The Ultimate Alpha's Disgraced Mate

Vekra

Glasses clink against each other.

"To Marina!" My friends and I yell at the top of our lungs. We are young, wanton and completely oblivious that our lives will soon be turned upside down.

We down the shots in one go and it burns all the way down.

"I'm wasted." Marina says with a giggle, staggering and I catch her.

"Get your shit together babygirl! The night is just beginning." I say and pour her and Alec another shot of Vodken.

My favourite music comes on and I start gyrating to the beat.

"I want to get laid tonight." Alec says and I snicker.

"You want to get laid all the time."

"Hard to debate fact." She says and downs the shot, moving to the music with me.

"Stop." Marina staggers forward. "I have a good one, and it's for you Vekra." She says with a wiggle of her brows.

I groan. "Oh no."

"Hell yes." She says with a wicked grin. Tonight, she's the boss. It's her reward for going through her Shifting and becoming a full wolf. The last time was Alec and she dared us to do unthinkable things that I still cringe to remember. I'm the only one that hasn't gone through my Shifting yet, a late bloomer as always.

I straighten. "Get it over with."

Alec is far more wicked than Marina is so I have my fingers crossed.

"Give us some moves with pole." She squeals excitedly.

"That's it?" I say with a smirk.

Alec groans. "Marina, why are you going easy on her?"

"Not everyone has wicked blood like you Alec." I say and she sticks out her tongue at me. "This is going to be an easy one."

Last year, I became obsessed with how the body moves with the pole. I learned to twist and curl around it, to crook an ankle and have males drooling, to make them wish they were the pole gripped between my thighs. And I did it all with a mask. What would people say if they heard that Alpha Din's only daughter was in the bowels of a questionable house entertaining men? My father is not popularly known by Folkland as The Saint for no reason.

This will be my first show without a mask, I think with excitement. The night feels dangerous and filled with possibilities.

"Go on." Alec says and folds her hands in front of her.

I sashay forward a step and then he comes in.

The entire room freezes and everyone turns to the door where new power just entered the room.

He looks the room over with a hard face, a killer's face and my heart hammers against my chest loudly. He is so powerful! An alpha no doubt.

His aura expands to fill the room, like a roaring animal, deadly and so fucking commanding no one can look away. Within this room and out, I have never met anyone that packs as much sheer power as this alpha before me.

"Bloody hell!" Alec whispers furiously behind me.

My breath punches out of my chest. I didn't know I was holding it. I sniff at the air delicately, my primitive nose picking up the most delicious scent I've ever smelled. It's coming from him.

Suddenly, his eyes fixes on me from across the room and I gasp and take a step back. Looking into those soulless eyes is like staring death itself in its eyes and yet... my body shocks me by the scent of my desire in the air. I want to do wicked things with this man while those eyes watch me.

Two more men follow him into the club and he looks away and moves with them towards a table. The entire room relaxes collectively, and people continue stealing uneasy glances at him while Alec grabs my arm.

"Oh goddess do you know who just walked in here?" She whispers furiously.

"I have no idea who but I know I never want to cross him." Marina says nervously. "Maybe we should leave."

She is right, with them here, the room suddenly feels dangerous, explosive. But the last thing I want to do is leave.

"Who is he?" I grab Alec's arm.

"Those two men that came in after him are for sure from the Red Moon pack. I would bet my left arm that was the alpha of Red Moon pack." She whispers.

Marina gasps and I gape.

"Red Moon?" I whisper, awed.

Everyone knows of the Red Moon pack, the most powerful pack in all of Folkland. But not much is known of the alpha, nothing but the horrible whispers in the dead of night.

Alpha Zaden is the alpha that nearly went rogue many years ago, when his power nearly sent him to madness. His mother was killed by a cult of the most powerful Folk, to keep a deadly secret and he nearly tasted madness in his thirst for vengeance. The most powerful of the Folk; werewolves and vampires, sorcerers and witches, moved to stop his annihilation but not a single one could stop the deadly killing machine that he was, not until the last member of the cult lay dead at his feet, along with their families.

"Goddess. Yeah we should leave. We don't want trouble." Marina says, immediately sober.

The club is quickly emptying out, males and females sneaking out before they catch his attention.

"No." I say, searching for him in the club. I find his eyes on me from the depths of the club and my breath seizes with an insane combination of fear and desire. I've always had one toxic trait, I can't stay away from my thrills.

Alec grabs my arm and shakes me.

"Not this time Vekra. Marina is right, that male is trouble." She says. I'm surprised even she is backing down.

I snatch my arm back. "Why should we leave? I've not even danced yet." I say with a smile. "Watch me, sweethearts."

