The Alphas prize

His hand continued to make its way down my body, all the way to the seam of my pants. Cain traced his fingers along the waistband of my pants, ever so gently, teasing and toying with my hot, sensitive skin.

Cain then reached under my pants and glided his fingers along the seam of my underwear, causing me to tremble and squeeze my thighs together. Next, he rubbed my hot, soaking core over top of my underwear with his index finger. The friction made everything more intense; my pussy was throbbing, swollen and aching for more. My juices were soaking through my underwear, which made him groan with approval upon feeling the thin fabric that separated his hand from my folds.

He continued to rub circles on my clit, which was becoming agonizing now. Still, even through my lust-filled haze, something in the back of my mind was telling me to stop this, as I haven’t entirely accepted Cain as my mate yet, but there was also a voice telling me to continue, to accept my fate with him. I didn’t know whether to stop or to keep going.

My mind was becoming a blur; I was becoming lost in this moment with him; it felt so right, yet so wrong. What the fuck do I do?

Cain’s fingers slipped under the fabric of my underwear, and he slid them along my wet, pulsating folds, pushing two fingers inside of me. “Holy shit, Freja, your so fucking wet.” He groaned, his low, deep voice reverberating throughout my body and sending shivers down my spine. He picked up his pace, pumping into me even faster, his kisses now intoxicating, and my moans filled the room. Then, just as I was about to cum, we heard a bang come from the hallway, causing us both to freeze.

“What was that?” I asked him.

His eyes were intently locked on the door as he shook his head. “I don’t know. Stay here.”

He removed his hand from my pants, got off me and strode towards the door. Cain flung the door open and stepped out, disappearing into the dark hallway.

I stood up from the carpet, feeling a little ashamed of myself but happy with our conversation and heated moment. For those few moments, Cain made me feel good. I raised a hand to my lips, rubbing the swollen flesh and smiled at how good he made my body feel.

A moment later, Cain came back into the room. “There is no one out there; I’m not sure what that was.”

I pursed my lips. “Well, we should be getting back to bed anyways.” I quickly said as the moment we were just sharing was now ruined.

He rubbed the back of his neck with his hand. “Yea, you are probably right. Come on, let’s go.”

Cain reached out his hand to me, gesturing for me to take it. I smiled and willing held his hand in mine. I didn’t know how to feel when he held my hand, it felt foreign, and I wanted to let go, but I also didn’t, as it felt right.

We walked down the hall and to our room. As we entered, Cain closed and locked the door behind us before the both of us climbed into bed; he actually flopped. We both lay there, the silence consuming us both. So, I rolled over, facing away from him.

I felt him shifting his weight on the bed “Goodnight, Freja, I had fun earlier.” I could practically hear the smirk on his face.

I rolled my eyes. “Goodnight, Cain.” I simply said.

As the night continued, Cain had fallen asleep relatively quickly and was snoring loud enough to wake the damn dead. But, on the other hand, I couldn’t sleep if my life depended on it; there was too much going through my mind between the nightmares and Cain.

Earlier, the way he made me feel, the way I felt for him. I didn’t know what to think about any of it. I didn’t know how to deal with this, as I’d never felt this way about someone before. I felt safe with him, comfortable, wanted, no, needed and cherished. Is it possible that he is my mate? That I am destined to be with him?

Trying to clear my mind, I got out of bed to go to the bathroom. I peeked out of the balcony curtains and noticed that the sun was coming up. Great!

I went into the bathroom and splashed some water on my face. I stared in the mirror at myself, unsure who I was anymore or what my future held. I always believed that I was fated to be with Erik, to one day have a family with him and help in protecting our pack. However, that future was no more. So, what is my destiny?

did they feel so real? Am I going to die? Then, I remembered Calyx talking about Cain’s enemies. So, many more thoughts were consuming my mind now. I splashed more water on my face and decided to sneak around,

fast asleep. I opened the bedroom door and walked out into the hall, leaving the door open just a bit. As I walked along the empty

jawline and high cheekbones. The man seemed to resemble

was surprised that it was unlocked. I stepped inside just a bit, and a small amount of light protruded from the room, just enough for me to

large fireplace, chairs and small sofas all around. There were also paintings throughout the room, two in particular that caught my eye. Two very large paintings hung above the fireplace, one of a man and the other of a woman. I stood there inspecting the paintings; the man looked familiar, almost resembling Cain. But I didn’t recognize the woman in the other painting. However, she was gorgeous and appeared so graceful and confident, something I envied. But, on the other

continued to stare when I heard the door creak open. I whipped around to find Calyx standing

are you doing in here?” He questioned in

snooping around and found this beautiful place.” I said, gesturing around

shouldn’t be snooping around, especially by yourself.” He attempted

off. “Yea, yea. Who are these people?” I pointed towards the portraits

my father, Langston. They died a few years ago during a battle with another pack.” He stood there for a moment, staring longingly at the painting of his mother; a look of sorrow

him and the paintings. “Oh, I’m sorry to hear that. What were they like? If you don’t

between. But, my father was the complete opposite; he was powerful, strong and an all-around asshole.” Calyx stared at the painting of his father, and his lip began to twitch into

and the hurt in his eyes.

back at

family members; they mean everything to me,” I said truthfully; just thinking of them

“I’m sorry you were taken

what are you

room is next door; I heard noises, so I got up to see what it

knowing someone

reading by the fire. She would get lost and

hand on his shoulder to comfort him and gave him

deep, angry voice came from behind us as I was about to

he appears cranky; what else is

me and came in to see what it was. Then I asked him about the portraits; he was just kindly telling me about your parents.” I told him the truth, knowing we had nothing to hide.

there quietly, looking back and forth between Calyx

a moment of awkward silence, Calyx cleared his throat. “Well, I’m going back to

hot on his heels, but judging by the look on Cain’s

come you are awake?”

rubbed the nape of his neck. “I rolled over and realized you weren’t there, so I came looking for you.” Although the expression on his face told me he was a bit embarrassed to admit that to me, I smiled

I see. This is a beautiful room.” I looked around the

shouldn’t be running around here at night by yourself, and yes, it was.” His expression turned neutral with his last words.

“Yea, yea, I already know, and I don’t really care. So what

love nothing more than to burn it to the ground; it holds nothing but painful memories.” Cain looked at the painting of his mother. “It was her room, she cherished it and everything in here, now it’s just……empty.” Cain’s words held