CHAPTER 31: The Wrong Alora
Violet’s POV
Ever since the disappearance of Alora, Alpha Morgan hasn't been the same.
The alpha of the Bloodfang pack, the man who was loved and feared by his pack and all the neighboring clans, now loses sleep and prefers to drown himself in alcohol every night.
He barely touched his food, barely looked at his warriors. I watched him spiral into the shadows of his own mind, and with every passing day, my worry grew, not for him, but for me.
If the pack began to see him as weak, unfit to lead, they could vote him out. Strip him of his title. Hence, my title as Luna of Bloodfang pack could be jeopardized and everything I had worked for would vanish into thin air.
I couldn’t let that happen.
So I called my father.
He instructed me to take action because I was the only person that could save him from himself. His genius plan was to get intimate with him, assuring me that it would not only help the situation, but it would help solidify our failing relationship.
According to my father, Alphas who lost their fated mates, especially those with strong bonds, risked madness. Some went rogue. Others lost their sanity. And Morgan? He was walking that thin, dangerous line.
“Take control of the situation, Violet,” he told me over the phone. If you let him fall, you’ll fall with him. The only way you can bring him back to normal is if you devise a means for him to forget his fated mate. You need to somehow break their bond, even for a few hours".
So, I waited.
When Harry stumbled out of the study with worry etched across his face and told me Morgan was drunk again, I knew it was time. My plan was already in motion. And I would save him, by any means necessary.
I would do anything to secure my place as the Luna of the Bloodfang pack and I would never allow a human to take my place.
I had worked so hard and endured so much to be where I was, and I refused to let some weak little human steal what I had bled for simply because of a stupid mate bond.
So, I did what I had to do.
I laced his drink with a stronger dose of whatever my father had sent over for me, but not enough to harm him, just enough to put him under, deeply enough to let me in.
But when I got into his study, and I saw him sprawled on the floor, moaning that bich’s name, I lost it, and vowed to make him forget about her.
He looked so good, lying in my arms and writhing with want.
He looked very handsome and hot with his bulging fly and his eyes dripping with desire.
Immediately, he felt me and called her name, he pressed his hard body against mine, nearly knocking the air out of me.
I gasped when he hoisted me up and, without a second glance, literally ran with me to Alora’s bedroom.
“Here your scent is stronger” he drawled in that drunk voice, sending shivers down my spine.
I felt repulsed that he remembered her scent and her room, but as soon as he threw me on the bed, and crawled over to me, I lost it.
He hovered on top of me, staring me down with hooded eyes filled with want, his red lips parted slightly.
I reached out and unbuckled his tight jeans to free his bulging erection.
“Touch me” he breathed into my ears. I reached out and touched him over his boxers. His member was hot and throbbing.
I could feel the dampness between my lips dripping.
He began to kiss my neck and at the same time tried to take off my panties. I quickly assisted him to do so while he continued kissing my neck.
“Let me in” he whispered into my ear, his lips grazing my earlobe.
I was his luna, but he had never held me or touched me the way he was doing. Our plan did not involve getting this intimate, but at that moment, I was riding on a high and I would do anything to get him to make love to me.
My body was on fire as Morgan laid on his side, hugged me closer to his chest and nuzzled his face into the back of my neck. Sparks raced down my spine.
Then, before I knew what was happening, his throbbing love muscle was thrust into my wet sheath as he filled me to the brim.
We both moaned with want and our bodies rocked together in sync as he thrusted in and out of me.
He looked into her eyes with intense desire and lust written all over them.
"You're mine," he rasped, his voice filled with dark promise.
I shivered and moaned and was already arching my back to take his massive pulsing core.
I cried out as pleasure exploded through me.
He paused and grunted, then began to thrust in and out of me, slowly at first, before he picked up pace and rammed into me like he was out of control.
“Please” I looked up at him.
As if he understood my unspoken words.
“Yes, come for me” he moaned as he kept thrusting into me. Then the orgasm ripped through me as I came in waves.
“Ah, mine” he moaned and rocked faster before he stiffened. I felt him fill me as he came deep between my legs in a dizzying rush of pure bliss. Then he collapsed on top of me, breathing hard.
I smiled to myself “You’re mine now, mind, body and soul, only, he didn’t know that. At least not yet.
The next morning, I was still curled up naked on Morgan when his eyes opened, and he began to rub my back, not until his eyes met mine, and he shot up in bed like a man waking from a nightmare, throwing me off him in the process. I landed on the floor with a thud like a rag doll.
His eyes grew wide like saucers and his chest rose and fell with ragged breaths. He pushed off the bed violently and saw the bedside lamp toppling and shattering on the floor beside me.
I shrieked as shards of glass pricked my skin.
"What the hell did you do to me?" he growled, his voice hoarse and inhuman.
I could feel his fangs protruding and his claws extending towards me. His eyes had turned to feral slits.
I winced and attempted to stand from the floor. “Morgan, I…”
"Answer me!" he roared, advancing towards me with his fists clenched at his sides, shaking with fury.
“Can't you see I'm bleeding Morgan? I'm your mate for chrissake, this arrangement should not be foreign to mates and…”
“Except we have an agreement, you stupid woman” he growled, holding me by the neck and lifting me from the floor, his eyes still blazing like fire.
I was shaking and tears pooled in my eyes as he dropped my feet on the floor. “You were spiraling! You were drinking yourself to death…”
"So, you drugged me?" he spat, his eyes wild, pupils dilated with rage. "You took advantage of me in her room?" "What kind of monster are you?"
“I didn’t force you!” I snapped. “You wanted me." You touched me, kissed me…don’t pretend you didn’t want it!”
Morgan’s laugh was hollow and mocking. He slammed his hand against the wall, the whole house vibrating with his fury. I could swear everybody in the pack link could feel the negative energy radiating from him.
“I wasn’t with you, Violet. I was dreaming of her…you knew that, and you used it. You used me.”
He yanked his pants off the floor and began pulling them on with jerky, angry movements.
“I did it for us, for the pack! You were losing your mind!”
Morgan’s eyes locked on mine. "You did it for yourself, you disgusting self-centered woman."
I staggered back, his words hitting me hard.
I knew I was a fool for still holding on and I wished she would never make it out alive.
I felt humiliated but I kept going, because I got off on being humiliated. My father taught me how to take all the shit life threw at me with a smile. He turned me into the monster that I had become, and I was not going to let him down.
“I love you, Morgan,” I declared, my voice trembling.
The Alpha scoffed and looked around the room like a mad man. He had a look of utter disgust on his face, like I was filth and we had committed the worst sin. And it was all because of a stupid human.
Then, out of nowhere, a guttural sound ripped from his throat, a raw growl that had Harry and some of the warriors shaking and rushing up to see what was wrong.
He stormed out of the room, half-dressed, half-mad. He punched a hole through a mirror in the hallway, shards raining onto the floor. The sound of crashing glass echoed through the entire pack house.
By the time the guards arrived, the alpha was tearing apart his study, books flying, shelves collapsing, his fury was like a hurricane set loose, destroying everything in its path.
"Get the sage," Harry whispered, panic rising in their voice.
“Now!” another barked.
I watched from the doorway, my nightwear clutched tightly around me.
Tears streamed down my cheeks, not from guilt, but from the bitter realization that I hadn’t won.
Atleast not yet.