Seducing And Playing My Alphas

Zaria's POV

"Beta Blackthorne and Lady Evelyn are considered traitors who betrayed this pack. They would be sentenced to death and their bloodline will forever be marked as traitors-reduced to the lowest of the lowest rank. Omega."

The words of Alpha Kael of the Nightbane replayed in my ears on a loop like a bad music as I knelt in the center of the Nightbane's Pack's great hall. My wrists were bound behind my back, my eyes blurring from the tears I had shed all day long. The scent of burning wood and my parents blood lingered in the air-thick and suffocating.

Treason.

My ever loyal parents have just been framed. I knew it. My parents' knew. In fact, everyone in the Pack knew this, but it doesn't matter anyways. It never did. The verdict has been passed and no one is going to save us.

My gaze shifted towards my father, the strongest warrior in the Pack and even across the kingdom. He stood before them, his face bloodied, battered and broken but his spirit wasn't-he was still as defiant as ever. My mother knelt beside him, silent, exhausted and her face- tear-streaked.

My gaze shifted to the one person that could at least try to stop this. The man I had trusted with my life, my heart, my future.

Callum Nightbane. My love. My mate. My Alpha-to-be.

He sat at the head of the council beside his father, Alpha Kael, dressed in a ceremonial black outfit, his silver eyes cold as he stared straight ahead. His jaw clenched, his expression unreadable like he wasn't aware of all that was happening around him.

Four months ago on my eighteenth birthday and coming of age ceremony, I had discovered that Callum was my mate. The revelation had left me stunned as I couldn't believe that Moon Goddess had paired me with such a perfect mate. But I couldn't deny the pull, his scent whenever he was close by and the undeniable feelings I had for him even before I discovered he was my mate. We were friends, but he was also the man, I dare not claim.

Callum was perfect. Too perfect. He was in his twenty-one years old but doesn't look like it. Tall, broad-shouldered with piercing silver eyes, and chiesled features that made it seems like an art in a gallery. And importantly, he was wise and kind, a man every powerful she-wolves in the pack and across desired for themselves.

We accepted the bond between us and since then, with the blessings of our parents, we've been seeing eachother.

"Please," I mind linked him. "Callum, say something. Do something. You know my family would never betray this pack. They are innocent."

But he didn't bulge.

My heart thundering in my chest, desperate, pleading. He'd sworn to protect me. He loved me-he told me that several times. He wasn't like his father, the unkind and ruthless Alpha who ruled this pack with an iron fist.

And yet, as the guards moved to drag my parents away, my mate remained silent.

I struggled against the rope that bound me. "No! Alpha please don't do this. Callum-"

My father turned to me, his expression still as calm as ever as they dragged him roughly to his feet. "Survive, Zaria."

My mother swallowed her sob, trying to stay calm. "Close your eyes, my love. Assume this is all a bad dream."

Close my eyes? Bad dream? How could I do that? How could I pretend this is a bad dream -when I would wake up the next morning, and my parents would be long gone?

"Alpha, please," I sobbed, desperation clawing at me as I crawl towards him. But his expression remained as cold as ever, looking at me like I was some insignificant animal. "My father would never-" Before I could say more words, a warrior struck me with something on my head.

My world tilted. My body grew weak from the forceful impact and I collapsed to the ground.

And the last thing I saw before darkness consumed me was Callum -sitting there, watching, doing nothing.

******

My eyes flustered open to the familiar coziness of my room, but that did nothing to ease the pain in my chest. The bed felt harder than I remembered.

I had lost my parents forever.

The scent of blood clung to me like a second skin. The memories of my parents still echoed in my head, hollow and distant, like a ghost I couldn't outrun.

Tears streamed down my cheeks as I remembered their last words: Survive, Zaria. Assume this is all a bad dream.

I should go look for my parents. I thought . Maybe, just maybe all these-is a bad dream like mother had said.

I wiped off my tears with the back of my hand. My body was still weak, but I tried to force myself up, and it was then that I noticed the strong arms around my waist, holding me in place.

I turned and saw him, lieing beside me, his once sharp silver eyes now dimmed. Callum. The same man who had stood by and watched.

"What....the hell are you doing here?" I asked, my voice trembling with barely restrained rage. "Get out." I snapped, attempting to broke free from him, but he didn't bulge.

Instead, his fingers grazed my cheeks, gentle in a way that shattered me.

