Page 12 of Alpha's Exiled Mate

Then I began to move.

Powerful, deep thrusts that had the bed slamming against the wall. Her cries grew louder, her body trembling with overstimulation as I fucked her through the pain and into pleasure.

“That’s it,” I panted against her throat, licking up the salt of the tears on her cheeks. “Take it like a good little bride.”

She sobbed something incoherent, part of it my name, another a reckless moan and I fucked her harder.

“You feel that?” I questioned. “That’s your virginity, gone. You’re mine now. No one else gets to see this. No one else gets to own you.”

Her moans became ragged, her body convulsing around my cock. She was close–so close.

“Come for me,” I ordered, grabbing her jaw to force her gaze on mine. “Look at me when you fall apart. Let me see that pretty little face break for me.”

And she did.

With a scream muffled by my kiss, she shattered around me, her walls pulsing, clenching, dragging my own climax right out of me in a savage groan.

I spilled deep inside her, hips jerking uncontrollably, branding her from the inside out.

When it was over, I collapsed beside her, dragging her to my chest, even as she trembled from the aftershocks.

“Get used to this,” I murmured against her hair, “Because I’m not stopping until you’re swollen with my heir. Until this bed smells like nothing but us.”

Her breath hitched, and I smiled against her skin.

This was only the beginning, my princess.

A sudden urge to protect her surged within me, fierce and unbidden, but I crushed it ruthlessly. I couldn’t afford to be swayed by emotion, not now, not ever.

I turned away, striding to my private bath chamber without a backward glance. Cold water cascaded over me, a sharp contrast to the heat still lingering in my veins. I needed to clear my mind, to refocus on what mattered.

The nobles had scrambled to offer their daughters, desperate to avoid my father’s attention, but he’d chosen the Thornfields—a minor lord too weak to defy a royal command. My reaction to Viossi, this inexplicable pull, was nothing more than physical need, a longing for intimacy I’d suppressed for too long.

She wasn’t special. She couldn’t be.

I glanced down at the curse mark on my waist, a coiling black rune that seemed to pulse with life. It was darker today, its edges sharper, a constant reminder of my dwindling time.

I closed my eyes.

My mother died giving birth to me, a loss that shaped my father’s bitterness. His first wife, Gertrude, a witch-werewolf hybrid, had never forgiven him for choosing his fated mateover her. Consumed by rage, she’d launched a rebellion, rallying disaffected nobles to seize the throne.

“Your son will not live past twenty-five!” She’d screamed, her curse sinking into my blood. The palace mages had softened its blow, extending my deadline to thirty and offering a cruel solution: my own child’s life to break the spell.

Ever since then, fate has been particularly cruel. Four chosen wives, four shattered hopes—every of them died mysteriously shortly after our marriage. The rumors about me grow wilder, and the people don’t need a monster who caused his mother’s death in childbirth and brings death to his wives.

I knew Jackson and his father were behind it, orchestrating murders to tarnish my name and clear his path to the throne. My father, weakened by age, could do little to stop these. The court simmered with tension, nobles aligning themselves for the inevitable power shift.

But I wouldn’t let them win.

Today was the first step in my counterattack. As long as Viossi could give me an heir, I could break the curse and secure my legacy. Thinking of this, I recall her timid voice and tears in bed just now, which makes me restless-

No. Sophia’s departure had taught me to guard my heart. She’d been my refuge, the one person who saw past my title to the man beneath. But she’d chosen another, leaving me to drown in despair. My father’s words still rang in my ears.

Letting emotions rule you is weakness.

You’re the heir—your duty is to break the curse and lead this kingdom.

Even though, I vaguely hoped my four wives would understand me as Sophia did, but none of them ever did. Gradually, I gave up and began to close off my heart.