Alpha, Stop! Luna's Dating Again
Elin’s POV:
“Uncle, please... don’t.”
The man behind me only fucked me harder.
My body quivered under the intensity of his thrusts, sending me crashing into another wave of humiliating orgasm. I clapped my hands over my face, seeking refuge in the shadows of shame.
“Elin,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble laced with mockery, “two years ago, you said you loved it when I fuck you doggy. What, got a new favourite position?”
“You’re about to marry her,” I choked out, my voice fraying under the pressure of grief, salty tears tracking my cheeks. “What am I supposed to be after that?”
“I don’t want this to end—ever.”
His waist didn’t stop as he spoke. His big thick cock fucking me so hard, so intense, as if he was trying to vent all his fury in me.
I totally understood where this rage came from. A week ago, I’d made up my mind to end this forbidden connection. So, I texted him, my message clear and final. But I never got his reply.
Tonight, just as I thought I had somehow convinced him, he cornered me in the dressing room like a predator stalking prey.
The moment his hands gripped me—his lips capturing mine in an unforgiving kiss—I knew I was lost once more.
This man fucking my brains out with his thick cock, making me cum over and over again, was anything but ordinary. He is the Alpha of the largest wolf pack in the Western Hemisphere, a creature of dominance and wealth woven into his existence. No wolf dare defy him.
Beyond that, he was also my late step-father’s youngest cousin. Technically, he was my uncle.
“Uncle... please... stop…” My pussy shivered uncontrollably, and my legs threatened to collapse beneath me, my sweat-laced hand sliding across the mirror’s glass surface.
At this moment, I was filled with regret—why did I get involved with him two years ago?
On that day, on my eighteenth birthday, my wolf did not emerge. I couldn’t help but wonder—could what they had been saying about me be true? Was I really cursed, fated to bring nothing but misfortune into this world?
My late father, the strongest wolf of the Blue Moon Pack, the Alpha, died tragically in a brutal attack merely weeks after my arrival into the world.
Rumors thickened like fog; they named me the harbinger of death, cursed by the Moon Goddess herself.
My uncle’s condemnation followed swiftly, driving my mother and me into exile, turning us into rogue wolves, or Rogues, if you will.
Fifteen bleak years later, a glimmer of rescue arrived. Raynor Scott—the Alpha of Blood Shade Pack—marked my mother in a bond of protection, erasing the wilderness we’d come to call home.
But fate’s cruel hand wasn’t yet finished; Raynor, too, fell in battle, and my infamy once again rose to plague me. When whispers of my curse grew louder, when my wolfless existence became common knowledge, I began to drown myself in the darkness of alcohol.
That bar. That stranger pinning me to the table with violence intent in his eyes. I still remembered the snarl that shattered the air as a monstrous silver-gray wolf hurled the man off me with ferocious ease.
When the beast faded into the shape of a man, raw and powerful in his form, I trembled and spoke his name. “Aaron?”
“Kitten,” he growled, his eyes burning into mine with unforgiving authority. “You don’t belong here.”
His warning only spurred my reckless courage. Fueled by the haze of alcohol, I defied him, wrapping myself around him with drunken devotion. My fingers brushed against his already rock-hard cock beneath his trousers.
“Alpha Aaron,” I whispered, uncertain but bold, “you know who i am, don’t you? The entire Blood Shad Pack, including your father hates me. Even my own mother regrets me. Everyone wants me dead. So why did you save me?”
His answer was devoid of solace. “I agree.”
Aaron’s eyes, full of disdain, pierced my trembling heart. He tried to step away, but I seized my chance, my hand sliding across the taut expanse of his chest, circling his muscle with shameless intent.
“My dear uncle,” I murmured, voice trailing into desperation. “From the moment I saw you at fifteen, I’ve loved you. I know it’s wrong. I know nothing between us should ever be. But no matter how hard I try, I can’t stop myself. Let me have you, even if for just a moment. Refuse me, if you must. But what’s already begun... cannot matter anymore.”
I pulled him toward me, my lips grazing his before meeting in a forbidden embrace, my wandering hand daring to unzip his pants.
His grip snapped around my waist, fierce as fire. I braced for the worst—for rejection as cruel as the rest of my cursed existence—for him to throw me aside like a broken, unwanted toy.
But instead... Aaron’s voice was a husky growl, laced with restrained anger and desire. “Kitten, you’re playing with fire.”
With animalistic fury, he grabbed me beneath his arm, dragging me into a secluded lounge. Next thing I knew, he entered me from behind, raw and powerful.
His burning hot and rock hard cock penetrated my pussy. An overwhelming wave of pleasure I had never felt in my 18 years of life spread from the deepest part of my pussy to my entire body.
We discarded all clothing and fucked like nothing else in the world mattered. His cock penetrated deep into me relentlessly, destroying my pussy with rapid thrusts like a machine, sending me into endless waves of climax I never thought I was capable of.
After he filled me with his hot and thick cum, he finally pulled his cock out. Unprecedented satisfaction overwhelmed me as I lay there on the ground, gasping for air, my pussy shivering and gaping from the raw fucking he just gave me.
Aaron tilted my chin upward, his face a paradox of cruel beauty and overpowering authority. “Satisfied, little kitten?”
Since that moment, we fucked anywhere we wanted, anywhere no one would find us. We fucked in the office, the car, the warehouse, even the stairwell...
Back to the present, two years later, Aaron’s rage only burned stronger. The mirror before me reflected a visage of austere, striking beauty and a physique both powerful and sculpted. In the depths of his deep blue eyes, twin flames of desire and fury burned with unrestrained intensity.
“Tell me. What did I say when you seduced me that night?”
”You said once the game begins...” I gasped, my body yielding entirely to his deeper, stronger thrusts from behind.
“And?”
“That stopping... ahh! Won’t be up to... mee—ahhh!” I climaxed again, and so did he as his thick, hot cum shot deep into my pussy.
Aaron’s chuckle was low, feral, as he pressed his lips to the edge of my ear, biting my lobe in playful cruelty. “Your body’s more honest than your lips, little kitten,” he whispered darkly.
“Remember one thing—as of now, you’re still mine.”
When he left, his suit was immaculate, his demeanor refined as if nothing had happened. Outside these walls, destiny awaited him—the promise of union with another woman.
