Bewitching the Alpha

a soft, almost luxurious quiet, broken only by the steady, powerful beat of a heart that wasn't her own. The air, instead of damp earth and wolf m

dem

rself in a lavish bed. Silk sheets, impossibly soft, tangled around her bare legs. A heavy, plush comforter covered her, a stark contrast to the rough stone of

s not a

deep in her core, a hunger that had nothing to do with food or water. It was a visceral, carnal y

little

ably so, in dark trousers and a fine, open-collared shirt that still clung to his powerful frame. His raven hair was wet, slicked back from his face, and a fain

utching it to her chest. "You drugged me,"she accuse

d, Selene. It activated. Fully." He rose from the chair, moving towards the bed with the silent, pred

t it. The connection. The demand." His eyes dropped to her mouth, then

e shaking with denial she didn't ful

t throbbed beneath her skin, a constant, low burn that was both terrifying and... alluring.

her voice trembling. "That was.

ty show? Your magic, witch, resonated with the ritual. It called to my wolf, and my wolf answered. Now, you are intrinsically tied to me." He leaned f

ual makes you my master?" she hiss

, drowned out by the thrumming desire beneath her skin. She hate

ly extended a hand, his fingers tracing the silk sheet just inches from her bare arm. "The Moon

ittle witch, and you'll burn from the inside out. Every

er core, a restless energy that truly did feel like it might consume her if left unchecked. Her magic, still raw and volatile from

ice barely a whisper, filled with a m

you to understand that resistance is a luxury you no longer possess. I want you to surrender." His eyes dropped to her lips,

her chin lifting in defianc

'll wait. Because every second you fight it,

but she was trapped by the soft mattress and his imposing presence. He caged her in, one hand braced on the headboard, t

a low growl, "but you'll be even more beautiful when you break."

snapped, though her trembling fingers bet

s the Moonbind, undeniable, compelling. She hated it. Hated the way her body was already responding, the way h

er voice a desperate plea, laced

ferent story." His hand, slow and deliberate, moved from the bed beside her hip, tracing a path over the silk sheets, c

. His touch was light, feather-light, yet it ignited a searing fire that spread through her veins. He didn't m

low, husky rumble that vibrated through her very bones. "The M

whispered bitterly. "This is mag

ng hers. "Magic may have opened the door, bu

was a pleasure so intense it bordered on pain, and she was helpless against it. Her magic, no longer dormant, surged, responding t

ntense. She could feel the heat radiating from him, th

her lower lip, sending a jolt through her. "Every touch, every br

r the onslaught of sensation. She was adrift, caught

er, burning away all thought, all resistance, leaving only the searing heat of t