Chapter 4

• [Kaelen's POV]
• "Kaelen... please... I need you..." the AI voice whimpered. "Fuck me, Kaelen..."
• I ripped the earbud out and threw it on the desk. My chest heaved. I was breathing hard, like I'd just run ten miles.
• On my phone, the video looped.
• I had paid a tech team a fortune to make it. In the video, a digital ghost with Sia's face wore a sheer black nightgown... the kind I wanted to tear off her body.
• But the high faded fast.
• I looked at the screen, at her fake face, and felt sick. Self-loathing crashed over me.
• Pathetic.
• I was the Summit Alpha. I could have any woman I wanted. Yet here I was, getting off to a fake video of an eighteen-year-old girl.
• Fake. It was all fake.
• I reached out to close the app. Then, my nose flared.
• The scent hit me.
• It was faint, drifting through the crack in the door. But to an Alpha, it was loud.
• Salty sweat. Vanilla. Wild berries. And underneath... the sweet, heavy smell of an aroused female.
• My hand froze.
• Sia heard.
• I didn't feel shame. I felt a jolt of electricity straight to my groin.
• She stood outside my door. She listened to the wet, slapping sounds of my hand. She heard me groan her name.
• What did she think? A dark smirk touched my lips. Did she touch herself? Are her little panties wet right now because of her 'Daddy'?
• The thought made me hard again. Instantly.
• I stood up and moved silently. I followed the scent trail straight to Sia's bedroom.
• I turned the handle. Unlocked. Careless girl.
• Moonlight filled the room. Sia was curled up in the middle of the big bed, buried under the duvet.
• I walked to the edge. My footsteps made no sound.
• "Sia," I whispered.
• She didn't move. She was faking it.
• I could hear her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird. Her breathing was too shallow.
• She was awake. And she was terrified.
• I stood over her, a monster admiring his pet. My eyes traced her shoulder, the curve of her neck where her pulse jumped wildly.
• I reached out. My hand hovered inches above her skin.
• The heat coming off her was intoxicating.
• I imagined grabbing her, pinning her to the mattress, and asking her exactly what she heard. I imagined checking those silk sheets to see if she was as wet as she smelled.
• My erection throbbed against my zipper. A painful ache.
• Not yet, my rational mind warned. She's scared. Take it slow.
• I pulled my hand back, curling my fingers into a fist. Instead, I gently tucked the duvet higher around her shoulder.
• I leaned down, lips right at her ear. I knew she could feel my hot breath.
• "Good night, my mate," I murmured. A low rumble just for her and her wolf.
• She shuddered under the covers.
• Satisfied, I turned and walked out. I needed another ice-cold shower.
• (Vivian's POV)
• 2,00 AM.
• I collapsed onto the cheap plastic chair.
• The pile-up on the interstate was a bloodbath. I had operated for six hours straight. My scrubs were stained, my back was breaking. I just wanted silence.
• Click.
• The lock turned. My head snapped up.
• Leo stood there.
• Twenty-six. Blond hair, hazel eyes, broad shoulders. The hospital's golden boy. But tonight, he wasn't smiling.
• He leaned against the door, crossing his arms. His biceps strained against his blue scrubs.
• "Leo, unlock the door," I sighed. "I need to rest."
• "Rest?" He pushed off the door, restless and angry. "Or do you need to go back to that castle? To him?"
• "Don't start," I warned, standing up. "I'm doing this for Sia's safety."
• "Bullshit," Leo growled. He closed the distance in two strides, backing me up until my hips hit the desk. "You're playing house with Alpha Moneybags."
• "He is my fiancé, Leo!"
• "He's a statue, Vivian! He's cold and old, and he doesn't look at you the way I do."
• Actually, Kaelen was a year younger than me. But before I could speak, Leo's hands grabbed my waist. He hoisted me onto the desk.
• He stepped between my legs. His body heat was impossible to ignore. He smelled like antiseptic and sunshine, so different from Kaelen's dark, heavy scent.
• "Leo, stop..." My protest was weak.
• "Tell me to stop," he challenged, face inches from mine. "Tell me your wolf doesn't want this puppy."
• He didn't wait. He crashed his lips onto mine.
• It was a hungry, desperate kiss. I gasped, and his tongue tangled with mine.
• My hands found his thick, golden hair, pulling him closer.
• I melted.
• Moon Goddess, I was so tired of being strong. For a moment, I just wanted to be wanted.
• Leo's hands roamed over my body. He kneaded my breasts roughly through the scrubs. His other hand slid up my thigh, thumb pressing into my soft flesh.
• His fingers thrust deep into my wetness. He shifted angles, probing me. Slick juices ran down his fingers and dripped onto the floor.
• When he pulled his fingers out, I rocked my hips against the empty air, needy. He yanked down his waistband and gripped his thick, hard shaft.