Sold to the Alpha

by Cara Wylde

  ***

  Max’s sharp hearing caught the sound of Avelyn’s soft steps even before she reached the landing of the first floor. He opened the door for her just as she was getting ready to knock, and was greeted by her beautiful smile and bright blue eyes. She fell into his arms, and her full lips attacked his with a long, passionate kiss.

  “Mmm… So delicious…” he muttered when they paused to catch their breath. He squeezed her generous waist and pulled her inside the office. “So, what did you want to talk about?”

  Avelyn could feel his erection pressing against her stomach, and for a second she almost forgot why she had hurried to finish her shower and get to his office. She could hardly focus on anything else but his hard, well sculpted body.

  “Well…?” Max lifted her hands to his lips and kissed her knuckles, never taking his eyes off her face. He could lose himself in those deep, blue eyes.

  Avelyn sighed in pleasure and tried to gather her thoughts. “Earlier, when we were, you know, talking… Telepathically?” She wasn’t sure how to explain her theory. “Anyway, I was thinking that there might be more to this connection. I mean, sometimes it feels like we share more than thoughts. It feels like we can share images, feelings, sensations.” She searched his eyes, trying to figure out if he had already heard about these things, or if they were new to him.

  Max raised a thick, black eyebrow in curiosity. “Go on…”

  “I’m not sure how to explain… Everything is so new to me, and this whole telepathy thing is so fascinating and scary at the same time. For instance, sometimes I feel like you are sending me more than thoughts, if that makes any sense. Earlier, it was like I was here with you, inside your body, feeling exactly what you were feeling.”

  Max took a step back and leaned against the desk. Avelyn realized she was feeling a bit tired after having descended the stairs in a hurry, so she sat down on the large, comfortable sofa.

  “You might be right,” he said. “Truth is I haven’t used the gift since I was a child, and I can’t really remember how it works. That is, if I ever knew.”

  “But, didn’t you feel it?”

  Max thought for a second. “Now that I think about it… When we communicate like that, I can’t make the difference between thoughts, feelings, and images. What I get is a full experience, a full message. It might be that it’s different in your case because it’s the first time ever when you use telepathy, or because it is an acquired gift, not a native one.” He shrugged his shoulders, and sat down beside her. “In all fairness, I have no idea what I’m saying. This gift werewolves have has not been properly researched because we all prefer to avoid it. Many of us don’t know how to use it, and if it happens at any time in our lives, we use it instinctively. I can try to explain how it seems to work in my case, but it might not be of much help because you’re not a werewolf, you’re so much more.” Max took her hands into his and squeezed them. “You’re a hybrid, Avelyn. You might be the first hybrid in the world. It’s so wonderful, that sometimes I can’t even wrap my mind around it.”

  Avelyn smiled and guided his hands to her round belly. She felt his fingers massage her lightly through the thin fabric of her long dress, and heat gathered between her thighs. His eyes sparkled with lust, and she knew he sensed her arousal. His fingers traveled up to her heavy breasts, and soon his large hands were cupping them, even though they had no chance of covering them completely. Max growled low in his throat, his mind suddenly clouded by the desire to rip her dress off and attack her hard nipples with his hungry mouth. Avelyn threw her head back and thrust her chest into his palms, an invitation to do whatever he wanted. That was all Max was waiting for.

  He tugged the thin straps of her dress down her shoulders and revealed her round, heavy breasts. To his delight, Avelyn had chosen not to wear a bra today. He caught a hard nipple between his lips, and twirled the other one between his fingers. Avelyn moaned, and a shudder ran through her body, her flesh responding to his possessive touch. He sucked on her nipple, bit it lightly, then moved to the other one. Avelyn spread her legs, inviting him to lie between them. Max followed her lead, and soon they were both lying on the sofa, his body covering hers almost completely. His hands and lips moved lower, leaving her breasts and exploring the soft skin of her stomach. He made sure to tug her dress out of his way, and the garment soon ended in a bundle under her curvaceous butt. He caught the hem of her black panties between his teeth and pulled lightly, playfully, making her chuckle.

