The city lights were just a blurry mess through the windows. I couldn't focus.
My feet dragged across the cold marble floor as I paced, my head a goddamn war zone. Pride, frustration, and this thing… this bond… it all churned inside me like a storm.
I wanted control.
I wanted to tell Dante to go to hell.
But my body… my stupid, traitorous body… was screaming something else entirely.
Then I felt it
A deep, insistent ache throbbed between my legs, my cock half-hard and leaking against the confines of my pants, every nerve ending lit up like a live wire.
My skin felt too tight, too sensitive, as if the slightest brush of fabric was enough to make me whimper
.
My hole--fuck, why was I even thinking about it like that--clenched emptily, a trickle of slick already dampening my underwear, betraying me in the most humiliating way.
I wasn't ready for this. I would never be ready.
My hand pressed to my chest, right where the bond throbbed like a second heartbeat. A reminder that I wasn't alone ever.
What the fuck is happening to me,why is my rut earlier than the last time?
Dante was always there, lurking in the shadows of my mind like a ghost I couldn't exorcise.
Then I felt it.
A shift in the air. Subtle, but sharp. Like someone opening a door without making a sound. I didn't need to turn.
Dante.
Standing in the doorway like he owned the world. Like he owned me.
I stumbled back not because I wanted to, but because his presence hit me like a punch straight to the gut. I couldn't breathe.
The scent of him leather and rain , alpha through and through flooded my senses, making my knees buckle and my cock twitch painfully, swelling fuller against my zipper.
"What's the matter, Alpha?" His voice was low, rough, and far too intimate. "Cat got your tongue?"
A choked sound escaped my throat. Then heat hit me—raw, primal, terrifying.
This wasn't just desire.
This was instinct.
No Alisstar , wake up,you can't give in to your kidnapper ,you need to get up and get over this rut,this is not the first time you are having one .
This was something I shouldn't be feeling.
I was an Alpha. I wasn't supposed to react like this. Wasn't supposed to feel my hole fluttering, slick easing out in a warm rush that soaked through to my pants, my balls drawing up tight as if begging to be touched
.
He stepped closer, slow and deliberate, brushing his fingers against my cheek. A claim. A warning. A spark of fire that raced down my spine, straight to my groin, where my arousal throbbed harder, demanding attention.
Oh, but what you are experiencing my queen is heat ,not a rut .
"What did you just say, haha very funny as a joke."
"Maybe I should remind you that am an alpha,the highest ranked alpha,you dumb brain "
"Abd I will never allow you to take me or even fuck me"
"You keep saying that," he murmured, his voice vibrating inside my chest, "but your hands are telling me something different."
Damn him.
Because it was true.
Against my will, my hands gripped his shirt and pulled him closer. I held on like I needed something solid to keep me from falling apart.
I tried to pull away, to resist, but the bond held me tightly, like chains around my ribs, pulling me toward the heat of his body, the hard ridge of his erection pressing insistently against my thigh thick and unyielding making my own cock leak a fresh bead of pre-cum.
"What did you do to me?" I gasped, fear and something else twisting inside me, my voice breaking as another wave of slick heat dripped down my thighs, the scent of my arousal filling the air like a siren's call.
"Nothing you weren't already made for," he whispered, lips almost brushing mine. "I'm just answering a call no one else can hear. Your body is telling me you're in a rut."or should I say heat "
" Just shut the fuck up "
Shame struck hard, burning through me like acid. My face flushed hot, but so did the rest of me—my nipples pebbling under my shirt, my cock straining, fully hard now, the tip weeping pre-cum that soaked through the fabric in a dark, embarrassing patch
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"I am an Alpha! Not an Omega!" I choked. "I will never submit to you. You can take my body, but you will never have my soul!"
His smirk deepened, eyes darkening as he inhaled deeply, scenting the arousal I couldn't hide the mix of my slick and pre-cum, sharp and needy.
"Your soul is the only part left to take."
He lowered his head, kissing the side of my neck—soft, claiming, devastating. His teeth grazed my pulse point, not breaking skin but marking me all the same, and I moaned, low and broken, my hips bucking forward involuntarily to grind against him, the friction sending a jolt straight to my balls.
"Your soul fights," he murmured, his breath hot against my throat. "But your body… your body is already begging for me."