A few moments ago…… Nicholas's POV "I can't believe he would do that." "Alpha Jason looks to be a responsible leader. It is such a waste" someone murmured nearby, their words barely registering as I felt an insistent pull, an inexplicable urge to find Florence. My thoughts were consumed by the need to see her. Something felt amiss, and a growing concern for her gnawed at me, and at my beast—Berion. "Excuse me," I casually said, trying to hide the concern growing within me. "Is everything okay, Alpha King?" one of them asked. "Yes, I just need to do something," I replied, turning around and walking away from the group. Excusing myself, the council members exchanged curious glances. Navigating through the lively crowd, I searched for Florence, the tension in my nerves mounting with every passing moment. The sea of faces blurred, but there was no sign of her, and my worry deepened. Approaching Layla and Clifford, I didn't waste time asking, "Have any of you seen Flor

Nicholas nodded his thanks to Isaac and Layla. I opened the door wider for him. As soon as he entered, I shut it close and inspected him closely. He seemed unscathed but covered in dry blood. I held his wrist, "Let's get you cleaned—" Nicholas surprised me by pulling me into a tight embrace. He pressed his face into the crook of my neck, his arms tightening around my waist. "His scent was all over you," he gritted, and I felt the heat of anger rising in him, "I should've not killed him that easily and let him die slowly—" I cut him off by hugging him back and leaning my head on his, "It is done, and I am fine. Let's not talk about that filthy man." A few moments of silence permeated the air before he spoke again. "You're not leaving my sight again," he whispered like a promise to himself, "F*ck, I don't know what I will do next if that ever happens again. I might lose my mind or, worse, let my wolf take over and hunt every council member." I began rubbing his back in

Nicholas's hands moved smoothly across my arms. Desire was pounding fiercely in my heart. An ache for him. He wrapped his hands around my small waist and murmured, "Your sweet cunt is mine tonight as punishment for leaving my bedroom." He started to spread my legs wider and draw me closer to him till his pulsating length was at the entrance to my center. "Oh," I say, groaning at the feeling. I simply wanted him to it inside me. He grinned and nuzzled my damp opening with his cock. "You're too impatient." That's how he was playing with me, running his nose over the side of my throat and staring at my body, sliding his finger in all of my body's curves, lines, marks, and moles. "You are mine, only mine," he muttered while brushing his fingers on my long, silky, naked legs. I let out a quiet, long sigh as his fingers were dangerously close to my center. I moaned pleadingly, "Nicholas." He leaned forward and groaned, “Your swollen pussy is driving me crazy, baby” and ran

Florence’s POV I settled into the passenger seat, the car's engine humming to life as we left the others behind. I squirmed in my seat, feeling a little sore after what we just did but I love every second of it. I don't regret a single millisecond of how he left me satisfied. He asked numerous times earlier if I could walk properly and it was hurting too much. But thankfully, our shifter abilities lessen the soreness and we can move fine after a few hours. That’s why shifters do lovemaking a little more frequently than humans. We are built differently. The gentle purr of the engine filled the air, and the passing patrols acknowledged us with nods. It was only 6 in the morning and the surroundings were visibly deserted. “Are you sure you're not that sore?” he asked again, hands planted on the steering wheel. I can't help but giggle, “Yeah, you don’t make me that sore that much” A big fat lie. He is so big I can never get used to his size but I love the feeling of it insi

“What do you mean?” he asked sharply. “Did he ask you to do something like sell your body—” “No, he did not. He's more like manipulating my mind into thinking he's someone I could trust. That's why I did everything he said, followed him like a damn dog,” I explained, shaking my head with a sad smile. “And I was so naive to believe him, but I came to terms with the fact that maybe I just wanted to have someone, to feel valued and important for once. And I thought doing everything he ordered me to would be enough.” Nicholas stared at me, his expression unreadable, his face tense as if he wanted to say something but held himself back. All I said was the truth. I never felt loved by my parents. My father neglected me, and my mother abandoned me. So when Keith told me that he would raise me, I saw him as my only family, and I did everything he ordered me to. I willingly did my best in training and everything. Deep in my heart, I knew I did it because I was afraid of being left and