My Alpha-Born

I lift my eyebrow at the strange request. I am used to women throwing themselves at me, but this girl is offering her virginity.

“Sorry, sweetheart. I don’t fuck children,” I say, amused by the guts she shows.

“I am not a child. I’m eighteen. Today is my birthday.” She doesn’t look away from me, her face as serious as can be.

I turn fully toward her in the chair, studying her more carefully now. “You want me to take your virginity.”

She scans me, showing a flicker of doubt, but it fades quickly. “Yes.”

“Why?” I tilt my head to the side.

She glances over her shoulder and then back at me. “Do you see that man?”

“Yes.” I follow her gaze and recognize Alpha Gregon.

“That’s why.” She steps closer and places her hand on mine. “One, I don’t want to leave with him. Two, before I go home and my father tries to hand me over to some Alpha, he can’t use the fact that I’m a virgin.”

I lean back slightly, watching her carefully. “That’s a hell of a reason to walk up to a stranger.”

“You’re not just a stranger,” she says quietly.

“Oh?” I raise an eyebrow.

“I’ve been watching you.” She shrugs lightly. “Women leave your table smiling. None of them look scared. You don’t drag them away. They go willingly.”

I chuckle softly. “So, your plan is to hand yourself to me instead?”

“My plan,” she corrects firmly, “is to choose for myself. Just once.”

“And you think you’ll just walk away after?” I ask. “First times usually mean something to girls.”

“Not to me.” Her answer comes too quickly.

I narrow my eyes slightly. “That sounds rehearsed.”

She exhales, clearly frustrated. “Fine. Maybe it will mean something. But it won’t mean I want you. It won’t mean I’m yours. It just means I’m not theirs.”

I watch her for a long moment.

“No strings attached,” she continues, softer now. “Hell, I don’t even want to know your name.”

“You don’t want my name?” I ask, amused.

“No,” she says firmly. “Names make things personal. I don’t want personal.”

“So, what do you want?”

She lifts her chin slightly. “A stranger who won’t look at me tomorrow like I belong to him.”

I study her face again, the determination there, the stubborn courage. “And you think I’m that man?”

“I hope so,” she says simply.

“You’re asking me to take something that most girls guard like treasure,” I say slowly. “And you expect me to believe you won’t attach feelings to it.”

She leans closer, her voice low and steady. “Listen to me carefully. When this is over, I walk out the door. You stay. We never have seen each other again.”

“That’s quite a promise.”

“It’s not a promise,” she replies. “It’s a condition.”

I let out a low chuckle. “You’re a bold little thing.”

“I’m desperate,” she corrects.

“And if you regret it tomorrow?”

She shrugs. “Then it’ll be my mistake. But at least it’ll be my choice.”

I look at her for another long moment. “Are you sure about this?” I ask again.

“Absolutely,” she answers without hesitation.

“Please…” she moans as I devour her pussy, her voice trembling with need. “Please, I need more.”

I suck her clit harder, driving two fingers into her virgin cunt with deliberate force. My wolf thrums in my chest, roaring at the fact that she’s given herself so completely, that her surrender is absolute.

Her back arches, her head pressing into the mattress, her hands curling into the covers as she clings to the edge of her climax.

I feel it in the way her body trembles under my mouth, in the way her thighs tighten around my shoulders. Every shiver runs through her and into me, feeding something primal in my chest. My wolf hums with satisfaction as I watch her come apart.

She pants, trying to catch her breath as I straighten from between her legs. Her chest rises and falls quickly, her lips parted. Her eyes drop to my cock and widen.

I give her a slow, knowing smirk. “Now the fun begins.”

I move over her, pushing her gently but firmly up toward the headboard. Her body shifts easily under my hands, smaller than what I’m used to, lighter. The contrast makes something dark and possessive coil inside me.

I position myself between her thighs and spread them wider.

She lets me.

My cock rests against her wet folds, sliding slowly between the slick heat of her skin. Her body is still trembling from her orgasm, and the warmth of her draws a low breath from my chest.

God, she’s warm.

I drag the tip through her wetness, feeling the softness of her, the way her body instinctively reacts even before I enter her.

“Take a deep breath and relax,” I order.

Her blue eyes lock on mine. For a moment she hesitates, but then she obeys, pulling in a slow breath.

I feel the exact moment her body softens beneath me.

That’s when I push forward.

My cock slides into her wet pussy, slow at first, the tight heat wrapping around me inch by inch.

She gasps sharply as I fill her.

“Fuck… you’re so fucking tight,” I growl, my voice rough.

The sensation is overwhelming. Her body grips me like she was made for it, warm, soft, impossibly tight around my shaft.

I push the last few inches in, feeling her stretch around me.

I don’t move yet. I keep my eyes locked on hers.

Those piercing blue eyes stare back at me, wide and glassy. Tears gather in the corners and slide down her temples into the spill of white hair across the pillow.

The sight hits something deeper than I expect. My wolf rumbles low in my chest.

She’s taking all of me.

I stay still, letting her adjust, feeling the way her body slowly loosens around my cock, the tight grip easing as she breathes through it.

Then she exhales.

Her hips relax.

That’s my signal.

I start to move. Slow at first.

The moment I pull back slightly, her walls clamp around me again, tight and reactive, like her body is learning the shape of me.