  “You’re tickling me!” She squirmed under him, trying to shy away from his soft beard. She loved the way it highlighted his strong jaw, making him look so manly and deliciously sexy, but sometimes it was a pain because it tickled her whenever he kissed the most sensitive parts of her body.

  He looked up at her and smiled mischievously when he saw her disheveled hair and flushed cheeks. She truly was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, and he had every intention to let her know. He tugged again at her panties, this time pulling them down her thighs. Avelyn’s breath hitched, and she wiggled her hips, helping him remove her clothes completely.

  “I love the way you smell…” Max inhaled her scent, taking his time to enjoy her body and what it had to offer. “So rich, so sweet…” He caressed her thighs, encouraging her to spread them wider and let him admire her perfectly shaved pussy, which was already glistening with delicious juices. His tongue darted out for a quick taste, or so he had intended. Once he tasted her, he was unable to stop. He licked her clean, then he pushed inside her pussy, eager for more.

  Avelyn moaned. Her body arched in pleasure, and her hands flew to his dark brown hair. She pulled at it lightly, then pressed his head hard against her pulsing clit, trying to get the much desired friction. “Oh please…”

  “Please what?” Max found it difficult to talk with a mouthful of sweet pussy, but he wasn’t complaining.

  “Please go faster… Lick me, bite me, fuck me… Just do something, anything…”

  Max smiled, took a deep breath, and attacked her swollen clit with his wicked tongue. He loved the way her fingers tangled in his hair, urging him to pleasure her, and how her hips moved in time with the strokes of his tongue. Avelyn was the kind of woman who knew what she wanted, how she wanted it, how fast and how hard she wanted him to give it to her, and Max loved it.

  The first orgasm started building inside her, and her pussy throbbed with the need to be stuffed full. It was enough to think of his thick, hard cock, and how his hot seed would soon fill her, and she came with a long, shaky moan. Max grabbed her thighs and kept her still, licking her clit lazily until she rode out her orgasm.

  “Oh, that was good. So good…” Avelyn could barely form the words. She swallowed heavily, let go of his hair, and looked down at him. “Your turn, baby.”

  “I don’t think so.” Max sat up on his knees and started to work on his belt. Avelyn followed his every move with hungry eyes, and licked her lips in anticipation when he unbuttoned his jeans and let his cock bounce free. As if he read her thoughts, he slapped her thigh playfully. “Not this time. I have something else in mind for you. Now, be a good girl and turn around.”

  Avelyn didn’t need to be told twice. She turned on her stomach and made sure to support herself on her hands and knees. She soon felt him position himself behind her, the head of his cock teasing her wet folds and hungry entrance. She bit her lower lip, bracing herself for what was to come. He pushed inside her slowly, carefully, his hands holding her hips, fingers digging lightly into her hot, sweaty skin. The slow, tantalizing pace was driving her insane. Her pussy walls clenched down on his invading cock, as if they were trying to suck it in faster. Max sensed her eagerness, and he slapped her butt. She yelped in surprise, then laughed.

  “Do you think this is a laughing matter?” he asked, but the smile in his harsh tone was obvious.

  “No?”

  “Of course not. You’re a horny little thing, aren’t you?” He slapped her again, earning another chuckle
. “Why won’t you admit it? Come on, say it!”

  Avelyn tried to push her hips back against him so her pussy could finally swallow the entire length of his cock, but his strong hands kept her in place. She realized she had no other way but to play along. “Oh yes, I’m your horny little bitch. I just want you to fuck me with your big cock. All day, I can’t think of anything else but your hard dick and how much I want it inside me.”

  Max’s wide chest rumbled with a low growl, his wolf responding to his mate’s dirty words. He almost came then and there, and he needed every ounce of power to hold back. He entered her wet, wanton pussy in one swift motion, filling her so fully and perfectly that the head of his cock almost touched her cervix. Avelyn moaned and pushed her hips back, welcoming the invasion and urging him to start moving. This time, he didn’t wait for a second invitation. He didn’t have time for games and dirty talk, as his balls were painfully swollen, ready to explode and coat her walls with hot, sticky cum. Max picked up the pace and his every thrust was met by Avelyn’s enthusiastic moves. He felt her walls clench around him, her breath become erratic, her strong, round butt thrusting back against him faster and faster, forcing him to push as deep as possible.

