ZACREUS
"Alpha, the Third Elder has received his punishment and has been sent to recuperate," the First Elder reports.
"But it's unfortunate we cannot track down that traitor Vale," the Second Elder snaps. "He likely fled knowing his crimes were about to be exposed."
I sit slouched on the throne chair, fingers curling around my wine glass. I down the drink in one gulp, the burn doing little to silence the unrest clawing inside me.
"But it's a fortunate thing that his daughter was dealt with in time. To think that that pack defect actually almost fooled all of us and carved her position beside the Alpha—"
"You are dismissed!" My voice comes out sharper than I want it to be.
The Elders immediately exchange panicked glances, thinking that I don't notice it. Then, they curtsy to me and rush out of my room.
Peace returns to the room but the turmoil in my heart persists. As I extend the wine glass in my hand, the maid steps forward to pour some from the jug, only to shiver in the next moment.
"What?" I hiss, as the annoyance creeps in my nerves.
"A-Alpha, the wine is finished. I will bring more."
My gaze trails off to the empty jugs on the tables and floor. Sighing, I wave a hand at her.
After a few seconds, I hear the sound of approaching footsteps.
I make a sound of satisfaction as more wine is poured in my glass, "Hmm, you are efficient."
"Thank you, Alpha."
I scowl at the unfamiliar voice, "Who…" My snarl comes to an abrupt halt when I look up and see the girl standing in front of me.
Morana?
My heart falters for a moment before the face clearly registers into my hazy vision.
No, it's not her!
Morana is way prettier, more delicate, beautiful… This girl doesn't have her striking silver hair that spills past her shoulder like moonlight.
Dissatisfaction swirls inside me when I realize that the girl in front of me has similar features, but it is not her.
"Why are you wearing that?" I growl, standing, when I notice the red dress I once gifted Morana.
She drops to her knees. "I—I'm Julia. Morana's cousin. I only came to apologize on behalf of my family…"
The mere utterance of Morana's name makes my heart twist. My mind becomes full of her, her face, her voice, her actions, her body…
She betrayed me, lied to me… So why the hell do I still ache?
I grab the jug again and down what's left, letting the drink burn through the sickness inside me. If I drink enough, maybe it'll go away.
Maybe I won't keep seeing her in strangers' faces.
"Oh?" My eyes darken. "How exactly do you plan to apologize?"
She doesn't speak. Instead, she lets her dress slip off her shoulders. Her tits push out from the thin fabric.
Julia crawls to me. "You miss her, don't you?" she whispers. "Then use me. If it helps… even a little."
Something inside me snaps. I grab her by the jaw, yanking her up so hard she gasps.
"Strip," I command.
She fumbles to obey, dress falling in a heap around her feet. She then drops to her hands and knees and crawls to me like a bitch in heat.
"Here," I growl, patting the throne chair. "Face down. Ass up."
She scrambles to obey, hips high, legs trembling as she parts them for me.
I unzip my pants and my cock slaps against my stomach, already throbbing.
I press the head against her slick folds and drag it up slowly, watching her squirm."Alpha… please—"
I grab her hips and slam into her mercilessly. Her body jerks forward with the force.
A loud, desperate moan rips out of her.
She cries out. "So big… ah!"
I pound her roughly as her ass bounces against my hips, each thrust making her scream louder. Her pussy sucks me in like it's starving, wet and clenching.
Yanking her head back, I drive into her even harder. She gasps, her eyes rolling back as she struggles to speak…
"What is it?" I give her another deep thrust, making her cry.
Her back arches, her tits bouncing with each stroke. "I'm yours… Take it… Use me—"
I bite her shoulder, hard enough to bruise.
Her walls flutter around my cock and I feel her getting close.
But it's not enough.
It's not Morana.
I spit on her pussy and spread her wider.
She shudders, breath ragged. "Alpha…"
"Zacreus," I growl.
"Z-Zacreus…" She calls me softly, hesitantly and I almost dream of Morana's gentle voice again.
I pull out and flip Julia like a ragdoll, pushing her legs open until she's spread, dripping, exposed beneath me.
She whimpers. I press her knees to her chest and plunge back in, deeper this time, brutal.
She cries out, voice breaking, "Yes! Right there—!"
My thrusts grow animalistic. I don't care if she screams or sobs or begs. I can barely hear her anymore.
Morana. Morana. Morana.
I see her flushed face, her wet lashes, the way she whispered my name when I touched her for the first time, her half-lidded eyes in the woods.
The way she bit her lip when I touched her under her dress, being shy even as her hips bucked up.
My thrusts grow faster, rougher, the throne chair rattling beneath us.
"Fill me," Julia begs, her whole body trembling, "Please… Cum inside me… I want to feel you!"
I growl and slam in deep. Her pussy clamps down like a vice and I lose it.
I grab her throat, pin her down, and cum inside her in thick, violent spurts, shaking with the force of it, filling the condom.
She gasps beneath me, wrecked. "Alpha…"
I say nothing. My breathing's ragged. My muscles tight.
Her body's trembling, twitching under me.
And still, I don't feel better.
Not even close.
I yank out. My cum leaks down her thighs as it spurts from the torn condom.
Julia curls on the chair, dazed and raw.
I breathe heavily, riding the aftershocks as I look at Julia's delicate features that resemble Morana's to some extent.
I pick her up and toss her on the bed, pushing her onto her stomach. She purrs, spreading for me again.
I grab a condom but just as I am about to roll it on—
A sharp pain shoots into my body.
I recoil by the force, gritting my teeth.
Julia makes some needy noises as she rolls on the bed, provocatively parting her legs.
Yet, I barely focus on her as the pain on my body intensifies, it's everywhere, on my neck, on my chest, on my thighs…
A faint golden thread appears around my wrist.
And it takes me a moment to feel it. The realization slams into me, this pain is not my own. It's Morana's.