Sold to the Alpha

by Cara Wylde

  “Didn’t you hear me? Three hours is not enough time to reach even the closest exit. Christine sees I’m not here, the whole pack will know, and these tunnels will be full of werewolves. They will sniff us out in minutes. There’s no way we can make it. Maybe, only at night.”

  “At night it’s me who can’t leave. If Max feels I’m not beside him…”

  “Oh…” There was a moment of awkward silence.

  “How about on full moon?”

  “Full moon?” Sabine seemed to consider the idea.

  “They’re all in the courtyard. And I mean all of them. When did you last see Christine today?”

  “At dinner.”

  “After dinner she was with me in the bedroom and then she went down to the party. Does she ever check on you on full moon nights?”

  “No. She brings me dinner, then she goes to the kitchens to prepare me one of her special herbal teas, brings it here, then doesn’t come back until morning.”

  “That’s perfect. Listen, tonight it’s too late and I don’t have the key, but the next full moon we’re getting out of here. I promise.”

  “That’s one month away…”

  “I… I know. I don’t have a better idea.” Another month spent in bed with a man she could never trust. Avelyn almost cried at the thought. Her chest hurt when she remembered Max’s handsome face, his full lips pressed against hers, his taste on her tongue, his hands all over her hot body. Max, the man she had fallen in love with. No, scratch that. Max, the man who had locked his first bride in the dungeons.

  “Promise you’ll come visit me. I can tell you Christine’s schedule. She rarely breaks it.”

  “I will. I promise you, I will.”

  “Thank you!” For the first time, Avelyn could hear joy in Sabine’s voice. “Thank you so much! I can’t believe I have a friend now. You’re my friend, right? We have so many things to talk about, you’ll see.”

  “Yes, we do have a lot of things to talk about. It’s time I found out what is really going on around here.” Avelyn’s determination was stronger than the pain she felt. It was stronger than her disappointment, than the agony of having her heart torn apart for the first time in her life. It was stronger than her love for Maxwell Blackmane, and far greater than her body’s aching desire to merge with his.

  ***

  The four tall windows in the Crescent Tower faced the four cardinal directions. Avelyn could see far beyond the grounds of the Schloss. The dark woods, the city of Dunkelstadt down at the foot of the mountain, the courtyard which was now full of werewolves, all in their human forms, eating, drinking, chatting, and dancing around the bonfire. She tried to spot the Alpha among them, but she was too far up. Or, they were too far down. She slipped a hand into her pocket and touched the rainbow moonstone bracelet. The flat beads were hard and cold. Like the man her weak, human eyes were searching for in the chaotic crowd but couldn’t find. If she couldn’t see him, it didn’t mean he couldn’t see her if he happened to look up. He had kept her in the dark. Avelyn turned her back to their party and tried to ignore the loud music and their shouts of joy. She looked to the west, at the dim lights of the city. The sky was clear. Some scattered clouds obscured the view, but as they moved, they revealed more of Dunkelstadt’s tall buildings.

  Avelyn folded her arms over her chest in an attempt to get warmer. She was not safe here. When she had left the dungeons and went up in the Tower, she knew she still had time to pack some things and leave tonight. However, the situation had changed. The night before, she had decided that she wasn’t the Avelyn who had left Alma Venus anymore, and that was true. That Avelyn was dead. This Avelyn cared about someone else than herself. She cared about Sabine. She leaned against the open window, with her elbows on the sill, and looked at the full moon.

  “One more month.”

  END OF BOOK TWO

  CHAPTER ONE

  Family Dinner

  “Why are you hiding in here?” asked Max, closing the bedroom door behind him.

  “I’m not hiding.” Avelyn set the book down and went to welcome him as a proper bride should welcome her Alpha. She rose on her tiptoes, encircled Max’s neck with her arms, and attacked his lips with a hungry kiss. He was more than happy to kiss her back. He sucked on her tongue lightly, and smiled against her lips when she moaned deep in her throat and her fingers pulled at his hair. He loved the way her soft body felt in his strong arms. He pulled away to look into her eyes.

  “Yes, you’re hiding.”

  Avelyn sighed and averted her gaze. “Okay, maybe. A little. It’s just that… you know how my first encounter with Jocelyn went. I’m not looking forward to meeting Karl.”

