Ryan
"I am so sorry, Franciscka, my love."
My fingers brushed across the frame, following the shape of her face like I was scared I'd forget it. The curve of her lips, the spark in her eyes that no picture could ever truly capture.
I missed her every single fucking day I woke up and she wasn't there.
She had been my everything.
And I had to keep drilling that into my head like a fucking mantra, because sometimes it slipped.
Sometimes I caught myself forgetting the sound of her laugh, the warmth of her hands, the way she'd pull me back when I got too far inside my own darkness.
I hated myself for slipping.
I couldn't believe I was starting to feel something for that breeder. That girl with her wide eyes that looked at me like I was more than I am.
No. All of this has to end now.
I swore no one would ever take Franciscka's place in my heart. I wasn't about to start now. Especially not with her.
She was just a breeder.
Franciscka was the only woman I would ever love, and nothing about that would ever change. Zaya meant nothing.
The only reason she was here was to give me an heir. That was all she'd ever be.
And yet, I had seen the way she looked at me when her sister clung to my arm. That flash in her eyes. Jealousy.
She shouldn't feel that. She had no right. Because if she did, it meant she thought there was something between us. And I couldn't allow that.
I left the room, and as if fate wanted to test me. I ran straight into Zaya's sister. She'd claimed she wanted to stay an extra day because she missed Zaya too much.
Bullshit.
But looking at her standing there, I couldn't ignore what I saw.
Her nightgown clung to her body, her breasts barely contained, ready to spill out with the smallest move. The hem was short, far too short, flashing the smooth skin of her thighs every time she shifted.
I was just a man with needs. And my cock hardened instantly, straining against my trousers.
"Hey," I said.
She turned slowly, locking eyes with mine, her lips curling in a way that told me she knew exactly what she was doing.
"I'm sorry," she said, her tone dripping with fake sweetness.
I shook my head, licking my lips. "There's no problem."
"Can I help you with something?" she asked, soft and teasing, like she wanted me to say yes.
I didn't bother answering. I closed the distance, my hands locking onto her hips, pulling her tight against me.
"Maybe you can," I murmured against her ear, my lips brushing her skin. She shivered, her body reacting immediately.
I knew I had her.
My fingers slid down, finding the hem of her nightgown, lifting it slowly, exposing more and more of her thighs.
"Fuck, Alpha Ryan," she moaned when I pressed my fingers between her legs. She was already wet. Heat radiated from her pussy, and I smirked, working her harder, making her moan loud enough to echo through the corridor.
"I want you to kneel for me, Chloe," I ordered, my voice rough with lust.
Her eyes flicked up at me, dazed, before she dropped to her knees. Her hands were quick, fumbling at my belt until she freed me.
"Fuck, Alpha Ryan," she gasped, eyes widening as she looked at me.
I smirked, wrapping my fingers in her hair as I pulled her closer. Her lips parted, wrapping around me, her tongue swirling the tip before she took me deeper into her mouth.
A groan tore out of me as her head bobbed, her tongue sliding against me, wet and relentless. My grip tightened in her hair, holding her as I thrust deeper into her throat.
"Fuck, Chloe, I'm going to cum," I groaned, my voice rough and strained.
She moaned around me, sucking harder, until I couldn't hold back.
My release spilled into her mouth, and I groaned, my whole body shuddering with the force of it.
I held her there, still gripping her hair, making sure she swallowed every drop. When she finally pulled back, she licked her lips, smiling up at me like she was proud of herself.
"Damn," she breathed, pushing to her feet and reaching for my shirt, tugging it off.
I smirked, tugging her nightgown down until it pooled at her feet.
"I want you, Alpha Ryan," she moaned, her hands sliding my trousers lower.
I groaned, gripping her hips and lifting her without effort. Her legs locked around my waist, her chest pressing into mine.
"Fuck, Chloe," I growled as I pushed into her, her pussy tight and hot around me.
She moaned loud, nails digging into my shoulders as I drove into her, fucking her against the wall. Her body shook with every thrust, her cries spilling out raw and needy.
"Ahh… I—I'm going to cum," she gasped, breathless, her body clenching around me.
I groaned, slamming into her harder, until she broke apart, trembling, cumming around me.
Her release dragged me under with her, my climax tearing through me as I filled her.
She tried to kiss me, her mouth searching for mine, but I turned my head away.
It was just sex. Nothing more.
Then footsteps sounded down the hall, and we broke apart instantly.
"Shit, Zaya, I'm so sorry," Chloe whispered, her eyes wide with fake remorse.
I cursed, pulling my clothes back on as fast as I could.
I had wanted this, but I hadn't wanted her to see. Not like this. Not with tears brimming in her eyes.
I forced a smirk, masking everything else clawing at me. "Can we help you with anything?"
She froze, pain written across her face, her voice shaky.
"Um… I'll just give you both s-space," she stammered, her words stumbling.
"Wait—" Chloe started, but Zaya was already gone, her footsteps fading down the hall.
"Get the fuck out of my sight," I snapped.
Chloe blinked, stunned. "But—"
"You are nothing to me. Don't think you're special just because I fucked you in the hallway like the cheap whore you are."
Her face changed in front of me. Whatever softness had been there vanished. She shut herself off and gave a short nod.
"You are a monster."