Chapter 22 The Pull I Couldn’t Silence.

Chapter 22 The Pull I Couldn’t Silence.
Rafael’s POV

That night, after the dinner party Aurora organized to celebrate her return as the new Luna of the pack, I didn’t waste any time lingering around.

The moment dessert was cleared, I stood up.

“Thank you, Aurora,” I said politely, then smirked. “Or should I say Luna Aurora for the lovely dinner?”

She smiled, her arm wrapped comfortably around Alessandro’s.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it. We should catch up sometime, Rafael. There’s a lot we need to talk about.”

“I’m sure,” I replied lightly, then turned to Alessandro.

“Still feels strange seeing you like this.

Married. Alpha of the pack.”

Alessandro chuckled, nodding. “Life surprises you.”

I hummed. “That it does.”

Aurora tilted her head, studying me too closely. “You’re leaving early,” she said. “Let me guess, you’re rushing off to spend the night with some beta?”

She said it teasingly, like she already knew the answer.

“As tempting as that sounds,” I replied calmly, “I’m going to bed alone tonight.”

Silence.

Aurora’s eyes widened. “Wait… did Rafael just say he’s going to bed alone?”

Gabriel burst out laughing. “That’s exactly what he said.”

Alessandro raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard those words come out of your mouth.”

Aurora laughed, still staring at me like I’d just confessed to a crime.

“Can you believe this? Rafael. Alone.”

Alessandro shook his head, smiling. “I’m shocked too, babe. I’ve known my brother my whole life; he doesn’t usually return to his chamber without company.”

Gabriel crossed his arms, smirking. “Something must be wrong.”

I rolled my eyes. “Relax. I’m not dying.”

“Yet,” Gabriel added.

I ignored him.
They could joke all they wanted. They didn’t know what was going on inside me. They didn’t feel the pull in my chest, the constant awareness, or the irritation that followed me everywhere now.

Zara.

Even when I wanted silence, she was there—quiet, stubborn, present.

I turned toward the hall. “Good night.”

As I walked away, I felt it again.

That strange pressure.

Not pain.

Not desire.

Something else.

And for the first time, I wondered if sleeping alone was really my choice…

Or if the bond was already starting to decide for me.



When I got back to my chambers, the room was already spotless.
Too spotless.
The bed was perfectly made. The curtains are drawn just right. Not a thing out of place.
Zara.
She must have come earlier to clean, just like I ordered.
I dropped onto the edge of the bed, exhaustion settling deep into my bones. For a moment, I just sat there, staring at nothing, my mind louder than the room around me.
Then—
A soft knock.
I frowned and lifted my head, eyes fixing on the door.
“Who is it?” I called.
Silence.
I pushed myself up and walked toward the door, irritation creeping in.
“Who’s there?” I asked again, my hand hovering over the handle.
I pulled the door open.
A woman stood there.
She was dressed neatly, dark hair falling over one shoulder, eyes lifted to mine with clear intention.
Confident. Familiar. Definitely not lost.
“Good evening, Alpha’s son,” she said softly.
I frowned. “Who sent you?”
“No one,” she replied, stepping forward before I could stop her. “I came on my own.”
She crossed the threshold, the door closing behind her with a quiet click. The scent of her sweet warmth hit me instantly.
Any other night, I wouldn’t have hesitated.
Any other night, I would’ve smiled, reached for her waist, and let the world fade away.
But tonight…
My chest tightened.
The bond stirred, sharp and warning, like a blade pressed against my ribs.
“I didn’t call for company,” I said coolly.
She looked surprised, then amused. “That’s not what people say about you.”
I turned away, rubbing the back of my neck in frustration. “You should go.”
But then… my eyes betrayed me as I saw her big boobs attracting all the attention.
“After I’d done my duty, I felt that you might want some company for the night.”

My nostrils suddenly detected a new scent in the cologne-heavy room: the soft, sweet smell of the female beta’s perfume.

She stared at me, her eyes like heavy-caliber guns locked on target.

“Alpha Rafael…. Do you want me to leave?”

Hell no!

I shouted in my mind but just stood there, staring at her big boobs.

I shood my head. “No… you can stay…”

She smiled, clearly satisfied with my reply. She entered, and I closed the door behind me, looking at her butt and licking my lips, and swallowed hard and dry.

Then she turned, and without hesitating further, I mashed my mouth against hers. She moaned, grabbed onto my head, and clutched at my hair as I clutched her. We kissed ferociously, then French-kissed. The beta’s round mounds pressed against my chest, her thick tongue squirming around inside my mouth, her tits and tongue knocking the wind right out of me.

“God, I’ve been waiting to do this all week!” She gasped, echoing my thoughts exactly.

Then she caught my slippery sticker between her dazzling white teeth and started sucking on it, blowing tongue like I well knew she
could blow cock.

I grunted my satisfaction and gripped her bum, sliding my sweaty hands up and under her dangerously short skirt and going skin-on-skin with her firm, plump butt cheeks. She didn’t wear pants and so I roughly kneaded her sassy seat cushions, lifting the hot
blooded and bodied babe clear off the ground, as she anxiously sucked on my tongue.

“Let’s see your tits!” I hissed when she’d finally given me back my talking tool.

She glanced up at me and smiled wickedly, her chest heaving and her eyes ablaze.

Then she shoved me back and popped the buttons on her blouse open. She spun around and shimmied the shiny garment off her buff, brown shoulders, teasing me.

The stretched-out top fluttered to the floor, joining my tongue there, as the beta toyed with the twenty-pound-test hooks that barely held her satiny, pink bra together at the back.

“Fuck that!” I growled, grabbing the titted tart’s hot little hands and flinging them aside.

I unhooked her chest protector with the agile fingers of the unabashed tit-man—a man who’d worshiped overblown boobs ever since I started fucking betas

She turned around to face me, arms squeezed together to keep her deep-cupped bra in place, exhibiting enough yawning cleavage to make even the Grand Canyon envious. “These what you’re after?” she giggled, dropping her arms to her sides and her bra to the floor.

Her Ban Ban hung huge and heavy right in front of me, golden-brown globes pressure-capped by protruding, caramel-coated nipples. 

She was a wild child, all right, and she cried out with joy when I grabbed onto her jugs and squeezed.

“Feel up my titties!” she yelped.

I steered the breast-blessed babe further into the room till her bum bumped into a wooden desk that stood against the back wall.

Then I hefted her boobs and bent my head down and licked at her nipples.

“Mmmm!” she groaned, closing her eyes and biting her lip.

I swirled my tongue all around first one stiff, rubbery nipple and then the other, tonguing them even longer and harder, my
hands mauling her massive nans as I did so.

Then I latched my lips onto one of her nipples and sucked on it.
tugged on it, pulled her tit like I expected a warm gush of nourishment any second.

“Suck my titties!” she wailed. She lifted her arms and ran her fingers through her shimmering, night-shaded tresses, thrusting out and abandoning her treasure chest to my loving hands and mouth.

I sucked long and hard on her one tit, scouring the underside of it with my thrashing tongue, biting into its swollen nipple. Then repeated the erotic process with her other burgeoning boob.

Before shoving her jugs together and slashing my tongue back and forth across both of the babe’s wickedly flared nipples at once.

Her body and boobs shuddered in my hands, but I kept right on with the tongue-lashing, desperately feeling up her smooth, superheated tit-flesh. Until at last her eyes popped open and she hissed, “Fuck me!”