Elana.
It was finally the weekend, and now I had a reason to escape from Crescent Moon pack. And also an excuse to see Alex.
Since younger guys didn't work out well for me. To the older men I go.
Efanell and Father are out of the premises for a week, so I have no reason to sneak out now. And today I'll leave earlier than I normally do.
I got done packing my weekend bag and cooked something little to eat before leaving.
It was just 2 pm and so there were people still roaming about. I went to the market to get a few things to stock the house before leaving, in case they returned before me.
As I reached the territory checkpoint, I came across someone I wished to avoid for eternity. Salma.
Salma Grey, my ex-best friend. I pretended not to see her. But, of course, the attention seeker decided to approach me.
"Elana!! Hey, how are you? It's been so long!" She said in excitement. What exactly was she so happy about?
I wish the 'so long' could've lasted an eternity.
I just laughed sarcastically and continued my work. But she held me back.
"Where are you going? Can I come with you?" She asked. Is this girl sick in the head?
At this point, I had enough of her nonsense. "Let go of me now," I ordered, looking down at her hand that held mine.
She slowly let go. "What's wrong, Elana? Are you still angry at me?" She asked.
"If it were you in my shoes. And I ended up mating with your lover who you had planned to marry. Wouldn't you take your hatred for me to the grave?" I asked in a calm tone, but anger was written all over my face.
"No, of course not. You're my best friend and I would've forgiven you instantly," she lied. I've known Salma for so long, that statement is not true.
"Oh please, I'm not your best friend and neither are you mine. A real friend wouldn't date their friend's boyfriend behind their back. And then end up marrying them," I said. Tears were starting to form in my eyes, and I wasn't willing to let her see me weak.
"If you had forgiven me. Then I guess that's what makes us different people. I shall carry my hatred of you to the grave and my next life," I said. I spat right in front of her feet and walked away before she could say anything.
The men at the checkpoint had just watched the drama that had unfolded before them.
Can't even blame them for their inability to mind their business. I would've watched too.
Because of how angry I was, the guards didn't even dare ask about my whereabouts. If not for the hatred my father has for me, I would've had the power to make them lose their jobs.
I stomped past the territory fence and hung my bag on my shoulder. My brows were furrowed due to the anger that had built up in me from seeing that mistake.
I tried to calm myself down and not think about it, so I could enjoy my 20-minute walk to Silver Moon pack.
I tried singing one of the songs mother would sing for Efanell and me when we were sad about something.
Then I remembered how Father would take us to the Pack entertainment center and buy us various gifts and snacks. But that was before when Mum was still with us.
I reached Silver Moon pack faster than I had thought I would. Maybe because my mind wasn't focused on reality but rather on my thoughts.
The guards didn't dare question me again. After what Alex had done to the guard who mocked me.
I made my way up the stairs and to Alex's room. A maid offered to help with my bag, but I declined.
It's just one bag. Moreover, Alex would kill her because no workers are allowed on his floor without permission.
Only the messenger guard and the new maid for his room.
I knocked once on the door and got no answer. I knocked again and a woman who looked to be in her thirties opened the door.
My heart immediately sank into my stomach when I took in her appearance. She had only a leopard print thong and matching bra on and her hair was messy.
She looked like someone who had previously been drunk. "Pack your things and get out. The guards will give you your pay," I heard Alex say from behind her.
I stretched a bit, so I could see him over her tall body. He had only a towel wrapped around his waist and looked like he had just come out of the shower.
So they definitely had sex. I instantly felt like throwing up. Look how excited I was to see this man and only to find out he'd been substituting.
I wanted to cry too, but remembered I was no better than the woman who had just exited the room. He only needed us for the same purpose.
I wanted to turn around and leave. But unfortunately, I too have sexual needs, and he will meet them.
I walked in and sat on the sofa in his room. I dropped my bag beside me and crossed my legs with a blank look on my face.
"What are you doing here, little one?" He asked unbothered as he dried his wet hair with a towel.
"It's the weekend Sir Alex," I said through gritted teeth. Trying hard to suppress my anger.
"And so? I don't need you this weekend. You can return to your pack. And don't return till I summon you," he said, resting on the wall and facing me.
Is this man serious? I understand that he doesn't value me. But at least a little respect when speaking to me.
Now I'm convinced the feelings are one-sided. Because if he had even a little feeling for me, he wouldn't have another woman in his bed.
"I'm not going anywhere," I said, folding my arms and raising my chin, to show I did not feel intimidated.
"This is my pack. I have the right to banish unwanted guests," he said. I stood up and walked over to him.
I took off my small thin-strapped top and folded my arms, pushing my breasts forward in my bra. "I. AM. NOT. GOING. ANYWHERE," I said slower.
"Have you no shame? Another woman had just left my room and we obviously had sex. Elana don't tempt me. Because it wouldn't end well for you," he threatened.
"Well," I started. Reaching out for his member and rubbing it slowly, I felt it get hard under my touch and a smirk grew on my lips. "I'm already used to bad endings, so hit me with your worst."
He remained silent and I laughed in my head. Feels good to see a grown man intimidated by a simple touch.
I looked him in his eyes as I loosened the grip of his towel around his waist. It came off in a swift motion. I engulfed his hard stick with my palms and squeezed it lightly. He flinched.
That was slight payback for sleeping with other women. "Are you sick in the head?" He asked.
"Maybe," I replied as I stroked him. Staring him right in the eyes, I lowered myself slowly till I was on my knees and my head on the same level with his wood.
I stroked the thick meat once more before putting it in my mouth and sucking on the cap. A groan escaped him, and it reminded me of how Maxwell used to groan when I finally mastered the act.
I almost lost the mood after remembering Maxwell. But I chose not to let a sorry werewolf make me miss out on good sex.
I licked the cap, swirling my tongue around it, then pushed his thick meat down my throat. I felt it at the back of my throat as I choked a bit.
After adjusting my mouth to his size, I proceeded to suck on it. Moving my head up and down him as it went in deep and then out.
I repeated the movement over and over. Receiving groans from him as he pulled lightly on my hair.
I enjoyed hearing him groan. But I still had to punish him for what he did. In the middle of the act, I stopped.
I pushed his hand off my head and walked over to the sofa to put on my clothes.
"What are you doing?" he asked, taken aback by my actions. I didn't respond but instead smiled.
"Oh, so you're playing games with me now?" he asked. I turned my back to him and heard his footsteps approach me.
In a swift motion, he bent me over on the sofa and yanked my skirt off. How did he do that?
He yanked my underwear off and pressed my head to the sofa. I gasped, it felt nice.
He rubbed his rock-hard member at my entrance and I moaned. "This will teach you not to toy with an Alpha."