Before they can say another word, I sashay away, signalling the DJ as I grip the pole.

...

Alpha Zaden

I stare at the woman from across the room, the one with the distracting scent. I've never smelled anything like her before.

"How long is the wait?" I ask my delta, third in command.

"Any minute." Ragnar says, his easy and relaxed demeanour betraying the seasoned killer behind his eyes.

"You know the drill, we grab him the minute he comes in."

"I won't let you down Alpha."

"And try to keep your eyes off the skirts." I chastise and he grimaces and peels his eyes from one.

"That one's easier said than done." He says and I glare at him. He holds up his hands.

"I'm blind today."

"You had better be." I say. My delta is renowned in his reputation as an unrepentant womaniser.

I stiffen when her scent invades my nostrils again. My body reacts instantly, my cock filling with blood.

Find her.

More than my body's visceral reaction, my wolf's sudden excitement shocks me. I have fucked hundreds of women, not a single one of them have ever stirred my wolf.

Who the fuck is this woman?

I glare at her a distance away, completely unaware of her effect on me. She is not even looking my way, engrossed in conversation with her friends. And then she does look my way. My breath catches at her beauty. Her sizzling grey eyes meet mine, filled with a healthy dose of fear and... desire. I cock my head, interested in her reaction. Not many dare to meet my eyes, and not any are so brazen with their desire. Her full lips pull into a smirk and I can picture pushing my cock between those lips.

Fuck.

"Alpha?" Ragnar is looking at me curiously.

"What?" I snap, more curtly than I should. I'm always in control, always. I don't like that I cannot control my body's reaction to the female, at such an important moment too.

"That was the sentinel." Ragnar says. "There's no hint of him yet."

"Tell me when that changes." I say and look at her again. Duncan, my beta watches me, ever silent.

She looks back at me again, aware that I'm watching her, meeting my challenge. She is a very interesting woman, either extremely foolish or extremely brave.

She takes the stage and grips the pole, eyes on me. She caresses the pole, prowling slowly around it.

Must have her.

I agree with my wolf. Even from half a room away, I can scent her desire, all the men in the room can.

"Holy shit. Now that's what I call a delicious surprise." Ragnar's jaw drops to the ground when she sways her hips and dances down the pole.

'Destroy.'

My wolf lashes out, livid at another male's attention on her.

'Calm down.' I command him and he seethes silently.

But my pack members and the rest of the room have already felt the deadly lash of power, a warning and a promise of death.

"Alpha..." Ragnar says with a frown, looking from the female to me in confusion.

I stand. "I expect the both of you to complete the mission." I say.

Even as I turn, even as I cross the room towards her, I question my sanity. What in the name of the goddess am I doing abandoning my mission for a female? I have never allowed a skirt to distract me before, why her?

Her scent grows stronger the closer I get to her, driving me and my wolf mad. I must have her. My sanity will return afterwards. My cock strains against my jeans as I stop in front of her.

She grips the pole with her legs, suspended from it as she lowers her body backwards until she is looking at me. Her body, her scent, her dance, it's all so sensual, appealing to me in such a raw way that no woman ever has.

I should go back, take my seat and resume my watch but that reasoning is unwelcome. My hands twitch from the effort to keep from touching her. She must have cast a spell on me, or perhaps she is a succubus. But I've fucked a succubus before and not even her could make me react like this.

"Stand up."

She takes her time, daring to draw out my command.She slowly comes to a stop in front of me.

"Who are you?" I ask her.

She tosses her hair. "Is that important?"

"No." I say.

I don't care who she is, I'll be fucking her regardless.

She grins, taking a step closer.

"I've heard terrifying things about you Alpha Zaden." She says in a whisper, like she's confiding in me.

"If you're smart, you'll believe them. If you're smart, you'll run away." I tell her, a warning.

Run, and don't look back. Call me a monster and tell me you're scared of me, that you'll never have anything to do with me.

She catches her bottom lip between her teeth. It hits me like a punch in the gut and my eyes sharpen on the movement. I want those lips wrapped around my cock.

She looks unsure but almost like she's putting on a coat of borrowed courage, she meets my eyes again.

"Running away is never an option to me."

Thank the goddess.

I push my fingers through her hair and brings her lips to mine.

Vekra

When his lips meet mine, my world stops.

His lips move over mine possessively, claiming every inch. His tongue dips into my mouth and I moan and melt against him. He caresses my tongue and I gasp. He angles my face, doing wicked things with his tongue that make my body burn.

My hands are everywhere, feeling the taut bulges of his muscles, delighting in the raw strength in his body.

