FATED TO ALPHA HUNTER BY VENNEH LISAH

𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐀'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕:

"Please ask Dwight to come and open the cuffs. I'm straining and in pain," I interrupted Arman as he continued with his rendezvous, earning a growl from him. He tried to break the cuffs, but failed.

"Shit! Why didn't I remember?" Arman cursed after his failed attempt.

He moved his head to the side of the bed and opened the drawer, finding the cuff keys. Dwight must have placed them there or maybe had another copy. Relief washed over us as he released me first and then gave me the key to unlock him. We couldn't waste any more time. We acted with an unprecedented sense of urgency. We were finally free to explore each other!

His eyes locked on me, his tongue dragging over my soaking wet folds. He sucked hard on my Cl******s as he swirled his tongue around it. His mouth continued its slow and steady rhythm, making me lose myself in the pleasurable feel of his tongue on my hot, sensitive flesh.

All I could focus on was his tongue as he pushed it inside my soaking wet channel, sliding it in and devouring my juices that spilled out and coated my thighs and his lips. My skin flushed as heat burned and rushed through me. My stomach tightened, and my legs trembled as I cried out. Waves of pleasure rippled through me as I climaxed on his tongue. My inner walls pulsated and clenched as I moaned. His tongue slowed its rhythm, allowing me to ride out the intense, rippling effect washing through me.

Arman purred, lapping at my juices before kissing my cli******s, making me jolt. He then moved up my body, pressing himself between my legs. I rolled my hips against him, craving him inside me. He grabbed my ankles, jerking me toward him.

"I never thought you would become my queen, my love," he teased, as he playfully pecked my lips. His nose glided along my jawline and down to my neck, where he inhaled my scent. Nipping at my neck where my mark is, he sucked on it, sending sparks rushing through my body. The sensation made my core pulsate with anticipation, and a moan escaped my lips as I felt his weight pressing between my legs. I could feel his hardened length against my thigh.

"My love," he breathed, and I struggled to respond as his words overwhelmed me. He kissed me passionately, pushing back slightly, and I wriggled beneath him, yearning to be closer. Every part of me was on fire. He positioned himself at my entrance, placing his tip there, and then slowly and gently slid inside.

Arman held still, allowing me to adjust to the feeling of him stretching me. Then, he slowly pulled out before thrusting back in, gradually working his massive length into me. His lips moved to my mark, and he sucked on it, evoking a moan from my lips as tingles rushed to my clit. I moved my hips against him, coating his member with my juices.

Arman growled softly, encouraging me to keep moving. "That's it, baby, just keep moving," he whispered against my neck, his hand gripping my hip as I rolled them against him. I could feel myself growing wetter, arousal flooding through me. Then, he pulled out and thrust back in, matching my movements. His length slipped deeper into me, stretching me around him, and a breathy moan escaped my lips as the friction intensified. Finally, he kissed me passionately.

His tongue fought mine for dominance and he pressed his weight down on me, sheathing himself inside me, making me gasp before stilling, and giving me a second before pulling out and thrusting back in slowly. He moved at a slow pace, his massive member slipping in and out slowly building up a pleasurable friction, rubbing my walls making them clench around him.

"You are so sweet." He breathed out next to my ear and I smiled, my hand tugging his hip, wanting him to move faster. Arman's hand went under my back pulling me with him as he sat up so I was now straddling his lap as he sat on his knees. He moved and leaned against the headboard.

His hand ran up my side before going back to my hips and he leaned forward sucking my breasts, a breathy moan left my lips feeling his mouth on my body. He rolled my hips against him lifting me up and down his length. I grabbed his shoulder moving my hips to the movement, his hands guiding me up and down his length before he removed them letting me set the pace.

His hand went to my breast while the other moved between us, his thumb pressed down on my cl*t as he rubbed it and I moved my hips against his hand and found my own rhythm. Feeling myself building up, my walls clenched his lengthened member.

"F*ck! That's it, baby!!!" Arman breathed before grabbing my hips and slamming me down on him, moving my hips faster, his lengthened and hard member hitting against my cervix and rubbing against my G-spot.

I moaned, my nails digging into his shoulders as I felt myself climbing higher, reaching my peak.

The only sounds were my airy moans and the wet sounds of our bodies connecting. Arman reached up, grabbed a handful of my hair and tugged my head back, his lips trailed down my neck and over my shoulder, his other hand squeezing my a*s as I moved up and down his hard length, his c**k filling me as I felt my stomach tighten, my skin became flushed and I cried out at the overwhelming feeling building inside me.

Arman let go of my hair, palming my boob while sucking on the other one, his tongue flicking over my nipple and I picked up my pace again before feeling the hot wave of my orgasm rush over me, making my walls clench him before I felt his teeth sink into my flesh, prolonging the feeling and my pu**y pulsated around him. I dropped my face to his neck and the overwhelming urge made my gums tingle. I then felt my canines protrude before sinking them into his neck marking him again.

His blood filled my mouth and I felt them tearing into his flesh and muscle before feeling a strange rush roll over me, crashing into me, like the flick of a rubber band the bond solidified, his emotions rushing into me full force.

