Chapter 4

Nadia sat stiffly on a vanity stool while Danielle worked on her face with frantic, aggressive movements.

The transformation was eerie, as Nadia did not like the makeup, but she had to sit through it anyway.

Danielle had used a flat iron to stretch Nadia's natural, dark waves into a sheet of bone-straight hair that reached her waist-a perfect replica of Danielle's signature style.

"Sit still," Danielle hissed, smearing a nude lip gloss over Nadia's mouth. "If you ruin the contour, I will have to start over, and we don't have time."

Nadia winced as the brush poked her eyelid. "This feels wrong, Danielle. Why do I have to look exactly like you? What is the 'service' your mother talked about?"

"Your word is your bond, remember?" Danielle sneered, checking her own reflection in the mirror to compare their faces. "You wanted your mom out of that cell. This is the price. You just have to be me for a few hours. Keep your mouth shut and do exactly what I tell you."

An authoritative knock on the door echoed through the room.

Danielle's body went rigid. "He is here."

Nadia's heart hammered against her ribs like a trapped bird. "Who? Danielle, who is at the door?"

"Remember the plan! Stay in the bathroom until I come get you. Do not make a sound," Danielle commanded. She grabbed Nadia by the arm and shoved her toward the bathroom, shutting the door firmly.

Nadia stood in the dark, tiled space, her breath hitching.

Danielle took a deep breath, smoothing her dress.

She hurried to the mini-bar, pulling out a vintage redwine.

With shaking hands, she spiked it with highly concentrated stimulants.

She gave the air a heavy spritz of her floral perfume before going to open the door.

"Your Highness," Danielle purred as Conrad stepped into the room. She dipped into a shallow, feminine curtsy, her eyes downcast.

Conrad didn't offer a greeting. He crossed the room in three long strides, his scent filling the space.

He grabbed her by the waist, his large hands nearly meeting around her middle, and crashed his lips onto hers. The kiss was possessive and rough.

Danielle kissed him back, forcing herself to match his intensity, but then she pulled away, breathless. "Wait... please. Slow down."

Conrad growled; there was a hunger in his eyes that made her tremble. "You agreed to this night, Danielle. I don't like waiting."

"I know," she whispered, stroking his chest. "But it is my first time. I am pretty nervous. A drink or two will help me loosen up, don't you think?"

Conrad looked down at her, his gaze raking over her body. "You are so fucking beautiful."

He did not mean it, but anything to make her feel comfortable could pass.

"Slow down, big daddy," Danielle teased, her voice descending to a salacious falsetto. She cat-walked toward the table, pouring a glass of the spiked wine. She turned back to him, swaying her hips seductively. She rubbed her body against his, feeling the hard line of his arousal through his trousers. "Drink."

Conrad took the glass, his eyes never leaving hers. He finished it in one aggressive gulp. "Another."

"Of course," she smiled, quickly refilling the glass.

Conrad sat on the edge of the king-sized bed, motioning for her to join him. "Sit here."

Danielle obeyed, settling onto his thigh and feeding him the second glass of wine. As the minutes ticked by, the drug began to take hold. Conrad's pupils dilated, and his movements became slightly sluggish, though his arousal only seemed to increase.

"You feel... different tonight," Conrad muttered, his voice reflecting his disoriented state of mind. He pulled her closer, his hands roaming over her curves.

Danielle felt a wave of intimidation at his sheer girth, even in his drugged state.

He was endowed.

She began to kiss him, leaning further back onto the pillows. When his hands moved to the zipper of her dress, she caught his wrists.

"Hold on," she whispered. "I need to use the toilet quickly. Give me one minute, and after that, I am all yours."

Conrad groaned, his mind in a hazy, super-horny place. He tried to hold her down, his grip very firm. "No. Stay here."

"I'll be right back, Your Highness," she promised, slipping out of his grasp. "I want everything to be perfect for you."

She rushed to the bathroom and pulled Nadia out into the small hallway. "It's time. Go in there."

Nadia was trembling. "Danielle, what is happening? Who is that?"

"Shut up and go! Remember: keep the lights off. Do not speak unless you absolutely have to. He is already half-gone; he won't notice as long as you stay quiet," Danielle hissed, practically shoving Nadia into the bedroom before slipping out the main door.