  Karl and his Dark Wolves had arrived that morning at the Schloss. There had been ten days since the Seed Moon, and Max’s older brother had finally made some time to visit his family and try to make up for missing the party. When she saw the castle being flooded by a third pack of werewolves, Avelyn made the instant decision to spend her day in the bedroom. The courtyard had been buzzing with activity since early morning, and she could hear doors slamming and people walking past her room chatting. Now, all three wings were full. Jocelyn’s Moon Children had the Lunar Wing, and Karl’s Dark Wolves had just occupied the Nox Wing, which had made a couple of werewolves from Max’s pack move back to the Crescent Wing. It was then that she realized the third floor, where their bedroom was, had been so deserted for a reason: some of the Crescents had moved to the empty Nox Wing to give her and Max some extra space. Well, Karl’s arrival had just thrown the old order into chaos, and Avelyn preferred to stay as far from it as possible. Maybe, if she hid in her room with her books, they would all forget she existed. “Wishful thinking…”

  “Karl is not Jocelyn.” Max placed one finger under her chin and lifted her head, forcing her to look back into his green eyes. “In fact, he already likes you.”

  “Nonsense.”

  “No, he does. It seems that Jocelyn has nagged him so much about you that she ended up getting the opposite effect.”

  “Great! And that should make me feel better? Karl likes me because Jocelyn hates me?”

  Max laughed cheerfully. “She doesn’t hate you. I told you not to take her seriously.”

  “It’s not easy.” Avelyn stepped away from him and started playing with her bracelet. Max had gotten it fixed the next day after the Seed Moon, and she hadn’t taken it off ever since. She thought of Jocelyn’s harsh words, and anger boiled in her chest when she saw how relaxed and dismissive Max was.

  “Anyway, you don’t have to take my word for it,” continued Max. “We’re having dinner with them in two hours, so you’ll get to see for yourself how eager he is to meet you.”

  “We’re having dinner with them?” Avelyn’s voice trembled and her eyes went wide with panic.

  “Please, don’t be like this,” Max pleaded, suddenly brought back to reality by her shocked reaction. He felt like a moron for not taking into consideration that she might not like the idea. “It doesn’t happen very often that we are reunited at the Schloss. Karl misses almost all full moons now, and sometimes not even Josie is here. I just want you to be there with me, you know? As my bride. You’re part of the clan now.”

  Avelyn studied him carefully, unsure of how she should feel about the situation. He seemed sincere, and he didn’t look like he was trying to impose on her. Did that mean she could say “no”?

  “Come on, baby. Do it for me?”

  No, when he pleaded like that she couldn’t say “no”. She cursed herself for turning into such a softy whenever he made that puppy face and asked nicely. Those big, green eyes staring at her as if his life depended on her next word. “How do you do this to me?” After that terrible night when she discovered Sabine in the dungeons, she had tried to be more distant. Not physically, because he would have figured out something was wrong, but emotionally. She had tried to go through the motions of kissing him, hugging him, fucking him without getting emotionally involved. It had
proved to be… challenging, to say the least.

  “Okay, sure. We’ll have dinner with them,” she finally said.

  “Perfect!” The sparkle in his eyes made her smile. “Now, I know this is a bit stressful to you, so I was thinking I should do something to help you relax.” He closed in on her, and Avelyn took a few steps back, laughing.

  “Oh, no!”

  The back of her knees hit the bed. She raised her hands in front of her, and Max stopped when his chest pressed against her palms.

  “First, I’m going to tickle you until you beg me to stop.”

  “Never! I don’t beg, sir. Don’t you already know that?”

  “Oh, but you do, my little she-wolf.” His fingers flew to her ribs, and Avelyn screamed before she fell on the bed. Max followed her, kneeling over her body and tickling her, at the same time avoiding the flailing hands that were trying to protect her sides. “I know you well. You like begging when I have you pinned under me, legs spread wide, my cock inside you. You like begging for more.”

  “No!” She was laughing so hard that the muscles in her belly started to hurt. It was impossible for her to form full, coherent sentences. His fingers were pure evil. They danced on her ribs, sneaked under her sensitive armpits, and pinched her ass and thighs. “Oh, no, not there!”

