ELEANOR’S POV I drifted my eyes apart. My head was banging so severely, and I immediately knew it had to be an aftermath of the alcohol. The hangover. It was the most terrible part of consuming alcohol. My blurry vision was getting more precise, and I only saw a strange room. A room different from mine, yet it looked familiar.What was I doing in his room? On his bed? Still, dressed in last night’s cloth?I wondered as I tried hard to think about anything that happened.FUCK ME...PLEASEThe words echoed in my head. Though it sounded like my voice but those were words I could never say. Never! Unless under the influence of...Oh no!Did I do something wrong last night? If yes, then with who? Was it Lucien? Because I can clearly remember exchanging words with him before...before Alpha Cruz came and led me outside...Oh no!I sprung out of bed the second the memories came rushing by. How I had begged him to fuck me. How I had kissed him first. How I moaned so loudly as he thrust inside

. ELEANOR’S POV. I found myself glued to the same spot. My legs are heavy like rocks. My heart slams so hard against my ribcage that it hurts. My whole world flashed before my eyes. You know that moment that your brain screams danger but your legs won't budge. This is that moment. Right now, I could sense something fishy cooking in the air. I knew I needed to run. I needed to get out of here as fast as I could. But I couldn't. Even when these covered wolves launched towards me with weapons in their hands, shining axes. I felt sweat break across my face. My heart threatened to jump out of my throat. They looked like them. Like the raiders that burnt my home. Killed my people. They looked like those monsters. I could still hear their laughter in my head. Suddenly I felt two strong arms grab me by the hands, pulling me up. “Stay behind me, and that's an order.” His deep masculine voice said loudly but they came off as faint to me. The whole time was moving slowly to me. I still

CRUZ’S POV. My fist clenched into that of anger as I listened to her with rapt attention. My blood was boiling hot. I was so pissed that Wolves whom should have had her back had betrayed her in a cruel way instead. No one deserved that. I doubted that anyone did. We had that in common, I guess. Wolves we looked up to became the exact thongs in our flesh. Now that I knew all this, I wished I had caused them both torture the day they came here, the day they had the effrontery to walk into my house. I hated that they caused my bride this much pain. Only I had the right to make her feel this way or any way at all. She was mine, mine alone. To think about it, the thought that another Wolf had touched her before, kissed her before, or thrusted inside her before, made my raging level brim higher. I wanted to be the only one. I didn’t want to believe that the monster once claimed her too. The next I knew was tears streaming down her cheeks. I pulled her close without much thought, and ran

CRUZ’S POV. It has been days, two days to be precise and I couldn’t get her out of my head. I couldn’t get her smile off my head. Her big Blue eyes staring into mine with so much admiration as I devoured her. I couldn’t even get her smell off me. Everywhere I turned it was like she was there, standing, staring at me. It had to be the perfume. It had a smell. A weird yet cool long lasting smell. It smelt like paradise. It smelt like her. I have had wet dreams too because every night, I wanted her to be there right on my bed, or in my arms. Anywhere at all just to satisfy this crazy urge I had. I knew it had to be because I was sex starved for so long. Maybe because I needed more sex to get myself back on track. Or I had to fulfill my sex fantasy. Even as I laid flat on one hand, trying to do some push-ups to clear my mind. My cock kept straining against my short, getting harder and harder with time. “Fuck!” I cussed softly. I stood up to inspect myself and it looked awkward. It wa

CRUZ’S POV. I sat in the back of the car as I waited for her to show up. I had gotten a message from the farmers for another meeting. They wanted us to discuss about everything needed for my inauguration. It was just a week away. The door opened to reveal her stepping into the car. “Good morning.” She mumbled softly. “Good morning.” I responded without looking her way. I had slept off in her arms. It was therapeutic. The sex was heavenly. She let me use most of the toys on her, and the way her body responded, I loved it. My eyes finally trailed her way. She was dressed in a simple turtle necked gown. The former me would have complained but the new me let it slide. The new me! Awkward! I watched her run her palm over the back of her neck about five times. “You good?” I asked, and watched her nod in response. “It’s nothing, just some pain from the neck stuff.” She responded, causing me to chuckle softly. I could remember telling her the names of each toys, only for her to re