He grips me to him, his swollen cock pushing against me and setting my senses on fire. I gasp when he finally pulls back.

"Come with me." He says, an offer.

I lick my lips, tasting him on my tongue and I nod.

"Okay."

He takes my hand and leads me deeper into the darkness while my friends watch frightfully from the side.

"I'm okay." I mouth to them.

Maybe I'm not. Something about the danger surrounding this man makes me think I'll regret tonight. And that makes me yearn for him more.

"Some men would make conversation first." I say when he shuts the door behind us. "Try to get me more comfortable."

He stands at the door and crosses his arms in front of himself. I'm not deceived by the relaxed stance. If I make one wrong move, he will easily rip my throat out.

"If you're looking for someone to soften and woo you, you're looking at the wrong man."

My brows cock and I strut to stand in front of him. He looks down at me with unsuppressed lust and I shiver.

"Then what type of man are you?" I ask him, breathless.

"I fuck. Hard."

Shivers race down my arms again. I grip the bottom of my top, and holding his eye, I pull it over my head. His scent intensifies, becoming complex and from behind those dark eyes, I'm not sure what looks back at me, man or wolf. I finally found him, the man that can handle me.

He pushes off the wall and crowds my space. His thumb glides over my collarbone and traces a line to the crest of my breast and gooseflesh follow the line. He goes lower, swiping a thumb over one pebbled nipple and I moan, catching my lip. He smirks.

"With me, you don't have to hold yourself back." He says.

And then he is lifting me into the air.

A hot frenzy follows the press of his lips, the touch of his hands. I am touching him everywhere, trying to get as much of him as I can, as if I live on borrowed minutes. He sucks at my neck and soft moans fill the room, mine. His cock pushes insistently against me and I rock into him.

He lowers me onto the bed, reaching behind me to unhook my bra.

"Goddess." He whispers, staring at my breasts.

My back arches when he runs a hand over it and I moan wantonly, pushing my breast into his hand.

"You are even more beautiful than I imagined." He says, lowering his mouth to take one pebbled tip in his hot mouth. I cry out, gripping his hair.

"So sensitive." He says and cups the mound, pulling on the nipple and running his tongue over it. I see stars.

"I want to hear your moans when I push my cock into you." I cry out again and grind against him.

He pulls my zipper down and I hurry to kick off my jeans. With a flick of his wrist, my panties rip and he plunges a finger into my slick wetness.

I gasp, gripping the sheets in my fist as my head falls back.

"So tight. You are not ready for my cock."

"I am." I cry.

He thrusts the finger again and I moan and fall back, my thighs falling open as my pussy squeezes him tight. He pushes two fingers next, curving one in a way that has me bucking off the bed with a scream. He pulls a nipple into his mouth as he thrusts again and my hips rise to meet him, craving more.

He pulls back suddenly and I watch him lick his fingers with relish. It is the hottest thing I've ever seen. I am completely naked where he is clothed and it makes me feel vulnerable and at his mercy. As if he can feel my thoughts, he pulls his shirt off, revealing a ripped expanse of chest. I practically drool, resisting yanking him down to explore those ridges. My pussy clenches in want and I sit up to yank off his belt. I crave his kiss, his touch, his cock. When he stands naked before me, I gape.

His cock is three times as huge as I imagined it would be, swollen and beaded with precum. My mouth waters and my pussy clenches again, even as I recoil in fear of forcing that thing to fit in me. He grips my hair and turns my face to his.

"I wanted to prepare you, make sure you are ready to take my cock but if I don't fuck you in the next minute, I will go mad." He says.

My desire wins over the fear.

"Then fuck me." I tell him.

He grips my ankle and pulls me down suddenly. I yell and my heart hammers in my chest as he lowers himself to the bed.

"Take a deep breath." He commands. I obey and he plunges into me, to the hilt.

I scream. There is a sharp pain and I bite my lip to keep from crying out any further.

He tenses above me, his muscles straining as he takes my lips in his. The tip of his tongue dips into my mouth, tasting me, claiming me and I moan and welcome him, meeting each thrust of his tongue with mine.

It stops hurting, my body adjusting to his size and I am shocked at the hunger that burns in my belly and takes over my body. I move under him, eager for more.

As if he has been waiting for the signal, he grips my hands and pushes them above my head, holding me prisoner there as he pulls out and thrusts into me again, to the hilt.

I scream, this time with pleasure and grip his hands, intertwining our fingers. He growls into my neck, sucking at that fucking spot and he pulls out and slams into me again. I writhe beneath him, more alive than I've ever been. The pleasure surges, crashing over my head in a wave I cannot ride. I sink my teeth into his shoulder and he growls. He pulls out and his hips piston into mine, his cock pushing into me unapologetically.