"I know you hate me." His voice was rough with something. Guilt? Pain?

Desperation.

"I do." A lie. My voice broke as I tried to push him away. "Don't touch me!' I thrashed against him, hating him, hating myself for still craving his warmth. I punched his chest, slapped his face -anything to make him feel what I was feeling.

He let me hit him. Didn't flinch.

"I'm sorry," he muttered, holding my head to his chest. And this time, I didn't fight him.

The room fell silent, only my cracked sobs echoed through. I didn't know for how long I cried but Callum touch was comforting. He didn't say anything, he just held me close while I bawled my eyes out in his arms.

After what seemed like a long while, I stopped crying and pulled away gently from him. I glanced up at him.

"I'm sorry, Zaria," he muttered. "I couldn't.... just go against father like that."

I nodded, believing him. Alpha Kael was powerful and ruthless, and no one dared stand against him-not even his own son. I hadn't expected him to go against his father, but I at least, wanted him to say something -anything-instead of just standing by.

"It's okay, Callum. You can leave now. I'd like to be alo-" before I could finish his lips brushed over mine, slow, lingering. Not a demand-an invitation.

I pushed him away. "Callum....what are you doing?"

His grip on my waist tightened. "Let me have you, Zaria. Let me help you forget your pain."

Forget?

Air left my throat as I glanced at him, stunned into silence. Was he stupid? His father killed my parents and he thought fucking me would make it better?

In our four months of dating, we've done literally everything-blow jobs, hand jobs, kissed and he has even given me a head, but we've never had sex.

We were saving that for our mating ceremony, which was to happen in the next two weeks but I doubted if that would happen again.

Now, he wanted to claim me like nothing had happened?

"I am all you have left now." His voice was raw, his grip possessive. "If you let me mark you, we can still be together. And I promise to protect you from my father."

Zaria's POV

His words settled over me like a dark cloud: I am all you have left now."

The room suddenly felt suffocating, the walls closing in on me. His grip on my waist was firm and his cedarwood and frost scent filled my nostrils -a reminder of the bond between us despite everything.

I searched his face for the guilt I had seen earlier, but it was gone. His eyes had darkened with lust, desperation and possession.

"Callum....." I whispered, my voice breaking.

I wanted to push him away. I wanted to hate him. But I didn't. Because the truth was, despite everything, despite the betrayal and agony tearing my heart apart, a part of me still wanted him. A part of me still believed this was truly necessary, if I wanted to survive and remain by his side.

He tilted his head forward and kissed me and this time I didn't resist. It was slow and lingering at first but the moment my lips parted, he became possessive. Like I was his and he would never let me go.

"You want this," he whispered, dipping his tongue inside my mouth and caressing the entire interior of my mouth. Then his hand found my ass, rubbing and slapping it through my panties and dress.

Despite myself, heat rose inside me. And I began moving my tongue against his.

"I hate you," I choked, but my body betrayed me. My hands were already tangled in his hair, and the kiss only got more intense.

By the time he terminated the kiss, I was already feeling warm inside.

"Then hate me while I make you mine." He stood up slowly, unbuttoning his shirt, while I lay on the bed, my mind spinning.

Was this survival or surrender? My parents' blood was still fresh , yet I was, tangled with the son of their killer.

If I did this, Callum could protect me from his father and when the time is right, I will strike and avenge my parents death. But could I really trust him?

"Tell me to stop," he said, his voice pulling me out of my thoughts. His lips trailed my neck, kissing and biting softly and his hands sliding beneath my dress, caressing my ass.

I should have.

But I didn't.

I needed to do this-for my survival. For my revenge.

Instead, I arched into his touch, burning and soothing at the same time.

His hands found the straps of my dress, undoing them with deliberate slowness.

"You're so beautiful, Zaria," he murmured, pulling the fabric above my head. Heat pooled up in my stomach as he reached for my brassier, he undid the clasp and pulled the strap over my shoulders, removing the cups from my full tits. He reached for the side of my panties and slide it down my thighs.

Then his lips were on my breast, his tongue flicking over the hardened nipple. I gasped, my nails digging into his arms.

"Ever sensitive," he groaned, biting and teasing my nipples.

My breath hitched as he took the other nipples in his hand, rolling and pinching it with his fingers. He then kneaded my breasts, holding as much flesh as he could.