The sensation sends a sharp pulse of heat up my spine. “Easy,” I murmur, watching every reaction cross her face.

I push forward again, deeper this time, feeling the way her body stretches and then closes around me.

Every movement draws a new sound from her lips.

My wolf growls softly with approval.

“Don’t be greedy,” I tell her, my voice low and steady as I begin to find a rhythm inside her. “I’ll make sure you’re properly fucked before the night ends.”

I move faster this time, deeper, harder, her gasps and moans filling the room, urging me on, pushing me to drive into her with more force.

“Such a tight cunt…” I growl, slamming into her, every thrust deliberate, relentless. “Such an obedient girl.” The words leave me rough and low, half praise, half possession.

Her body reacts to every movement, hips lifting instinctively to meet mine. The tight heat of her grips me again and again, each pulse threatening to drag me over the edge.

“Cum, Little Wolf,” I murmur, my voice rough against the sounds spilling from her lips. “I can feel how close you are.”

Her walls clamp around my cock, making it harder to hold myself back.

She cries out as the climax hits her, her body arching into mine, pressing herself against me as the pleasure rolls through her. I hold her there, moving with her through it, letting her ride the waves until the trembling slowly fades.

Her breathing is ragged, her moans softer now... but I don’t stop.

Instead, I keep moving, steady and deep, feeling the way her body begins to react again, the tension slowly building once more.

The sound she makes tells me everything. Her next climax is already starting to grow.

I pull out, and in one swift movement I turn her onto all fours. She lets out a small moan of protest at the sudden loss, but the sound dies the moment I thrust back into her, filling her again.

“Fuck… Little Wolf… how are you taking my whole cock?” I groan.

I pull out and slam back in, the tight heat of her wrapping around me again and again. I want more of her, every moan, every shiver, every cry, every movement she makes. All of it feeds the fire burning in my chest.

Our bodies slap together with every thrust, the sharp, wet sound echoing through the room. It drives me half mad. Her body rocks with my rhythm, pushed forward with each movement as I pound into her harder.

I grab her hip to steady her and slap her ass.

The crack of skin on skin makes her cry out, the sound thick with pleasure.

“You like being fucked like a slut,” I growl, my voice rough.

“Yes…” she moans, breathless, her body pushing back against me as if asking for more.

The way she tightens around me nearly breaks my control.

“You want me to dump my cum in your tight pussy?” I snarl, fighting to hold on. Her cunt milks my cock with every thrust, dragging dangerously close to the edge.

It takes everything in me to keep going.

Because I’m not done with her.

Not even close.

I want to fuck her the whole night, until her legs shake, until she can barely stand when she walks out of this hotel room.

A shake on my shoulders pulls me out of my dream, the haunting memory of that one night. I slowly open my eyes, blinking against the morning light as it seeps through the curtains.

“Boss… Boss…” Alaric shakes me again, harder this time. “Time to wake up.”

I grunt, half tempted to rip his hands off for dragging me out of that dream. My eyes drift toward the alarm clock on the bedside table.

Too early.

“Coffee.” Alaric pushes a mug into my hand the moment I sit up.

“Thanks,” I growl, taking it and bringing it to my lips.

The bitter heat wakes my body, but my mind is still somewhere else, back in that hotel room, back with white hair spread across a pillow, blue eyes staring up at me.

“Alright,” Alaric says, already pacing the room with a tablet in his hand. “We’ve got a full schedule today. Council meeting at ten, investors at noon, then the border report this afternoon.”

I take another slow sip of coffee.

“…and the lawyers are still waiting on your signature from yesterday,” he continues. “Also, the Alpha from West Ridge confirmed his visit for tomorrow, which means we need...”

My mind drifts again.

White hair. Pale skin. The way she looked at me when she walked out the door.

Alaric keeps talking.

“…and the council is still pushing for that alliance discussion, which you ignored last week. They’re not going to let that go.”

I stare at the coffee in my hands.

Two years. Two damn years and that girl still crawls into my dreams like she never left.

“Boss?” Alaric snaps his fingers once.

I blink, realizing he’s staring at me now. “What?” I mutter.

“You’re not listening,” he says flatly.

“I am.”

“You’re not,” he repeats. “I just listed six things you have to deal with today.”

“Good for you.”

Alaric sighs heavily and rubs his forehead. “You look like hell.”

“Didn’t sleep,” I answer, taking another drink.

“That obvious? You’ve had the same damn look on your face for two years,” Alaric mutters. “Like you’re chasing a ghost.”

I don’t answer.

He studies me for a moment. “Let me guess,” he says slowly. “The girl again.”

My jaw tightens slightly. “That’s none of your business.”

“It becomes my business when my Alpha looks like he’s been dragged through a war every morning,” Alaric replies. “You ever think maybe you should find her?”

I laugh once, short and dry. “Find her?” I repeat.

“You remember her face. Her hair. Something.”

White hair. Blue eyes. Tears sliding into the pillow.

“No name,” I say.

Alaric shrugs. “Still better than nothing.”

I finish the rest of the coffee and set the mug down. “It was one night.”

“Yeah,” Alaric says. “Two years ago.”

“Right.” I stand and walk past him toward the bathroom.

“And you’re still dreaming about her,” he adds quietly.

I don’t answer, ecause I’m not listening anymore.

All I can see is white hair on a pillow and a girl walking out a door without ever telling me her name.