The room was suffocating. The scent of raw desire and dominance clung to the air, thick and inescapable. Moonlight filtered through the window, casting silver shadows over two figures standing dangerously close.
Zyra's breathing was heavy, ragged—her silver eyes dark with something untamed.
And then, she moved.
Yanking Liora forward and throwing her onto the bed with an unforgiving force. The omega gasped, the sudden shift knocking the breath from her lungs. Before she could react, Zyra was on top of her, pinning her down with a weight that sent shivers crawling up her spine.
But it wasn't just Zyra.
Liora knew Zyra Valdris was gone—at least, the rational part of her. The wolf had taken over, its silver eyes glinting like molten metal in the dimly lit room. This wasn't the cold, calculated Alpha who had spent years despising her. This was an instinct-driven beast, ruled by primal urges and the intoxicating scent of its fated mate.
Zyra buried her face in Liora's neck, inhaling deeply. A deep growl rumbled from her throat, low and dangerous. The warmth of her breath ghosted over Liora's sensitive skin, and then—her canines brushed against the omega's pulse.
Liora froze.
The realization hit her hard. Zyra's wolf wanted to mark her. To claim her.
Her heart pounded against her ribs, her entire body coiled in anticipation. Not from fear—but something more dangerous. More treacherous.
Her own wolf stirred, howling in protest at Liora's hesitation. Take her! Feel her! She's ours! She wants us!
Liora's wolf pushed against her, desperate, eager. She wanted to submit—to let Zyra take what was already fated. But Liora clenched her jaw, fighting her instincts, refusing to give in so easily.
No.
She clenched her teeth, battling the pull, but it was growing harder. The more Zyra touched her, the more she melted. The tension, the heat, the weight of the powerful Alpha pressing against her—it all ignited something forbidden inside her.
Zyra lifted her head, her silver eyes locking onto Liora's lips. Her gaze darkened, an internal struggle flickering within. Even in her wolf state, she held back. She didn't kiss her. She didn't want to hurt her mate with her sharp canines.
Instead, her gaze dropped lower.
Liora swallowed hard as Zyra's heated stare landed on her chest. The way she looked at her, as if she wanted to devour her whole, sent fire straight to Liora's core. It had her dripping.
A warm palm covered her breast, fingers barely skimming over her peak. The touch was light, teasing—a cruel torment that sent a violent shudder through her body.
"Z-Zyra…" Liora's voice was barely a whisper, laced with something she refused to name.
Zyra didn't respond.
Her fingers continued their lazy torment, tracing over the sensitive bud, tugging, rolling, flicking—until Liora's body betrayed her, a strangled moan escaping her lips.
The sound triggered something dark in Zyra. A low growl rumbled in her throat, deep and possessive.
Zyra opened her dress and lowered her head, her mouth latching onto Liora's breast. She sucked deeply, her tongue circling the peak with slow, wet strokes before gently biting down. The sensation shot through Liora like lightning. She almost screamed but bit her lip to hold it in. Zyra kept going—licking, biting, wetting her breast with her mouth as if she couldn't get enough. The assault was merciless, yet sensual, and the pleasure was so overwhelming that Liora's eyes rolled back.
Zyra's hand slid downward, slipping between her thighs. Her fingers found her soaked core and began moving—fast and precise. Each stroke was maddening. She moved faster, harder, relentless.
Zyra's wolf, seeing Liora moan her name again and again, found deep satisfaction. The Alpha paused only long enough to pull Liora's dress completely off and throw it aside. Then she discarded her own clothes too, her bare skin pressing into Liora's.
Their breasts rubbed together—soft friction that sent a gasp from both of them. Zyra moaned Liora's name against her throat.
Liora was in a daze, fully under Zyra's spell. Her mind slipped, her wolf taking over as the pleasure became too much to fight. She arched her back, panting, then reached for Zyra's lips.
Their mouths crashed together.
