Page 82 of Wicked Alphas


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“It hurts,” she whispers. “Grey, it hurts.”

Oh, fuck.

Claim her mate her bite her!

“Tell me what you need,” I murmur. I clench my hands into fists, waiting for her to say it.

Forcing myself to stay composed.

Her breathing is ragged, and she twists in her nest, kicking blankets off her body.

She’s in a dark long sleep shirt and she’s never looked more beautiful. It slides up her thighs, just skimming below the top of her mound.

I’m going to combust.

“I missed you,” she whispers, and I clench my jaw.

She doesn’t know how deeply those words cut.

“I’m here now.” My voice is clipped, careful not to let any emotion slip out.

Because if I do, I don’t know if it will ever stop.

Her scent permeates throughout the room, making my cock throb in agony.

My inner Alpha is done being patient.

“Beg for it.”

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“Beg for it.”

Any shame that I had dissipates the moment those words leave his mouth.

“Please,” I gasp. I lift my sleep shirt up, the one Beau changed me into, exposing my cunt to him.

He groans as I run a finger through my slit, gathering the wetness that’s pooled there.

“Please, Alpha,” I breathe, as his scent engulfs me.

I’m quickly losing myself, desperate to give into my inner instincts.

“Did they use Influence on you?” He demands, and I frown.

“Did they—what?” My brain is too foggy to understand his question.

“Ah. They didn’t teach you.”

Teach me what?

“Spread your legs,Omega.”

Obey Alpha!

I don’t even think. I shift my legs apart, exposing myself further to him.

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