Page 10 of The Forbidden Alpha

For one breath, I believed he was capable of it. Of keeping his word. Of being something other than what he was.

He leaned in, his teeth grazing the column of my throat as his hand swept the material out of the way. “Good girl.”

I hated those two words more than anything he’d done with his hands. He said it like he’d trained me.

“You said you’d stop,” I whispered. My voice broke on the last word.

His eyes didn’t change. “I said I’d stop if you agreed.”

“I agreed.”

“Did you?” His head tilted, something ancient and cold moving in his beast’s eyes. “Because your body is saying something else entirely.”

He drove a finger inside me, and I squeezed my eyes shut, fighting back the tears that burned as he forced my body to react. My pussy clenched around his intrusion, but it was the way he watched me through those all-consuming eyes—he was drinking in my undoing—that truly broke me.

I felt the slick slide of my own wetness coating his knuckles, a silent confession of a need I didn’t want to own.

“That’s right,” he whispered, his breath fanned my face. “Feel what I do to you.” He pushed deeper, a low groan vibrating from his chest into mine.

But as his fingers moved inside me, something—the silent, hidden part of me—didn’t growl. She purred.

I squeezed my eyes shut against something worse than shame. My body was a traitor I understood—biology, alpha dominance, years of isolation, and need. But her? She was supposed to be mine.

He buried his face in my neck, his fingers moving with a rhythmic, punishing speed. My breathing hitched, the friction building into something terrifying and sharp. He nipped at my neck, his fingers pumping harder until a broken moan escaped my lips.

My pussy clenched around him despite everything in me screaming not to.

“Eyes on me, Princess,” he commanded gruffly, his fingers continuing their assault. “I want to watch you cum. Look. At. Me.”

I forced my eyes open, meeting that gold just as the wave broke. It wasn’t a release; it was a shattering. I sobbed, my body racking with a climax that branded itself into me, my forehead dropping against his shoulder as I came all over his hand.

“Good girl.”

He stayed there for a moment, letting me shake against him, before he finally pulled away. I was thankful for the stone at my back to lean on. To my horror, he looked down at his damp fingers. A slow smirk pulled at his lips. His eyes never left mine as he brought them to his mouth. As he swallowed, the gold in his gaze bled back into shadows.

“This is our little secret, Ady,” he whispered, readjusting his clothes with the cool composure of a man who hadn’t just taken a piece of me. “I’ll see you at home.”

He walked out, the heavy gym doors thudding shut with the finality of a casket lid.

For a moment, there was nothing. Just the gym—the ticking of a clock somewhere above, the cold coming up through the floor, and the sound of my own breathing. The world had continued. The walls were still standing. Nothing had moved.

Then my knees hit the hard floor, my legs tucked into my chest as the first real sob tore out of me. I looked at the door, then at my own trembling hands. This didn’t happen. I began to frantically scrub at my skin. I yanked the hem of my shirt up, rubbing the fabric raw against my neck and collarbone, desperate to erase the lingering memory of his jaw. I didn’t have my wolf, but I could smell him all over me. I couldn’t be the woman who belonged to the monster.

I wiped my face until it stung, smoothing my hair with shaking fingers as I forced my breathing to level out.

This never happened.

Chapter 5

The bleeding colors of the setting sun were a stinging reminder of how long I’d been gone.

“Adea! Where have you been?” Nikki’s voice pierced through the ringing in my ears as I approached her car. She didn’t wait for an answer, her eyes narrowing as they raked over my hair and the hectic flush staining my skin. “You look like you’ve been thoroughly… entertained.”

Mavy stepped closer, her wolf-senses close to the surface. “Have you been crying?”

I tucked my chin, trying to trap the scent of him beneath my collar before Mavy’s nose could find it.

“Stress,” I lied. “Let’s leave. This place is depressing.” I grabbed her arm, my fingers trembling as I pulled her into the car, desperate to put distance between me and that gym. Without another word, we climbed in, windows down, as Nikki blasted the music. Mavy sang along, her voice light and free, while I stared out the window, watching the trees blur into dark shadows. I leaned my head against the window frame, hoping the rushing air would strip the smell from my skin and chase it out into the ether.