  “Don’t hold back, baby, don’t hold back…” Avelyn whispered. “Give it to me harder, faster. I can take it.”

  Max’s fingers dug deeper into her soft flesh. He had to remember that Avelyn was now half werewolf, which meant her body could resist his assault. She was stronger than ever before, and there was no reason to hold back during sex. His cock pounded her soaking pussy, searching for that spot inside her that drove her mad with lust and desire. He knew he had hit it when Avelyn screamed and started chanting “there, right there”. He was unbearably close, and he was sure he wouldn’t last much longer. He focused on her body, determined to make it sing with passion. His beautiful wife was like a work of art which shined brighter under his touch, like a flower that opened its petals under his soft kisses. Avelyn let out a long scream and her body shook with a strong, overwhelming orgasm. Max finally came deep inside her, his seed filling her tight passage to the brim. They stayed like that for long minutes, her quivering pussy milking the last drops his spent cock had to offer.

  Avelyn let herself fall on the sofa, her arms too tired to support her body and Max’s, as he was too exhausted to keep himself upright. He fell above her, and Avelyn smiled when his chest pressed against her back.

  “Oh, this feels so good,” she said in a lazy, barely audible whisper.

  “Mmm…?”

  “You... so close. It just feels right.”

  He chuckled lightly and kissed the top of her head.

  “Ready to get some lunch now?”

  “Oh, yes, I’m starving!”

  ***

  After another quick shower, this time together, Avelyn and Max were climbing down the main stairs hand in hand. He squeezed her fingers to get her attention.

  “So, what do you wanna eat?”

  “I don’t know,” she said. “Let’s just get there first. I might decide their menu has nothing interesting and ask you to take me back to the Schloss. After all, no chef from the Symphonie is better than our Harold.”

  “Would you really do that?” he asked, amusement dancing in his eyes and tugging at the corners of his lips. “Make me drive down to Dunkelstadt only to change your mind and make me drive back up to the Schloss?”

  “Oh yes. It’s all about the cravings, my love. It’s not my fault, okay? If you want, you can have a talk with your son and see if he prefers lunch at the Symphonie, or at home, with Jocelyn and her grumpy Beta.”

  “My son…?” Max stopped in his tracks. Avelyn climbed down two more steps, then turned around, her eyebrows raised in curiosity. “You just said son,” he clarified.

  “Oh…”

  “How do you know?”

  “I don’t, actually.” She gave him a sweet smile. “But I hope.”

  He lifted her hand to his lips and pressed a soft kiss on the back of her fingers.

  “Now, will you move already?” She tugged at his arm. “I’m really hungry.”

  He laughed and followed her obediently. Just as they were heading to the door, Kevin came in and, with long, determined steps, closed the distance between them. Max’s brows furrowed in worry. He knew that look on his Beta’s face. Kevin’s clenched jaw and hard eyes told him the first thing he needed to know: the news was bad. Very bad.

  “Kevin. What happened?”

  The Beta’s bright, green eyes moved from Max to Avelyn, then back to Max. “Maybe we should go to your office.”

  “We’re just heading to Dunkelstadt,” said Avelyn. “How about you join us? Surely, business can be discussed over lunch. There’s no need for you two to lock yourselves up in that office.”

  “Unfortunately, this is not business, Miss Avelyn.”

  Avelyn took a deep breath and squeezed Max’s hand for comfort. She wasn’t sure why, but she felt like it was a good idea to brace herself for what was to come.

  “Honey, maybe it would be better if Kevin and I talked about this alone.” Max had an uncomfortable feeling the news would upset Avelyn.

  “No, it’s okay.” Avelyn’s eyes rose to meet Max’s, then turned to Kevin. “I’d like to hear what you have to say, Kevin.”