"Fuck." I gasp. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck."

I'm done for. I know it, even before he growls and pins my hips down with a huge hand, his cock a deadly piston slamming into me again and again. I know it, even before the pleasure crystallises into a razor's edge, tightening my toes and my belly and the walls of my pussy. I sink my teeth into him to muffle my screams as I shatter into a million jagged pieces on his cock and I fucking know it. This man just ruined me. No one will ever come close again.

I lay there, gasping for breath beside him, my body still tingling, unable to focus.

My radar pings suddenly, a warning of danger and I open my eyes to see those dark eyes fixed on me. My climax high wears off prematurely and I eye him warily, but I'm still not ready when his hand grips my throat and he slams me into the wall.

I wheeze, clutching his arm, my legs hanging off the ground.

"Wh-what.." I gasp out.

He releases me just as suddenly and I retch on the floor, choking.

...

Alpha Zaden

"Who sent you?" I ask her, watching her coldly as she chokes and coughs on the floor.

"What the fuck?" She yells, her colour finally returning.

"I hate repeating myself. Who the fuck sent you, woman?" I ask her, taking a step forward as she instinctively takes one back and scrambles up, chest heaving.

Even now, when I'm sure she is no ordinary creature, her chest heaves, those full breasts heaving and my cock fills with even more blood. I want to drag her down and fuck her again, and again. I did not think it is possible but I want to fuck her twice as much as I did before I fucked her. My cock aches, full and throbbing. My wolf is going crazy with her scent and I'm trying to focus but all I can think about is being buried deep inside her. I crave her. And that makes me angry, furious even. This has never happened to me before, I am always in control of who I fuck, and I don't fuck a woman twice.

The only explanation is that I'm under a spell. She was sent, to distract me on a night that I needed my focus, and I need her to undo the goddamn spell.

"Take it back." I say and she stares at me, her eyes spitting fire even as her scent betrays her fear. "Whatever you did, undo it before I rip your throat out."

"What?" She says and laughs. "You fuck me and then you threaten to kill me? Nice one, Goddess. Trust me to give my virginity to the biggest asshole in Folkland."

Her words hit me like a punch, and I stagger a step back from her.

"What did you just say?" I whisper, not wanting to believe I heard her right.

She faces me, her eyes filled with hurt and accusation that she tries to cover.

"I gave you my virginity." She says, folding her in front of her as if to ward me off.

I heard her right. I look at the bed, at the single drop of blood on the sheets and I know she does not lie.

'Mine.' My wolf roars, delighted.

'Shut the fuck up.' I snarl.

I've never fucked a virgin. I don't fuck virgins. I've stayed away from them for years, only to end up in a bed with her. I was so rough...

"I see you're just delighted to hear that." She says, aiming for sarcasm but her tone is stilted and her voice is hurt. "How about you and I just go on our random ways and pretend this night never happened?"

Never.

My guttural reaction shocks me. I should be revolted, she deceived me into fucking her even though she was a virgin. But far from it, my cock strains and pulses, and I clench my fist to stop myself from bending her over and burying myself inside her. I pull at my hair in frustration, unused to this frustrating feeling.

A knock sounds at the door and I snarl. The knocking continues, insistent.

"Stay here. You are coming with me." I order her.

"I'd like to clean up." She says, motioning to the bathroom. There are few stains of blood on her thigh.

I stare at it, unsure what I'm going to do with this woman.

"Sure."

She heads to the bathroom stiffly while I stare after her ass, running a hand through my hair again. Yes, she is definitely coming with me. Until I figure out how to undo this spell, she goes nowhere.

The knocking is more insistent now, and glad to have a target for my aggression, I pull the door open, ripping it right off the hinges.

The male has one hand shoved under a human's skirt and his tongue halfway down her throat and he jerks upright and pales when I loom over them.

"A-Alpha. I'm sorry, I didn't know... I'll be on my way." He says, bowing repeatedly as he forgets the woman and hurries away. She scampers after him while I glare after them. It is a little too quiet inside.

I spin around and prowl towards the bathroom, ripping the door open to see the bathroom window flapping in the wind. The distinct lack of her scent tells me she used a cloaking spell. She vanished into thin air, leaving me with no answers and a swollen cock, stained with her blood.

Vekra

I run all the way home, in the clothes and the cloak that I 'borrowed' from a hung line on my way back.

I feel too many conflicting emotions at once.

I'm angry at him that he's as much of an asshole as the rumours make him to be. I'm angry at myself that I told him he was my first. The revulsion on his face... it made me feel cold. And I'm angry that I care. One admittedly, mind-blowing sex and I let the male get to me so badly. I've never felt so wanted and so unwanted at the same time.