Then his hand trailed down, parting my thighs apart. A slow, featherlight touch around my pussy, teasing, testing.

"Callum -"

"Relax, my little wolf," he murmured. "I'll be gentle." With that he pushed two fingers inside my wet, tight and throbbing sheath.

I trembled, overwhelmed, burning.

"You're soaked already," he murmured against my nipple in his mouth.

I whimpered to his fingers curling inside me.....just hitting the right spot. Yes, yes...there. He thrust his fingers in and then out, fucking me roughly, my thighs trembling from the thrill.

With shame and need tangling together, I moved my hips against his fingers which were barely enough, barely there.

"Tell me to stop and I will."

But I didn't.

Because I wanted this. I wanted him, even though I had convinced myself that it was for survival.

He gave my nipples one last long suck, before he removed his mouth. "Beg me to fuck you," he said. "Beg me to make you mine."

And just as if his words controlled my brain, the word slipped out before I could stop them. "Pleaseeeeeeee." My legs trembled as my arousal came rushing out of my pussy.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to hear that." With that, he removed his fingers and dipped them in his mouth, tasting my arousal.

"Just as sweet as ever," he murmured, licking his fingers with his eyes closed, savouring my taste.

He reached for his belt, and quickly unbuckled it. His slide his trousers down, revealing his cock straining over his briefs. Then he slid down the fabric and threw them aside. His cock was upright, and hardened.

It was my first time, and the thought of something as huge buried inside me, made my heart raced.

Am I really doing this?

Was this really necessary?

Questions ran through my mind, but even though it wasn't. I had been too far too gone to stop now.

My parents' face flooded my mind. This is vile. I shouldn't do this-

Before I could push him off me, he pressed his cock against my entrance, and I lost my will to fight once more. Then he clasped my hands together, held it above my head and thrust inside me, slow, deep, stretching me apart.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh," I let out a throaty cry as pain and pleasure exploded through me. I tried to free my hands but he didn't let me. I guess he was prepared for this.

"Breathe, Zaria," he murmured, kissing my temple, his body trembling against mine.

"You're too hard," I gasped.

"I'll make it better," he promised.

And he did. His movements slowed down but it didn't stop the pain. His hands left mine, gripping my thighs, holding me open, taking me apart.

"You're mine," he groaned, his movements turning rougher, more desperate.

The pain. The pleasure. They were building fast, sending thrill through me. It was so.....intense. "Callum-" I cried out, my body convulsing around him.

"I know, baby." His thumb found my clit, rubbing slow in tight circles. "I'm cuminggggg-"

He leaned closer to me, the moment his teeth sank into my neck, a fire erupted inside me. A rush of pain and pleasure flooded my veins. It was ancient. It was undeniable. My body and soul recognised him. I have been marked and our bond had been sealed.

"Arghhhhhhhh," I screamed, my nails digging into his shoulders and I orgasmed.

He thrust deeper, deeper, deeper, groaning my name. "Zariaaaaaaaaaaa." Then he also spilled inside me, breathless."

He didn't come out immediately, he collapsed on me, and rested his head on my breasts.

"I will protect you, Zaria. I promise," he murmured, still catching his breath.

Believing in his promise, I wrapped my arms around him and buried my face on his head.

A tear escaped my eyes, but I didn't regret it.

I loved him, and this was necessary-for now.

Zaria's POV

Of course it's being two weeks. Two long, agonizing weeks of pain, whispers and judgemental stares.

My parents death were like an open wound, I carried -raw and aching, yet there was barely time to mourn them. The pack had quickly moved on and decided my fate. To them, I was nothing more than an Omega. The daughter of traitors. A stain on their honor.

Heartbreaking whispers followed me everywhere I went.

"She should have been executed with them."

"Look at her, pretending she belongs here."

"An Omega like her has no right to stand beside the future Alpha."

Those were the words that came from the same people who once sang my praises. I ignored everything -the pointed glances, the cruel remarks. I also endured the endless chores, scrubbing the floor until my fingers bled, running errands until my legs trembled, doing everything the pack demanded of me because what other choice do I have?

But I wasn't alone.

Callum had always been there, his presence was a silent shield against the cruelty of the Pack. He had made sure I wasn't tortured and cornered beyond the words they threw at me. If anyone dared to push too far anytime he was there, he made sure to give them a glare that would silence them.

