips.

"Please. Just… forget it."

"I can't forget you," he whispered.

Scarlett's heart stuttered.

"What?"

He drew closer—much closer.