Back in Olive pack territory, I throw back my shoulders, regaining some of my shaky control back. I must be home when the cloaking spell wears off, I don't want to deal with the gossip that Alpha Din's daughter came back home smelling like sex.

I make sure to keep out of sight of the myriad night owls, and I finally shut the front door with a relieved sigh, but I stiffen immediately when I feel my father's discordant energy. What in the-

He should be asleep. His energy affects the pack and if he does not do something about it, he'll end up waking the entire Olive pack. The spell wears off as I make my way towards their room.

Avril, my gamma pops his head out of their room and sighs in relief when he sees me.

"I thought it was you." He says, hurrying out.

"What are you doing here?" I ask.

He scents me and his nose wrinkles. Unlike me, my gamma has gone through his Shifting.

"What the fuck? Who left his mark all over you?"

"His mark?" I say, immediately wiping at my neck. He didn't mark me.

Avril studies me and I wish he would not get that knowing look in his eyes.

"Did you have sex?" He asks in a furious whisper.

"Where is Dad?" I try to change the subject.

"Vekra. You can't meet him like this. The male's scent... let's just say there's no way I'm touching you till it has worn off. I like my head right where it is."

I scowl.

"You're overreacting." I say, getting nervous.

"I'm not. Here."

He cloaks me again and my nose wrinkles at using the second spell in so many hours.

"I can't believe you are this reckless. So close to your Shifting too. You are promised to another after your Shifting."

"Tell me something I don't know." I say bitterly.

"There's trouble." He says, and not for the first time I note the pale pallor of his skin.

"What is it?" I ask, my stomach turning. I can't think of anything bad enough to have unsettled my father like that.

"Don't overreact... but your mother-"

I do overreact. I push past him and run for the door, shoving it in.

My mum is on the bed, looking asleep if not for my father's worried stance beside her bed as he holds her hands.

"Mother!" I hurry forward. "What happened to her?"

My father's appearance shocks me. He looks like he lost a massive amount of weight in only so many hours.

"What's going on?" I ask in a horrified whisper.

"Vekra." He says, looking at me with red-rimmed eyes. He kisses her hand before coming to me.

"Father..." I can't take my eyes off her still form. She can't be dead, can she? My heart pounds with the horrible thought.

He takes my hand in his.

"Look at me sweet girl, you have to look after your mother, okay? Just for a little while."

"Why? Where are you going? What's wrong with her?" I ask, hating this new development. Both of my parents were fine only a few hours ago!

"You'll know all in time." He says and kisses my brow. "For now, I just need you to keep a close eye on her okay? I'll be back."

All of my frustrations reach a peak. It's too much, from Alpha Zaden to my mother suddenly sick.

"I can't." I say, shaking my head. I don't want to, I want to go to bed and wake up tomorrow to find that this night has only been a fantastical dream. "I can't do it, don't leave me."

"Vekra." He uses his alpha voice and I stiffen, effectively under his control. "You are my daughter, the daughter of the Alpha of Olive pack. You can do anything you set your mind to."

"Take care of her, and work with Rollen to calm the pack. I'll be back." He says.

"Yes Father." I whisper, hanging onto his every word.

"And Avril, you must always stay by her side and support her."

"Yes Alpha." He says.

Tears sting the back of my eye but I dare not let it drop. Why does this sound like goodbye? How am I supposed to take care of Mother if I don't know what is wrong with her?

He kisses her forehead for one long moment, then seeming to make his mind about something, he straightens.

"Father." He stops at the door, looking back at me with haunted eyes.

"Will Mother die?" I ask. I need to know.

"Not if I can do something about it." He says.

I know it is the last he will say and I rush to the window and watch him go with silent steps. I wish Merry, his gamma was here, she could have stopped him for sure. But she's far away on business as usual.

"Avril, tell me everything." I say, spinning around and he drops heavily into a seat.

I pace when he finishes, he knows just as much as I do, nothing.

"Want to tell me what happened tonight?" He asks me.

Immediately, I remember our fingers entwined, soft breaths and moans, his cock pushing into me and I groan.

"Don't even ask." I say. "You can't tell anyone." I say.

He looks offended. "I'm not a fool." He says.

With our Alpha destabilised and our Luna unconscious, the pack is in a precarious position right now. My betrothed must not catch wind that I slept with another male so close to my Shifting. They have held back their wrath on our pack for years because of the betrothal and if it's called off now, we're doomed.

My actions have caught up with me faster than I thought. I knew it, I knew I would regret it all.