Chapter 131 A Naughty Alpha

• ​“N-no… no, s-stop… the door,” Elara gasped, her hands trembling as she tried to wedge some space between her and the Alpha. He remained pinned over her, his lips trailing fire against her jawline.
• ​“They can wait… unless they have a death wish,” he vibrated against her skin. His palm slid down the curve of her belly, the heat of his touch lingering there before dragging slowly toward her inner thigh.
• ​“Could be an emergency,” she managed to choke out, her back arching as he nipped at her skin playfully. Elara blinked in surprise at his sudden shift; the usually Stoic Alpha was behaving like a mischievous, prowling kitten.