CLAIMED BY THE ALPHA WHO REFUSED TO LOSE ME

The door slammed shut behind me. The bucket lay forgotten in the hallway, water still spreading across the floor. Strong hands pinned me against the wall, and the man who had pulled me inside finally broke the kiss long enough to speak.

His voice was rough, almost strained.

“Help me out,” he pleaded. “The wolf inside me needs someone. He’s gone wild.”

I shoved at his chest, heart slamming against my ribs.

“I’m not a slut. Please leave me alone. I will pay” My voice cracked. I meant it. I would have given him every tip I had saved if it meant he would let me go.

He went still for a second. Then he reached into his pocket and pressed something cold and heavy into my palm.

A black card.

Unlimited.

My fingers closed around it before I could stop them. In that single second, everything shifted. With this card I wouldn’t have to worry about making money through my part-time job. I could save for tuition. I could get away from Mia and her mother for good. Freedom suddenly felt close enough to touch.

He must have seen the change in my eyes.

His mouth found my neck, kissing slowly, deliberately. Heat spread under my skin. Without thinking, I tilted my head to give him better access. A low moan rumbled from his chest, vibrating against my throat.

“Humm…”

The sound slipped out of me before I could stop it. My fingers tightened around the black card as his lips dragged higher, right beneath my ear. My heart was racing so hard it hurt.

Almost whispering, I forced the words out against his skin.

“But… I’m a virgin.”

He froze.

For a long second the only sound was our breathing. Then he pulled back just enough to look at me in the dark, eyes sharper than before. Something dangerous and hungry flickered across his face, but when he spoke again his voice was lower, more controlled.

“A virgin,” he repeated, almost to himself. His thumb brushed my cheek. “Then I’ll be careful… even if it kills me.”

He kissed me again slower this time, deeper, but with a restraint that hadn’t been there before. His hands moved with deliberate gentleness as he lifted me and carried me to the large bed in the center of the private room. He laid me down like I might break, then kissed a path from my left breast downward, lingering, sucking the soft skin into his mouth hard enough to leave a mark. His tongue flicked over my nipple before he moved lower, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses across my stomach. When he reached the sensitive spot just above the waistband of my skirt, he nipped sharp, deliberate.

“Uhhhn..!”

The sound tore out of me. My fingers tangled in his hair, gripping roughly as my back arched off the mattress.

He didn’t stop.

He tugged my clothes out of the way with careful but impatient hands, then his mouth was on me hot and relentless. He sucked my clit slowly at first, tongue circling, tasting, drawing soft, wet sounds from between my legs. Every pull of his lips sent sparks up my spine. When my hips started to move on their own, he held me down and sucked harder, alternating between long, deep pulls and quick flicks of his tongue until my thighs trembled around his head. The pleasure built so fast it almost hurt. I cried out again, fingers tightening in his hair, when he slid two fingers inside me while his mouth kept working, stretching me gently, curling against a spot that made stars burst behind my eyes.

Only when I was shaking and soaked did he rise over me.

He pushed inside slowly so slowly it made my breath catch. Thick. Stretching. The pressure burned as he eased the first inch into me, then another. My nails dug into his shoulders.

“It hurts” I whispered.

“I know.” His voice was tight, strained with the effort of holding back. “Breathe for me. I’ve got you.”

He controlled himself so tightly I could feel the tension trembling through his entire body. Every muscle in his arms was locked as he fought the urge to thrust deep and claim me the way his wolf clearly wanted. Inch by careful inch he sank into me, giving my body time to adjust, until he was finally buried all the way inside. The sharp pain throbbed, but underneath it something warmer had already started to build.

He stayed completely still, forehead pressed to mine, letting me get used to the fullness.

Then he began to move.

Deep. Steady. Gentle at first.

The bed creaked softly under us.

When the pain slowly melted into heat and I moaned his name without meaning to, something in him snapped but even then he didn’t lose full control. He thrust harder, deeper, hips rolling with raw strength that still held just enough restraint not to break me. Each stroke drove the air from my lungs. The sound of skin meeting skin filled the dark room. He gripped my thighs, spreading me wider, fucking into me with a desperate intensity that matched the wildness he had spoken about, yet every movement stayed just short of too much.

Pleasure and pressure built until I shattered around him, crying out as the orgasm ripped through me. He followed with a guttural groan, burying himself deep, body trembling above mine as he fought his wolf until the very end.

For a long time afterward, the only sound was our breathing.

I woke the next morning to soft gray light filtering through the curtains.

He was still asleep beside me, one arm thrown across the pillow, face finally relaxed. In the daylight I could see him clearly sharp features, dark hair, the quiet power that clung to him even in rest. Alpha Garcia Gray. The heirless Alpha everyone whispered about.

I moved carefully.

Every muscle ached in ways that reminded me exactly what we had done. I gathered my clothes in silence, dressed with shaking hands, and slipped the black card into my pocket like it was the most valuable thing I had ever held. Which, in a way, it was.

At the door I paused and looked back once.

Then I left.

Outside, the morning air felt colder than usual. My mind raced as I walked. Mia and Margaret would notice I hadn’t come home. They would think I had run away which was exactly what I was planning to do. Why would they even worry? Probably only because of the money they expected after selling me to Mr. Black.

I tightened my grip on the black card in my pocket.

I will never return to that house.

Not for them.

Not for anyone.