  “Where? On your ass?” His hands sneaked under her to cup her butt and tickle it. He knew that was the most sensitive part of her body. “Say ‘please’ and I’ll stop.”

  “No!” She tried to shrink away, using her hands to crawl up on the bed. Max just tickled her harder. There was no way she could fight him.

  “Say ‘please’ and I’ll stop tickling that juicy ass. I’ll eat it instead. How about that?”

  “Noooo!” She kept laughing, screaming, and whining, all the while trying to hit him and push him away.

  “Come on, that’s a great bargain. You only have to say ‘please’.”

  Avelyn was breathing too hard to be able to answer. Tears of laughter had started streaming down her red cheeks. Max just went on tickling her, and she knew he wouldn’t give up until he got what he wanted.

  “Say it, and I’ll lick your ass. Then I’ll eat your pussy until you come.”

  She had to admit that was a good offer. Max grabbed both her wrists with one hand and pressed his whole body against hers, making it impossible for her to even budge under his weight. He used his other hand to trace soft lines on her exposed belly. Her blouse had ridden up, and her sensitive stomach was his to torture. She shuddered under his touch. She could feel his erection digging into her thigh, and her pussy responded by getting instantly soaked. Avelyn looked into his eyes, a defiant smile on her lips.

  “I won’t beg.”

  “So, this is how you want to play. All right.” He hooked his fingers under the collar of her blouse and pulled at the material. The ripping sound sent shivers down Avelyn’s skin.

  “Hey! You’ve just ruined my favorite blouse!”

  “I don’t care. Negotiation time is over.”

  Her breasts popped out, round and full, but Max barely looked at them. Avelyn felt exposed and at his mercy. He grabbed the hem of her jeans and tore them off, just like he did with her blouse. Her black panties were next, and in less than a minute, Avelyn was completely naked under him. Her reddish hair was spread on the pillow, and her cheeks were flushed from laughter and arousal.

  “You know what? I’ve changed my mind. You’ve misbehaved, so you don’t get my tongue up your pussy. I’m going to fuck you hard and fast.” He stood up and pulled her after him. Even if she had wanted, she couldn’t have opposed him. He had a strong grip on her arm, although he was careful not to hurt her.

  “Where are you taking me?”

  Max didn’t answer. He dragged her to the middle of the room, in front of the tall mirror on the dressing room door. He made her face the mirror, and he stood behind her, his lips close to her ear. “I’m going to fuck you right here, and you’re going to see every single thing I do to your body.”

  Avelyn looked at herself. Her hair was a tangled mess, but her make-up was still perfect. The dark chocolate eye shadow made her blue eyes stand out, and the black eyeliner gave her a catlike look. Max had eaten all her lip balm, and her lips were rosy and swollen. She looked at his big, muscular body behind her, and seeing he was still wearing his clothes and had no intention of taking them off, she felt even more vulnerable.

  “Don’t look at me, baby. Look at your gorgeous body.”

  Avelyn saw his hands reaching to squeeze her breasts, and his firm touch made her nipples harden. The sight of her naked body in the mirror was sinfully arousing. Max massaged her breasts and pinched her nipples, drawing her attention to their dark aureolas. Then, his hands drifted lower, to her waist and hips, and Avelyn followed them with her eyes. Her waist was smaller than her chest and hips, which gave her body a vague hourglass shape. She noticed how her generous ass covered that part of Max completely as he was hiding behind her frame. His fingers inched closer to her pelvis, and two of his fingers spread her pussy lips to reveal the small, hard nub peeking from between them.

  “See that delicious clit? It’s such a shame I won’t get to taste it today because you were too stubborn to say ‘please’.”

  He massaged it with his fingers, and Avelyn let out a low moan. It didn’t last long, because his hand cupped her mound and one of his fingers went to rub between her folds and push inside her wet pussy. Avelyn spread her legs and raised her arms to hook them around Max’s neck. He rested his chin on her shoulder and admired her body in the mirror.

