Calvin's POV
It's been two months since Kamrynn slipped out of the Pack, leaving behind nothing but a memory and the burn of anger that refuses to die. Every day, I send warriors out to track her, pushing them harder, swearing to find her and bring her back. She can't have gotten far. And when I do find her… she will pay. And I'll have my pup.
But the days grind on with no sign of her. No clues, no trails, just endless emptiness. The frustration gnaws at me, turning everything dark, everything sour. I even snapped at my mother a few days ago, something I've never done before. She looked shocked, and though I muttered an apology, the irritation only simmered hotter. Why am I this angry? Without an outlet, it's like there's this constant fire beneath my skin, just waiting to tear out.
Tonight, I'm done fighting the relentless anger that claws its way through me every waking hour. So, for the first time since Sherelle… I reach for someone else, someone whose face I won't remember, someone who means nothing.
The woman beneath me writhes and moans as I thrust into her, her voice pitched low, her breaths needy and uneven as she drags her nails down my back. "Alpha," she whispers, her tone bordering on a plea, as though it's something sacred. I don't care to remember her name. After tonight, I have no business with her.
"Please… harder, Alpha. Wreck my pussy, want you so deep it hurts. Fuck, it feels so good." Each word is more suggestive than the last, too calculated, almost like she's said it a hundred times.
But the more she pleads, the less I feel. Her skin is soft but her pussy is so loose. Her body is too easy, too eager to please. Proof she's more sexually active than the average person. Goodness knows how many dicks she's taken. It doesn't feel good, doesn't scratch that itch. Already, a part of me is pulling away, wondering why I thought this would help.
With a grunt, I pull out of her, gripping her hips and flipping her over with a roughness that catches her by surprise. I push her down, forcing her onto her hands and knees. Perhaps a different angle will do the trick.
"Stay down," I command, my voice low and hard.
"Yes, Alpha." She presses her face into the sheets, back arching, a silent invitation for whatever I want to take. Her body is willing, submissive, but it only serves to make the emptiness sharper, darker.
I thrust back in, setting a pace that's hard and fast, each slam rougher than the last. Her breath catches, each gasp building into whimpers as she tries to keep up, but nothing cuts through the fog. Nothing registers beyond the movement, the heat, the sound of skin slapping against skin. It's all background noise.
But then… as I close my eyes, the image of Kamrynn flashes across my mind, unbidden and searingly clear. I can't help it-she's suddenly there, beneath me, her face flushed and her eyes dark with unspoken need. I see her hair damp against her skin, her lips parted, her chest rising and falling as I take her to the edge.
My body responds instinctively, quickening as the vision consumes me. I imagine Kamrynn gasping my name, her voice breathy and broken as her nails dig into the sheets, her body arching under mine as she begs, "Fuck me harder… please, Alpha… punish me." The scene feels so real, so vivid that I can almost hear her, almost feel the heat of her skin, her breaths catching against my shoulder.
A low growl escapes my throat, my grip tightening on the woman beneath me, my thrusts turning desperate. My control snaps as the vision of Kamrynn, her breathless pleas, her flushed cheeks, overtakes every thought. Her body, perfect and tight beneath me, pushes me closer and closer, until I feel the pressure building, unstoppable.
"Yes… yes, Kamrynn," I murmur under my breath, her name slipping out just as the climax hits, tearing through me with brutal force, raw and consuming. I spill into the condom, my breathing ragged as I pull out, the aftermath lingering in waves.
The girl beneath me shudders, letting out a soft gasp as her own climax ripples through her, her body trembling. She's still panting when I yank off the condom, tying it off and tossing it into the trash. I drop back onto the bed, my head pounding, the weight of what just happened crashing over me.
Kamrynn. I had to imagine Kamrynn to get off. The realization makes my stomach twist with fury. I sit up abruptly, scowling, and grab the girl's clothes from the floor, throwing them at her.
"Get out," I snap, my voice low and cold.
She startles, clutching her clothes to her chest, her wide eyes filled with confusion. "Alpha, did… did I do something wrong?"
But I don't have the patience to explain shit right now. I grab her by the arm, opening the door and tossing her outside, still fully naked. She falls down but still tries to cover herself with her clothes. I doubt there's really anything to hide. The girl's a whore.
"Leave and don't come in front of me again." I say, my tone leaving no room for argument.
She scrambles up, stumbling as she tries to pull on her clothes, her face flushed with embarrassment. She opens her mouth to say something else, but I'm already slamming the door in her face.
The anger roars back, fiercer than before. I run a hand through my hair, breathing hard, trying to make sense of it. Kamrynn. How the hell did she slip into my mind, take over my thoughts? I don't need her. I don't want her. I don't.
"She's just a worthless little traitor," I growl to myself, pacing the room, trying to shake off the frustration, the tension coiling in my gut. "I was just… pent up, that's all."
But even as I say it, Fenrir's voice rumbles in my mind, low and mocking. "You're lying to yourself, Calvin."
"Stay out of this," I mutter, clenching my fists.
"She's all you think about," he continues, his tone dripping with disdain. "Even now, you're pretending you don't want her, but I can feel it. You're angry because she's gone, because she escaped you."
"That's not it," I insist, jaw tightening. "She's nothing to me. She killed Sherelle-our mate. She's the reason we lost everything."
Fenrir's growl reverberates through my mind, laced with frustration. "And yet, you still miss her."
"Shut up," I snap aloud, my voice echoing in the empty room. The silence that follows feels heavy, suffocating, as Fenrir's words settle over me, his accusation lingering in the air.
I sit on the edge of the bed, staring at the floor, the anger simmering just beneath my skin. Maybe he's right. Maybe some part of me does miss her. But I can't admit that. I won't. She took Sherelle from me, tore apart my life, and for that, she deserves every ounce of punishment I can give.
But as I sit there, alone, the memory of Kamrynn's face, her voice, her body, lingers in my mind, refusing to fade.