A therapist who needed therapy.
She had sat across from me in her little chair, saying what no one else would dare to.
She had dared to tell me that my obsession for my little stepsister was a taboo, and when I refused to listen, she had chipped it in that she might be
The worst mistake of her life orced to tell my parents about it.
I certainly made sure it never happened.
Bitch.
She thought she could fix me.
No one would ever know the extent of my obsession for Kasmine until they tried to stop me. I’d kill anyone who ever tries. Including my father.
No one can take her away from me… Not even Kasmine herself can take herself away from me. She had no idea that the moment she confessed she was mine, she had committed herself in ways she couldn’t take back. She could never take it back.
If only she knew.
The grand mall bustled with activities as luxury cars pulled in and out, wealthy patrons gliding through its glass doors as if the world existed solely for their pleasure. But I wasn’t looking at any of them. I barely even noticed them.
A muscle ticked in my jaw as I loosened my tie, the fabric suddenly choking me. I checked my watch as the minute crawled by.
Fuck.
I exhaled sharply, rolling my neck, trying to unclench my jaw before I shattered my own teeth.
And that was when I saw something….
Through the towering glass windows of an exclusive boutique inside the mall, standing alone on a golden pedestal beneath a halo of soft, glowing lights, was THE dress.
It wasn’t just any dress. It was THE dress.
It was a masterful creation of silk and lace, intricate patterns of embroidery running over the bodice like delicate vines, clinging to an invisible form.
The off-shoulder design dipped into the kind of neckline that would reveal just enough of Kasmine’s soft skin to make any man look-but no one would dare. Not if they valued their life.
A long, flowing skirt cascaded to the floor in rippling layers the train extending just enough to leave a graceful, regal impression. A dress made for a Queen.
For my Queen.
My pulse pounded violently. I could already see her in it. Already picture the way it would hug her curves, how the silk would move against her body as she walked toward me only me, while the small crowd that would be in attendance watched in awe.
I could see her standing at the sacred altar, draped in white standing before me.
My bride.
A wicked heat unfurled in my chest.
I was already planning our wedding, but she didn’t even know it yet.
Without a second thought, I stepped out of the car. The summer heat wrapped around me, but I barely felt it as I strode out of the parking lot into the mall.
The bell chimed softly as I entered the boutique. A woman in a tailored suit, which made her look sharp even with the little wrinkles on her face, turned to greet me. But her polished smile faltered for a second as her gaze flickered over me.
Good. She knew who I was.
“Alpha Kester,” she said, regaining her composure. “What an honor. How can we assist you today?”
She wasn’t a member of my pack, but she knew me well enough to know that seeing me in their boutique was like seeing a viper in a bed of roses.
“I want that dress.”
KESTER.
“You still haven’t told me what you were doing in that boutique, Kester,” Kasmine asked for the hundredth time. as we drove home.
I smirked, gripping the wheel with one hand while the other itched to reach for her. I was tempted-so damn tempted to tell her. But no, it had to be a surprise. Probably when we’ve decided on a date, which I know could be a long time from now – say in two to three months – then she’d know that she didn’t need to shop for a wedding dress and that I already had it taken care of.
I turned to steal another glance at her, and, heavens, she looked beautiful.
She didn’t just look beautiful. She looked sinful… ruinous. Like something a man would walk willingly into disaster for.
The day had been about her-her hair, her nails, her skin every detail fine-tuned to perfection… Everything she’d need to look and feel beautiful for our trip tomorrow. And I was happy I did. Because I loved what I saw- she looked like she was made for indulgence. My indulgence.
“You look breathtaking, baby,” I complimented and she shot me an eye roll. I had dodged her question yet again.” Your bags are packed, right?” I asked, and she hesitated before replying.
“I heard something is wrong with one of your branches,” she folded her arms the way she always did, which made her seem like a mother about to scold her child. It warmed my heart in ways even I couldn’t understand. “They say it needs your attention.”
I chuckled, shaking my head as I turned the wheel, taking us down a quieter road. My mind, however, was anything but quiet.
Zeth, my wolf, wouldn’t even let me think straight. He had been pestering me about marking and making Kasmine ours since the day we took her virginity. He’s been angry at me and hasn’t spoken to me in a while. But I knew the fucker couldn’t stay away for so long.
“You know you could pull over right now. Push the seat back. Drag her onto your lap and rip that tight little skirt up her waist, right?” Zeth, that slimy fucker, said, planting the most erotic picture in my head.
“Imagine the way she’d gasp when you spread her thighs, the way her breath would stutter as you dragged your fingers through her slick folds, teasing and tormenting her until she was whimpering your name in need.”
Fuck. Zeth wasn’t helping me.
The raw image of all he was saying filled my head, and I felt this dizzying sensation take over. My mind’s eyes were clouded with those vivid images.
“Zeth…” I warned, but he only chuckled and continued.
“The way her nails would dig into your shoulders as you shoved your cock deep inside her. I could already hear her breathy moans, you know? Her body trembling, her whimpers as we fuck her right here and now, in this lonely darkness-hard, deep, and without mercy-until her screams were swallowed by the night, Kester,” He growled, “Until her body was wrecked and trembling, and until she understood that she belonged to us in ways she couldn’t even begin to fight.”
“Fuck it, Zeth!” I hissed, feeling my cock grow painfully already.
If I listened to Zeth, I’d make Kasmine scream out loud with no one to hear her cries but me
Oh, she was surely going to cry if I did that… Because, fuck, was fucking high on arousal.
My grip on the wheel tightened.
The thought made blood rush to my lower region, making me rock-hard as my cock pressed uncomfortably against my trouser.
“Are you even listening?” She asked, and I hummed a response, my gaze already searching for the right spot.
The right spot…
Zeth had won. Now I wanted to fuck her.
I had intentionally taken this path instead of the busy area that led to the house because I desired a quiet drive while enjoying the company of Mine, but right now, I had a different plan altogether.
Cars hardly ever use this path because of how l lonely it is. Not because it was dangerous but because man’s mind has a way of making them feel unsafe, even in the most safe environment.
“What are you doing? You aren’t saying anything, Kester,” Her plump, pink lips parted in confusion as I pulled the car to a stop under a large tree, the sky dimming into a deep blue. It was already past six in the evening.
The perfect atmosphere, place, and time.
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