Nadia saw a massive silhouette on the bed.

She prayed to the moon goddess for a way out.

Her heart felt like it was going to explode.

She walked toward the bed, unsure if the man was even awake.

She climbed onto the sheets, leaning over to see his face.

She hesitated-should she wake him?

Or just stay here?

She dipped into his pocket and found his wallet; she quickly opened it and found his government ID, Conrad Bradley – Alpha of the Bradley Pack.

She did not have much time to deliberate on her thoughts when he moved a bit.

He had woken up.

"What took you so long?" Conrad growled.

He pulled her down with a sudden, violent strength.

Nadia let out a small gasp, her body colliding with his hard chest.

She fidgeted, confused and terrified, but the scent of him was overwhelming.

It triggered something deep in her that she didn't understand.

"Kiss me," he ordered.

She would have resisted, but the thought of her mom in jail spending more than a night in jail terrified her, so this was it?

She had to sleep with him? If that's all it took to get her mom out, no problem.

Nadia closed her eyes and obeyed.

At first she was repulsed by him, but what faster way to put an end to all of this other than pretend to enjoy it? She thought.

However, as much as she tried to pretend, his kiss was so good it sent sparks shooting inside her. Her wolf activated, sending myriads of overwhelming emotions as his lips pressed further, exploring her mouth.

The genuine softness and the pure scent of her set his blood on fire.

He groaned, flipping her onto her back, pinning her to the mattress.

He began to kiss her neck, his stubble grazing her sensitive skin. "You smell like heaven," he groaned, his voice vibrating against her collarbone.

His kisses moved lower, trailing over her forehead and down to the swell of her breasts. When his hand slid downward, his fingers grazing the edge of her lace panties, Nadia gasped and grabbed his arm. "Slow... slow down."

Conrad stopped, lifting his head. His eyes were glazed with the drug and desire, but he looked at her with a sudden intensity. "I understand. If at any point you feel pain, or you want me to stop, you say it. Do you hear me?"

Nadia could only nod, her voice lost in her throat.

He resumed his sweet assault on her senses, his touch becoming more urgent but strangely careful. In one strong pull, her lace panties were gone. He moved between her legs, his head dipping low.

Nadia's back arched off the bed as he began to eat her out.

She bit her lip, trying to stifle the moans that were bubbling up.

It was too much.

The pleasure was an electric current that made her toes curl.

He moved back up her body, his mouth finding her nipple through the thin fabric of her chemise, sucking hard while his hand guided his massive schlong towards her.

She felt the warmth of his shaft at her entrance.

With one deliberate thrust, he entered her. His mouth descending on her neck, marking her.

"Aggggghhhh!" Nadia screamed, a sharp, blinding pain shooting through her mind. She felt her walls rip apart, clenching to his big dick, the reality of her first time hitting her with agonizing force.

Conrad froze instantly. His muscles were corded and tense, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He stayed still, buried deep inside her, sensing the shift in the air. To calm her, he began to nibble on her neck, moving to her breasts and back again, his touch becoming a soothing caress.

Then, something happened.

As they stayed joined, a strange warmth began to spread from the point of their union. It felt like a golden thread pulling tight.

Nadia's body, which had been rigid with pain, began to ease open.

"Do you want me to stop?" he rasped, his sweat dripping onto her skin.

Nadia wrapped her legs around his waist, her fingers digging into his muscular shoulders. "No," she whispered, her voice a broken moan. "Please don't. Don't stop."

The word "please" seemed to shatter Conrad's remaining restraint. He lunged into her, his strokes becoming intense.

Nadia's head tossed back against the pillows, tears of pure ecstasy rolling down her eyes.

"Yes... right there," she gasped, her body responding to him in a way that shocked her.

"You're mine," Conrad growled. "Tonight, you're mine."

He fucked her with a desperation that bordered on madness, driven by the drug in his system and her intoxicating purity.

Every time Nadia thought she couldn't take any more, he would find a new way to make her scream his name, his stamina seemingly endless as he claimed every inch of her.

All Nadia felt afterwards was an overwhelming feeling of shame.