  Max’s cock was painfully hard, and the fact that he still had his pants on didn’t help in the least. But he had no intention of giving up on his clothes. Right now, they made him feel in control. Her soft, hot flesh was pliable in his hands, and he couldn’t wait to bury his cock in her tight pussy. He fingered her slowly, enjoying the way her walls clenched down on his finger. He smeared her juices over her folds and went back to her clit, circling it and making her moan and squirm in his arms, trying to get more friction. He saw her close her eyes and he slapped her clit hard, making her yelp in surprise.

  “Keep your eyes open, or I’ll have to punish you.”

  Avelyn was so wet and ready. She had made it a point not to beg this time, but she could hardly restrain herself from turning around, tackling him to the floor, taking his cock out and riding him hard. She needed to feel more than just his fingers. Max withdrew his hands, and she felt him step away from her. She let go of his neck, giving him space to move. She hoped he’d get rid of those offending clothes he was still wearing. Instead, she noticed he fumbled with his belt and buttons. She felt one of his hands press on her back, urging her to bend down.

  “Come on, I don’t have all day.” His voice was growly and commanding. He pushed her down until she lifted her hands in front of her to brace herself on the mirror frame. It was the first time he was taking her from behind, and his cock throbbed in anticipation.

  Avelyn obeyed. She rather liked her new position as a submissive. She grabbed the mirror frame and tried to hold onto it as well as she could, because she could tell Max had every intention of pounding her pussy hard and fast. She bit her lower lip and fixed her gaze on his handsome face. He was looking down at her ass, and she soon felt him position his cock to her entrance. The blunt head rubbed against her wet folds, making her moan and buck her hips against the delicious intrusion. Max slapped her butt.

  “Stand still, will you?”

  She did as she was told, and tried to endure the torture his huge, gorgeous cock was inflicting on her. Finally, he pushed inside her pussy in a quick, swift motion, and the burn of the sudden stretch made her whimper. The slight pain turned her on even more, and she thanked the heavens when he started moving right away, not giving her time to adjust.

  “Oh yes,” she moaned.

  “Are you ready to beg now?”

  Avelyn laughed, and Max thrust harder. He grabbed her hips
with both hands, his fingers digging into her white, creamy skin. He met her eyes in the mirror, and the lust he saw there almost made him come. She was still defiant, preferring to bite her lips than give him what he wanted. His gaze went lower to the big breasts bouncing on her chest in the rhythm of his thrusts, hard nipples pointing to the floor.

  “God, you’re beautiful.”

  The sound of their sex filled the room. Max could smell her sweet, abundant juices, and for a second it crossed his mind that not licking her pussy was just as torturous to him as it was to her. Then, his naughty bride decided to flex her pussy muscles, and all coherent thoughts flew out the window.

  “Oh, you little wicked thing…” Avelyn’s walls clamped down on his cock harder, and all he could do was pound faster. One of his hands went to her clit, and he used two fingers to massage it in quick, jerky circles. Her loud moan let him know she was close. He looked at her face in the mirror, marveling at how sexy she was with those big, blue eyes that were fixing him, and her mouth open, ready to scream her release.

  “That’s it, Max, baby. Fuck me harder. Give it to me.”

  “You haven’t begged yet.”

  “And I won’t. Just shut up and fuck that pussy.”

  Max smiled at her. Would he ever get used to the idea that Avelyn was not the submissive type? Sure, she sometimes played her role, but for no more than a couple of minutes. When she reached the point right before an orgasm, she became demanding and controlling. “That’s what you get when you marry a little vixen,” he thought.

  “So close. So close, baby. God, I love your cock!”

  Her moans had become screams, and he was sure the entire castle could hear them. He pounded harder, burying himself as deep as he could, loving how her hungry pussy clenched around him. His fingers worked her clit fast and firmly.

  “Oh, yes! Max!” A powerful, overwhelming orgasm took over her senses, and Avelyn held onto the mirror frame for dear life. She squeezed her eyes shut, her mind focused on the waves of pleasure that started in her clit and deep inside her pussy and washed over her entire body, almost turning her knees to jelly. She heard Max grunt his own release, and she felt his cock twitch inside her. He coated her walls with his hot, sticky seed, filling her up, making her feel complete. She struggled to stay upright, and was thankful when she felt his arms sneaking around her waist to support her tired body. He kissed her shoulder and she shivered under the tender touch.