Her bed was positioned in a way that gave me the perfect view. Even though I couldn’t have a clear view of what her pussy looked like, my imagination didn’t need help anymore. I’d already filled in the blanks while I looked at her parted thighs. Her pussy was still untouched – tight, wet, and virgin-soft.
Fuck.
I’d jerked off to her more times than I could count. Some nights twice. Other nights, more. I didn’t feel guilt anymore. Just hunger, obsession, and need.
But I still wasn’t satisfied. A part of me still felt empty. Totally empty.
What I wanted was simple… I wanted to own her totally. Chasing boys away from her didn’t do the trick anymore. I wanted her to be mine and mine alone. And I wanted her to know that she was mine.
I wanted to have access to her body. I wanted all of her. Her time. Her body. Her mind. Her fucking soul.
I wanted to crawl into her world and seal the exit shut.
I didn’t want her to be just afraid of me. I wanted her owned. I wanted her to understand that she wasn’t hers anymore.
She was mine.
I wanted to do so many unholy things to that gorgeous body of hers. And I wanted her to thank me for it.
She was already terrified of me. The other day, she said I wasn’t the big brother she used to know.
Damn right, I wasn’t.
That part of me died a long time ago.
I had become cold and distant. I hardly ever said much to her, or even looked at her for longer than five seconds.
I didn’t want to lose it.
I had become Alpha. And I had taken over my father’s company. I made a decision I know would be beneficial for us all. I’d be leaving town. Three hours away from home.
Maybe just maybe I’d outgrow this… madness. This obsession that had sunk its teeth into my spine and refused to fucking let go.
June had been on my neck nonstop. Always trying to squeeze herself into the space Kasmine filled. Maybe if I gave her a shot, she’d be enough of a distraction to make me forget about Kasmine.
The door to my room pushed open ever so slowly, and I already knew who it was.
She cleared her throat and asked, “Can I come in?”
I didn’t even look back. I kept folding my clothes and dumping them into the open suitcase on my bed.
Sure. Come in.” I replied.
I felt her soft presence drawing nearer to me, and her fragrance?
Fucking hell. Sweet, fresh, and stupidly addictive.
“Stop,” I snapped, turning toward her before she crossed the invisible line I set for myself.
Her eyes widened, and I could practically taste the fear leaking from her.
As usual, she was putting on her usual crop top and skimpy Jean short that barely covered her ass cheeks.
Her thighs were glowing. Her skin was soft, and those damn shorts were tight enough to make a priest lose focus.
Did this girl want to get fucked?
I’d warned her not to wear such clothes anymore around the house. But she never ever listens. She was sometimes way too stubborn for my liking.
Her fingers were intertwined together with her hands at her back, all shy and innocent, like a little girl about to ask for a new toy. And that posture? Fuck. It pushed her boobs towards me like a fucking invitation. And her nipples? Round and hard like stones, poking through the fabric of her top like they were trying to say hi.
I forced my eyes to stay on her face. “What?” I bit out.
“I…” she cleared her throat and swallowed, “I just came to say goodbye… And that I’d miss you.”
Lies.
I knew she wouldn’t miss me. I was certain she was excited that I was leaving. Now she could finally talk to these other prys 1 scared away. Probably couldn’t wait for me to leave and give her the fucking freedom she always secretly wanted.
“Alright. Be good.” I said, still holding her nervous gaze.
She still stood there, unable to meet my gaze. Did she want something else?
“Wha…” I was just about asking what else she needed when, like a flash of light, she closed the distance between us and wrapped her arms around my waist, burying her face in my chest.
“I’ve missed you, Kester,” she mumbled into me. “And I’ll miss you even more.”
I stood frozen, fists clenched at my sides. I could feel her warmth, her heartbeat, the soft drag of her fingers clutching my shirt.
Was she crying?
“Kasmine…” I whispered. I didn’t mean to. But it just came out.
“Please stay safe out there, Kester. No matter what happens.”
And just like that, she fucking ruined me again. Because staying safe became an assignment and a responsibility to me. Because, no matter what I did, I always remembered that I had to stay safe for her.
PRESENT.
KASMINE.
Whoever this Alpha Saint was, he had to be someone… serious? Influential? Terrifying? I didn’t know. But one thing was clear… Nagel didn’t like hearing his name. At all.
Because, how the hell was Nagel a bit panicked about Alpha Saint’s involvement in whatever?
Alpha Kex, who had just been laughing like a lunatic, immediately stood up, cursing under his breath. His face had drained of all that sick amusement, and now he looked like a dog who had just heard a bigger one growl in the distance. He dressed back up quickly, muttering to Nagel about how “that motherfucker better not get in my business” as they both stormed out of the room.
I exhaled in relief the moment the door slammed shut.
God… thank Selene.
My shaking hands reached to adjust the torn neckline of the gown and pull it over my chest. I wiped my face roughly, trying to stop the tears that had been falling nonstop. It was pointless. I couldn’t stop crying. I couldn’t stop shaking. My body didn’t feel like mine anymore. It felt tainted. Like their hands and words and filth had permanently settled into my skin.
I could barely breathe.
This place was going to destroy me.
If Kester didn’t find me soon, there wouldn’t be anything left of me to save.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered to no one. “I’m so sorry…”
I buried my face in my hands.
A sob choked me.
“Please, Kester…” I croaked, my throat raw from crying. “Save me. I swear, I’ll never doubt you again. I’ll never disobey you again. Just… just come get me. Please…” I sobbed so hard it hurts.
I knew this was all my fault. I was living proof of what happened to people who made stupid choices. But I had already paid enough for it. Being in this place with these monsters was already enough payment.
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