Arman held me to him, his grip tightened then I felt his c**k twitch inside me, finding his own release, his seed spilling into me and I pulled my teeth from his neck. I was breathless and was left panting. Arman's face rested against my collarbone, he kissed my skin before pulling back and looking at me before pressing his lips to mine softly.

"I love you" he hissed

"I love you too" I told him trying to catch my breath then he rolled pushing me onto my back, he stilled in me for a while before pulling out. And flooded me with his calling, I couldn't help but sleep.

𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐀'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕:

When we returned to the castle, chaos greeted us. Dwight's frantic cries for help echoed through the halls as he tended to the King. Gary followed Desmond to the King's quarters, where they took the unconscious queen, Ania. It felt strange to address her by her title, considering our lifelong familiarity.

Feeling lost, I stood in the corridor, unsure of what to do. Dwight and another man carried the mumbling King to his quarters, his words nonsensical. Although I wanted to be with Ania, I knew it wasn't the right time. So, I found myself aimlessly wandering amidst the frenzy of rushing people.

Should I resume my previous tasks? Should I search for Gary or perhaps find Zara? Uncertainty plagued me as I roamed until I stumbled upon my old room. Tentatively, I knocked, half-expecting Beta Dwight to have found a new personal servant. With no response, I cautiously pushed the door open and peered inside. Realizing it was late, I decided to wait until morning to discuss with Zara where she wanted me to be.

I entered my former room and found the bed empty. Walking down the hall, I went to the closet and grabbed some blankets and pillows, despite the difficulty caused by my wounds. The tight stitches were cutting into my skin like cheese wire.

Blood stained almost every part of my body, congealing in my hair and under my fingernails. I quickly made the bed but realized I couldn't sleep in that state. I made my way to the laundry room, searching for clothes. I found servants' uniforms, pajamas, and socks, grabbing them from the shelf. I also took a towel and searched the first aid kit for antibacterial soap. Limping, my bones aching, I headed to the servants' bathrooms.

Entering the empty bathroom, I saw shower stalls on one side and a half wall dividing the toilets and basins. Long mirrors ran the length of the center wall on both sides.

Glancing at myself in the mirror as I passed, I noticed the sorry state I was in. My once auburn hair was matted, with twigs and leaves tangled in the knots. The clothes I wore were torn, and the scent of him still lingered. Dwight's scent too, but Kelly's was still there, and the thought of him caused my heart to ache.

The way he lay dead in the dirt, my supposed mate, though cruel, was mine. As I peeled off my clothes and looked at what remained of me, I was disgusted.

My skin, already marred from years in the pack house, was horrifying to look at, although my scars were never as deep or jagged as Ania's. I always felt terrible for how she hated her appearance and despised the lashes that marked her.

She had endured so many beatings that were meant for me, and I had done the same for her. I used to think the scars were a reminder of what we had survived together. However, the marks left by Kelly were something far worse. They were inflicted by my supposed mate, the one who was supposed to love and protect me.

I had never truly survived. I had merely moved from one hell to another. As I gazed at my ravaged flesh, I doubted anyone would look at me without feeling disgust. The multiple marks on my neck from him had turned my skin black, as if it were rotting away, and the scars on my heart felt just as jagged and painful. The hollow void within me seemed bottomless, as if it could never be filled again. I pressed my lips together, trying to suppress the urge to cry out, as I discarded my shirt onto the floor.

I winced as I hissed, struggling to force my pants down my legs. The blood saturating the fabric clung to my skin, making me feel as though I was being skinned alive. Tears blurred my vision, and I suppressed a sob as the stitches holding me together opened, causing blood to cascade down my leg in a stream. I attempted to step out of my pants, but then I felt hands on my hips, causing me to jump. I hissed in pain as the stitches along my arms and ribs tugged from the sudden movement.

"I was looking for you," Dwight murmured, kneeling down to peel off my pants. I gripped his shoulder tightly as I stepped out of them. He kissed my hip bone, which protruded beneath my skin. The blood rushed to my cheeks, knowing that I was now standing naked in front of him.

"Why are you in the servants' bathroom?" he asked, standing back up. I kept my back to him, instinctively covering my breasts, although it felt futile with the giant mirrors reflecting my every vile inch. I knew he could see the entirety of my wounded body if he glanced at them.

"I didn't know where else to go. You disappeared, and got lost, and I didn't want to bother Zara to find out where I was stationed. So I went back to my old station, but you weren't there," I told him.

"You should have just used the bathroom in my quarters," Dwight whispered.

"I am your servant, Beta Dwight. I don't think it is proper to use your bathroom," I told him. I grabbed my soap and placed it on the niche before hissing as I started the shower. Dwight growled behind me while I examined my arm, which was black and blue from where Kelly mauled me. The stitches pinched my skin, holding it together. The water sprayed out, bursting from the showerhead in a wide spray, making my injuries burn and sting.

"Can you shut the door?" I asked him, not wanting to turn around. I heard the door close and sighed, stepping under the water, only to cringe away. My head throbbed as I wet my hair before turning around. I rubbed my eyes to rid them of the water. When I opened them, Dwight was standing in front of me.