Ryan
You seem to enjoy leaving the house all the time now, brother?"
I turned to look at the face of the annoying smug prick, which is pretty weird because a lot of people like to say that I look exactly like my brother, but I beg to differ.
Anyone with proper eyes would know I was the more handsome one.
I turned to him with a broad look, because his usual tactics were just that—boring.
"What do you want, Liam?" I asked.
He shrugged and put his hands in his pockets. "I don't know. I just think maybe you are avoiding a certain breeder of yours," he said mockingly. I knew Liam more than anyone. He was trying to get a reaction out of me.
Too bad for him.
He caught me on a bad day.
I was not in the mood for him.
"Well, unfortunately for you, Liam, you wouldn't understand the concept of being busy because you don't have a job."
That wiped the smirk right off his face. He glared at me with so much hatred in his eyes.
That's more like it.
It meant my words actually affected him.
He scoffed. "Well then, that means I'll have a lot of time around the breeder. Who knows—?"
I wrapped my hands around his neck and squeezed tight.
My eyes darkened and my canines dropped. "Stay away from Zaya. I'm warning you."
He smirked and licked his lips. "Her name is Zaya… interesting."
I could feel my anger rising.
His smirk deepened. "What? Don't tell me a soulless monster like you is beginning to actually fall for her."
I knew he was taunting me. His mocking words were only meant to get a reaction.
So why did it make me feel something?
I removed my hands from his neck immediately, like it burned me.
He simply rolled his shoulders.
"Stay the fuck away from her, Liam. Don't make me kill you," I said.
"Fuck off, Ryan," he spat.
Something changed in his demeanour. He stalked towards me, eyes fixed, until he was right in front of me, like he could intimidate me with his size.
We were the same.
"And one more thing," he said. "Threaten me like that again and I'll be the one doing the killing."
It was times like these that Liam's crazy side usually reared its head. He was unstable, but he was also my brother. That didn't matter to me. In fact, I'd much rather do away with the little shit, but Mother loved him.
That was that.
She loved him, and so he wasn't going anywhere.
"Get the fuck out of my face," I said without blinking.
"Dickhead."
He shoved me roughly by the shoulder and stormed off.
If Liam wanted to ruin my mood, then he had succeeded.
That prick.
I got to the office in a very testy mood. Everyone knew to stay away from me whenever I was like this, so I wondered why Elvira didn't seem to get the memo.
Elvira was the head of the warriors and also my secretary, but more than that, we used to fuck.
And she was a good lay—until she started thinking it would become anything more. I ended it immediately. Quite frankly, I should have sacked her by now, but she was too good at her job.
She knew me, and finding someone else would be a hassle.
I glared at her as she walked in wearing a skirt several inches above her knees, showing off her long creamy thighs. Her shirt pushed her breasts up so much I wondered if they weren't suffocating.
I felt my cock twitch in my trousers as I took in the sight of her.
I was a man with urges—what can I say?
"What are you doing here, Elvira?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.
She gave me a sultry smile, her lips painted a deep red that made me want to taste them. "I came to see if you needed any help with your work, sir," she said, her voice dripping with seduction.
I raised an eyebrow at her, though I couldn't deny I was intrigued. Elvira had always been a temptation.
And as always, I gave in.
She walked over to my desk and leaned down, giving me a full view of her cleavage. "I've been thinking about your cock all morning, sir," she said, her voice low and husky.
I groaned, feeling myself harden at her words. I knew I shouldn't be doing this, but I couldn't help myself. I reached out and pulled her onto my lap, her dress riding up as she straddled me.
I ran my hands up her thighs, feeling the heat between her legs. She moaned at my touch, and I felt the dampness of her panties. I pushed them aside and slipped a finger inside her, feeling her tightness clench around me.
She moaned again, louder this time, grinding against me. I knew I had to have her. I stood up, lifting her with me, and carried her to the desk. I pushed everything off, sending papers flying, and laid her down.
I unzipped my trousers and pulled out my cock, already hard and ready. She gasped at the sight, her eyes wide with desire. I rubbed the head against her clit, making her moan even louder.
"Fuck me, sir," she begged breathlessly. "I need you inside me."
I obliged, pushing into her tight pussy. She gasped as I filled her, her walls clenching around me. I started to thrust, her body moving beneath me as I fucked her.
She moaned and writhed under me, her nails digging into my back as I pounded into her. I could feel myself getting closer. I wouldn't be able to hold back much longer.
But then, just as I was about to come, I thought about Zaya.
My erection softened instantly.
A wave of guilt washed over me. I pulled out of Elvira, pushing her off the desk.
Why was I even guilty?
"What the fuck, Alpha?" she asked, her voice full of confusion and disappointment.
I tucked myself back into my trousers and zipped them up, trying to ignore the throbbing.
"You need to leave."
"But—"
"Get the fuck out of here!"
She stared at me for a moment, eyes wide with shock. Then, without a word, she picked up her purse and stormed out, slamming the door behind her.
I buried my face in my hands.
"Fuck!" I hissed.
Now that I was alone, I could deal with my very complicated emotions.