NovelEnglishChapter 3: Attempt
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[Alex’s P.O.V.]
I hid around the corner and watched as Sarah and her friends punched Rose. I could see her cleavage, her snow-white legs dangling from the hem of her dress.
My meat stick hurt and I couldn’t wait for Rose’s marshmallow-white breasts to squeeze it so she could suck on it.
I was sure that Sarah was just being jealous. Sarah was the daughter of my father’s second-in-command, Beta Negan. She was twenty-three years old and had yet to find a partner. Though Sarah was considered beautiful in New Moon Pack, she was no match for Rose. Sarah was rumored to have a crush on the Alpha of Sunset Pack, but I didn’t think much of it because I had experienced Sarah’s sexual prowess.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtTo be honest, Rose was more of my type and I believed that she was the type of woman every man in the world would want. She had long and curly blond hair, sapphire-blue eyes, a delicate nose, and red lips that were just about right for her oval face. Although she always wore maid’s clothes or a pair of washed-out T-shirt and jeans, none of that hid her curves and angelic features.
When I saw that Sarah wanted to continue beating Rose, I was ready to step in and stop Sarah. I didn’t want Rose to be scarred because it would affect my experience of having sex with her. Even if she was scarred, it would have to be because of me, not anyone else,
Tomorrow was my Alpha succession ceremony, and I had decided that after I had officially become an Alpha, I would have the sex of my dreams with Rose to see if her flesh was as tight as I dreamed it would be. If she disobeyed, then I will command her as the Alpha. Anyone who disobeyed the Alpha would be punished or exiled, and I bet this poor orphan wouldn’t be so ungrateful.
I already knew that Rose was my mate by my eighteenth birthday, and I blamed the moon goddess for assigning me such a lowly companion. I decided to reject her first, then make her one of my many mistresses.
My inflated meat stick forced me to follow Rose. I saw her enter the laundry room. The room was empty and she had her back to me. I could see her beautiful nape and sexy butt. My hands couldn’t help but feel the two soft lumps of meat.
“Get your dirty hands off me!” Rose turned around instantly and slapped my hands away. She was always embarrassing me. I felt my pupils turn black from anger, but she didn’t seem to be afraid at all.
“Rose! You’re my mate, you’re destined to be my woman!” I roared and grabbed her shoulders with both my hands.
“If you, an incompetent and brainless b*stard, are my mate, I’d rather die!” Rose’s beautiful blue eyes looked at me, revealing her true feelings.
For a moment, I felt a pain from the depths of my heart. Although it wasn’t very intense, it felt like a needle was stabbing into my heart. This feeling made me feel very uncomfortable. My wolf, Malcolm, felt the same thing as he whimpered and growled inside my body.
Why would I feel pain because of the words of a lowly slave?
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“You’d better get lost before I kick off your dick and tell your b*stard of a father!” While I was in a daze, Rose broke free from my control.
She was threatening me, and there was nothing I could do. If my father knew that I was trying to have sex with Rose, he might really kill us. He had raised me to not have too much contact with Rose. I had to treat her as a dirty lowly slave.
“When I become Alpha, you’ll kneel and beg me! You’d better behave yourself!” As soon as I finished speaking, Rose revealed a contemptuous smile. This smile once again stung me. However, I was surprised to find that I had fallen into her eyes, only wanting to kiss her tender lips.
After weighing the pros and cons for a second, I chose to leave the laundry room. I was feeling strangely annoyed. Did I really unknowingly fall in love with a slave? That’s impossible!
I went back to my room, opened my darkroom, and admired my collection of BDSM tools as if I was seeking some kind of spiritual comfort. I fiddled with my tools – ropes, headgear, candles, whips, blindfolds, mouth plugs, butt plugs, nipple straps, and shackles. Just touching them made me aroused.
I imagined using them on Rose, the woman who always seemed so defiant. I would beat her so hard that she would crawl on the floor, lick my toes, and make her beg for sex. After tomorrow, it would all come true.
I began to masturbate in my imagination and soon had an orgasm.
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