And Aria, my best friend was always by my side. She had stood up for me when I was too exhausted to stand by myself. She made up excuses to ease me from the chores, made sure I ate when I had no appetite, and held me up when I seemed to crumble from the weight of everything.

Despite the rumours that we weren't fit for eachother, Callum who stood by me in ways I had never imagined.

Every night, he sneaked into my room.

Every night, as he thrust inside me, he whispered comforting words.

"I will protect you, Zaria."

"You are mine, no matter what happens."

"I won't betray you."

And every night he came, we made love.

Steamy, hot love. He would suck my nipples till I started feeling pains. Pushed his fingers inside me, hitting my sensitive bud. Made sure I took his dick in my mouth and sucking on it like my favourite candy. Rolled his tongue over my clit till I was thrashing from the thrill. Finally, he would make me kneel on the bed and slammed his cock inside my sheath.

I liked it. I like the pleasure that burned through my pains, leaving only the warmth of him in it's place. And I allowed myself to trust and believe in his promises.

I had to, there was no way about it.

Because when I become the mate of the future Alpha, everything would be worth it.

Tonight, the entire pack gathered inside the grand hall, their eyes gleaming with a mix of anticipation and disbelief -they couldn't believe that Callum, my Callum, would officially claim me as his mate.

I stood at the center of the hall -the same spot I had stood two weeks ago, pleading for my parents lives but today it was for an entirely different reason. My eyes gleamed with unshed tears but I quickly blinked it away-this was no place nor time to mourn.

I adjusted the straps of the fine silver silk dress Aria had gifted me the day before. It was a beautiful dress and must have cost a fortune for me, but for Aria it was nothing. Her parents, the Everwoods were the wealthiest family in the Pack.

My black hair cascaded over my shoulders. I had never felt more beautiful, more powerful. More hopeful.

This was it. After tonight, I would no longer become the Omega. No longer the daughter of traitors.

I will become Callum's bride.

Callum stood before me, his silver eyes unreadable. But....he doesn't look exactly himself.

I waited for him to take my hands and say those words that would change my fate forever. But then-he stepped back.

A hush fell over the room.

A cold , sinking feeling surge inside me as I watched him, confusion flooding my mind. Why was he hesitating?

Then he spoke.

"I, Callum Nightbane, future Alpha of the Nightbane Pack, reject you, Zaria Nightshade, as my mate and Luna."

The words cut through my chest like a dagger. My legs trembling as I tried to understand what was happening. I couldn't have heard him right. I must have been mistaken, right?"

The mocking gasps and murmurs from the pack confirmed that I had heard him right.

"He rejected her!"

"Pathetic! She really thought she could be our Luna?"

I looked up at at Callum, my body trembling, searching his face for some of explanation. This can't be? This has to be some kind of mistake or a prank. Right, it must be a prank.

He was mine. He had held me last night in his arms, whispered promises against my skin, sworn that he would protect me.

"Callum......." I tried to speak, but the words caught in my throat.

He didn't even look at me.

Instead he turned to Aria, who had a smile on her face. A knowing, triumphant smile.

"And I accept you, Aria Everwood, as my mate." Callum's voice was firm, final.

It felt like the word has disappeared. The pain in my chest was unbearable, more unbearable than when my parents were executed. It was like my soul had torn apart. The bond we had shared, the one I had trusted was shattering before my very eyes.

Then, as if to put the final nail on my coffin, Callum cupped Aria's face with the same hand that touched me, the same one roamed my body every night. And then he kissed her. Right there in front of everyone.

I wanted to scream, to rip them apart.

Pulling apart from the kiss, he turned to me, his eyes cold but his voice was even colder-icy. "Accept my rejection, Zaria Blackthorne." His tone was all formal, all business.

"But.... Callum." I wanted to argue, to remind him of everything but one glare from him was able to silence me, to tell me that nothing I say will change what has already happened.

Tears streamed down my cheeks, pain shook my body, tearing me apart from the inside out. But I managed to swallow past the lump in my throat.

"I, Zaria Nightshade, accept your rejection."

And that was it. I felt the bond breaking, the place he had marked me gleaming with intense pain. The pain was so overwhelming that I couldn't stand on my feet-I collapsed to the ground

The vision blurring, and the last words I heard before closing my eyes was Alpha Kael barking out command to the guards.

"Seize her."