Chapter 142 Betrayal

• ​“Mm… what? Haven't you had enough?” Alpha Fenris asked as a smirk crept onto his face. He hovered over her, his large frame shielding her petite form. Elara’s hands cupped the sides of his face, her legs still entangled with his. It was a feeling of total surrender…unexplainable and overwhelming.
• ​“It's morning already,” she whispered, glancing toward the small window. The frantic rhythm of the rain had subsided into a soft patter, and a pale light was beginning to bleed into the room. Fenris frowned, clearly displeased by the arrival of the sun.
• ​“Does it matter?” He arched his brows and rocked his hips slightly. Elara hissed, the sensation of his hard member still buried deep inside her sending a fresh jolt through her nerves. His lips curled upward into a satisfied smirk.