  Kevin sent another questioning look towards Max, and when his Alpha nodded his head in approval, he took a deep breath and started talking.

  “It’s Sabine. It seems that she has… a pack.”

  “A pack?” Max’s eyes widened in surprise and confusion. “What are you talking about? Are you sure? How is that possible?”

  “I know, it sounds surreal. Ryan and I couldn’t believe it either. Those people she kidnapped in Dunkelstadt and all the other cities and villages up to the northern border… It seems that she actually used them to form her own pack. As you asked us, after the mating ritual, Ryan and I continued our search for Sabine, and that’s how we found out about something that happened during the last full moon, when we were all here.”

  “What happened?” asked Avelyn.

  “Something… something tragic.” Kevin made a pause, trying to find his words. “A village in Denmark… It was completely ravaged by werewolves. All people dead, their houses burned to the ground, signs of over a dozen werewolves everywhere in the village and around it.”

  Avelyn took a sharp intake of breath, her left hand flying to her chest, her cold, sweaty palm pressing against her heart. Max let go of her other hand and took a step forward.

  “This is… This is…” He had no idea what he could say. What was there to say? The news was more than bad, it was horrible, and it had hit him like a hammer over the head. He closed his eyes for a second, trying to gather his thoughts. “This is all my fault.”

  “No, it’s not. Don’t say that,” said Avelyn, trying to soothe him. It all seemed like a bad dream, and she was so tired to see Max blame himself for all the terrible things Sabine had done. Yes, he had made some wrong decisions in the past, but he was not responsible for the path Sabine had chosen to take. “At least we know they aren’t dead. That’s a good thing, right?” She was trying to see the glass half full, but the moment the words escaped her, she realized it simply didn’t work in this case.

  “This is beyond complicated,” said Max. He turned towards her, but his eyes were fixed on a spot above her head. “Yes, this means they are not dead, but it also means that Sabine broke the law.”

  Kevin rubbed his throbbing temples. “This is exactly what I was thinking. If anyone makes the connection between Sabine and Clan Blackmane, we are all in trouble. After all, Sabine did belong to the clan until her escape, which means that our Alphas can be considered directly responsible for what is happening now. She is more than a rogue wolf. Apparently, now she is a rogue Alpha, if that makes any sense. A rogue Alpha with a pack of rogue werewolves on her side.”

  “What are you saying?” asked Max without turning to face him. “Are you
implying that Sabine has some kind of an endgame?”

  “Unfortunately, this is not a mere implication. I think it’s a certainty. The fact that Sabine and her pack were in Denmark during the last full moon indicates that she was probably trying to put some distance between her and the Schloss.”

  “This is a good thing…” said Avelyn.

  “It is, or was. The problem is that shortly after the full moon, Sabine and her wolves left Denmark and came back south. We are not sure, but it seems that the last time she was seen she had crossed the border back to Germany.”

  “What does that mean? She’s… coming back?” Max finally turned towards his Beta.

  Kevin shrugged his shoulders. “I have no idea. Her actions seem random, at least to us. Personally, I can never tell what she is up to. If she’s coming back, then it seems something has happened that made her change her mind. But what?”

  They were all silent for a couple of minutes, each of them thinking about Kevin’s words and trying to find some kind of explanation. Avelyn’s hands went to touch the roundness of her belly, her first instinct being to protect the small life inside her. Since she found out she was pregnant, she had involuntarily taken up this habit of touching her stomach whenever she felt distressed. Kevin caught her gesture and his eyes went wide with realization.

  “Could it be…”

  Max’s eyes followed Kevin’s gaze, and he suddenly understood his reaction.

  “It can’t be. How would she know?”

  “How would she know about what?” asked Avelyn confused. Both werewolves were now staring at her, and their intense looks made her feel uncomfortable.

  “About our baby,” answered Max.

  “But that’s not possible,” said Avelyn. “Not unless she has some sort of spies.”

  Max’s gaze hardened and his jaw clenched in determination. “It doesn’t matter. If there is the slightest possibility that she heard about the child, then we have to make sure you and our son are safe. Kevin, what do you think?”