Liora kissed her like she was starving. Tongues tangled, lips bruising, breath mixing in wild, hungry gasps. Zyra claimed her mouth with raw dominance, groaning as she kissed her deeper—her hand still moving inside her.
Then, without breaking the kiss, Zyra slid down.
She spread Liora's legs wider, her face between her thighs. Her tongue dove into her dripping heat. Liora screamed out—but Zyra quickly slapped a hand over her mouth, muffling her cries as her lips and tongue fucked her pussy with maddening speed. Her other hand gripped Liora's breast, squeezing, rolling, pinching the nipple until the omega trembled.
Zyra shifted them into a new position—their thighs tangling in a perfect scissor. Zyra began to grind their slick cores together, clit against clit—fast, wet, electric. Liora cried out, her voice lost in breathless moans.
"Zyra! Zyra! Ahh… ahh… don't stop, please—"
"I'm not stopping," Zyra growled, her voice dripping with hunger.
She shifted again, rolling on top and pressing her soft breasts against Liora's throbbing core, grinding into her, teasing her with maddening friction.
"Ahh—" Liora gasped, writhing beneath her. Zyra was like a machine, fast, overwhelming, devouring every inch of her.
Liora was so close—just on the edge.
But Zyra stopped.
She sat up, straddling Liora's chest, her pussy dripping and glistening above her. She rubbed her clit on Liora's breasts—wet and desperate, fast and hard—until the pressure exploded.
They both came together with a sharp gasp, bodies trembling, chests heaving.
Zyra collapsed beside her, their bodies slick and tangled in sweat and scent.
"You are just as I had said," Zyra smirked, brushing a lock of hair from Liora's dazed face. "Dirty. Slut."
Liora lay there, chest heaving, skin flushed, soaked in sweat—and shame.
Her mind struggled to catch up with what just happened. Her lips were still tingling from Zyra's kiss, her thighs trembling from the high that had shattered her.
But something else stirred inside her now.
Something darker.
I'm… I'm no better than she said I was.
She turned her head slowly, eyes finding Zyra's calm, satisfied form lying beside her. There was no gentleness in the Alpha's expression. No tenderness. Just smug pride.
Like she'd conquered something.
Tears welled in Liora's eyes—unwanted, hot, and fast. She tried to blink them away, but they rolled down her cheeks, one after the other.
Her voice was barely a whisper.
"I am…"
Zyra tilted her head lazily, silver eyes narrowing in amusement. "You're what?" she purred.
"I am… what you said," Liora choked out. "A slut…"
The word felt like a blade slicing her tongue as it escaped her lips.
Her body had betrayed her. Her wolf had betrayed her. The bond had betrayed her.
Zyra sat up slightly, resting on one elbow, completely unaffected. "Ohh... cat got your tongue now?" Her smirk deepened, cruel and victorious. "Come on, talk back. I dare you."
But Liora didn't speak.
She just stared.
Broken.
Zyra's words stabbed deeper than claws ever could. And the worst part? She looked so pleased with herself—so happy to see Liora shattered beneath her.
Something snapped.
Without thinking, Liora shoved the Alpha with a raw surge of strength, just enough to knock her back.
Zyra didn't stop her.
Liora scrambled off the bed, grabbing her torn clothes from the floor. Her fingers trembled as she yanked them on—backwards, inside-out, she didn't care. Her chest was tight, her breath choking in her throat.
Zyra just lay there. Watching.
Unmoving.
Uncaring.
Liora's eyes burned with fresh tears as she stumbled toward the window. Her wolf howled inside her—grieving, aching, ashamed. But Liora ignored it. She needed to get out. To breathe. To run.
Without a word, she climbed onto the ledge and jumped.
The wind hit her like a slap, the cold air biting her exposed skin as she disappeared into the night.
Zyra remained in bed, silent now, eyes still fixed on the empty space Liora left behind.
And in that silence…
She smiled deviously and picked up a strand of Liora's hair from the bed.