Cain’s POV

“T hat’s my Gamma,” I say to Asher while she sniffs Atlas, to his full amusement, knowing exactly what threw her off.

“He smells like a beta,” she admits out loud, confused. “Your pack is so weird. Beta is an Alpha, Gamma is a Beta…”

“Alpha-blooded and beta-blooded,” I correct her.

“Anyway,” she looks at the map and starts her sentence again, “Your Beta can—”

She stops yet again and turns to my Gamma—I swear we’ll never hear this sentence finished!

“I love your tattoos!” she exclaims, ogling the guy, who is indeed covered in ink from his neck to his knuckles. “Can I have a better look?”

He smirks and shoots me a look. I nod, so he takes off his white t-shirt, showing the rest of his black and grey tattoos.

‘She can’t know about the scrolls. Did you find anything?’ I mind-link him in the meantime.

‘No ,’ He shoots back quickly, preoccupied with my wife's reaction to him.

“Oh my Goddess, they are so awesome!” She leans forward and touches his biceps, tracing her finger over an image of a wolf that I drew of his beast likeness. “What a work of art, this is beautiful. What’s your name?”

Something stirs inside me. Why does she want to know his name? She hasn’t asked one person about their name since she got her— especially not my warriors—now she asks him? Is she so attracted to him? Is it the tattoos?

“Just Gamma is fine,” he says, looking at me with a smirk.

Shit. He knows I didn’t like her question. That’s even worse. I won’t stop hearing about it now.

She looks back at me, following his gaze, and furrows her brows. She knows, too. Fuck.

“Do you want to continue?” I ask, only aggravating the situation.

She looks back at the map with a shake of her head. I’m not going to lie, I was taken back when she cut her long hair this morning—but I like it. She looks cute but sexy, and it’s still long enough to grab and hold her in place while she gags on my cock…

“Why were you trying to go there?” Her sudden question to my officers pulls me out of my thoughts.

I look at where she points her slim finger.

Our secret plan. I don’t think their army ever realized we were trying to go there. Not until she saw all our plans just now.

“There’s only a bunch of harmless students there…”

“Access to the University,” I cut her off with a half-lie before she somehow figures it all out.

“Oh, right. I keep forgetting you don’t have schools here, Alpha. When do you want me to start working on that? Your Highness?”

I shrug my shoulders. I’m not sure yet. We survived for centuries without it. It can wait.

“Go back to the map for now,” I order, and she looks at it again.

“Wait, that’s not you?” She points to the far north where the Unwanted live .

“That’s where Rogue Kingdom ends,” Officer Marcus shows her our northern border, the line toward southeast from the region she asked about.

“So, who’s attacking us there? I mean, my former Kingdom,” she asks skeptically.

“The same people who attack us here,” Marcus shows her the same line again.

She looks up at me with crossed arms, her black shirt caught between her perky breasts. It’s hard not to stare, so I do stare. “Alpha?”

I slowly raise my eyes to her face, but her full lips are no better at keeping my cock in my pants.

“People are fleeing over there when my father doesn’t accept them into our Kingdom.”

“What do you mean by… why are you using the present tense, your Highness?”

“Well, we can’t adopt every rogue scam you send our way, can we?” I ask, and some of my officers laugh.

“But we haven’t sent anyone new in years now. We have a rehabilitation program that helps people find legal jobs. We’ve built prisons over there and…”

She cuts off again, staring at the map, her finger pointing to one of the locations—the longer she looks, the more uncomfortable she gets.

I know that as a general—and the king’s favorite daughter—she knows everything about their kingdom. And I mean everything. About defense, high and low points, and all the plans and dreams. Her mere presence here shows how desperate her father was.

“I can see you just realized you’re a liability to your previous Kingdom here, right?” I laugh.

She’s not sharing my amusement. I don’t blame her. According to all good unwritten army rules, she should kill herself before she starts sharing all her general-level knowledge .

But she can’t do that either if she wants our peace agreement to work.

She crosses her arms again, and I do all I can to not lower my gaze.

I don’t know how she can work with all these huge guys around her all the time without being distracted. On the other hand, my Beta manages that too and I know he’s a fan of good dick.

Either way, I can’t stop thinking about fucking her when I look at her, so she better find a different passion to pursue.

“Are you telling me there is a pack of actual rogues out there that were bad enough not to be wanted, even by you? Alpha.” She sounds angry.

And sexy.

I shrug my shoulders again. “To be honest, we all thought they wouldn’t survive without a pack, or any infrastructure in that harsh mountain climate—without normal humans around to help with development.”

She groans loudly at my comment, and I slowly lose patience with her brattiness.

“Yeah, because that worked so well last time!” she shouts at me, and I immediately stand up.

I won’t have this insubordination in front of everyone. I allowed her far too much yesterday evening.

“Blowjob, now,” I point my finger down in front of me.

“Are you even able to get hard when I’m making you so mad, Alpha?”

I’ve been hard since I saw her tight ass in those black pants this morning, no amount of mouthing back will change that. Especially when she wears that collar that practically screams, she’s owned by me. But she doesn’t need to know any of that.

“That’s your problem to solve, wolf-girl.”

“Fine!” She pushes herself from the map table and comes to me with an annoyed look .

I’m surprised she kneels before me of her own free will without any Alpha command. Is she even aware that I never used it?

I tangle my hand in her hair, checking out my previous theory. Oh yes, I can hold and guide her like this. She looks up at me under her eyelashes and tugs at the zipper of my leather pants. Someone chuckles, but I don’t care who enjoys our little show. I can’t stop staring at her beautiful, angry face.

She frees my throbbing erection, not breaking our eye contact—I know I’ll come undone too quickly when she envelops my cock with her tongue and mouth like she did yesterday evening. She made me feel like a teenager, who can’t last long enough, when his big crush finally lets him fuck her.

“Everybody out,” I command while she wraps her hand around me and starts to stroke it. I can already tell I won’t last long today, either.

As soon as the doors close behind my tattooed Gamma—who was the last to leave—she lets go of my dick and tries to get up.

Does she really think she can escape it again?

“Uh-uh,” I yank her closer by her strawberry hair, “Do it.”

I don’t pull her more, stuff her myself, or use any alpha command for that matter. No. She has to do it on her own. I’ll wait.

I wait, looking down at her. Either for her to cave in or to ask me to let go of her hair. She looks at my cock, and I swear I start leaking precum just from her gaze.

“You are lucky you look so hot all the time,” she says, finally wrapping her warm hand around it again.

Her gorgeous eyes shoot up to mine, and without breaking eye contact, she starts licking me like a lollipop. Oh God, she’s the hot one.

She takes my tip into her warm mouth and closes her eyes. I moan with pleasure. I can feel her start to enjoy herself while taking it deeper and deeper—sucking, licking, and God knows what else she’s doing to my throbbing cock. There’s some raw talent there .

I wonder if she did that to her mate, too. I hope so, so he knows what he lost. It feels so great to take what was supposed to be his perfect true mate, perfect Luna, and make her all mine and filthy… I tug her hair harder.

I close my eyes, leaning back on my desk, holding her head, and guiding her up and down on my cock. She starts to get sloppy—I enjoy it even more.

“I’m coming.” It takes everything in me to let go of her hair so she can decide what she wants to do, but I make myself hold the edge of my desk instead.

She takes me even deeper, tears running down her cheeks. She holds my tightening balls with one hand, the other pulling me to her by the back of my thigh—I can’t help but finish right there at the back of her tongue while she’s sucking hard and relentlessly.

I withstood longer than I thought I would. I open my eyes while she swallows all my seed.

She releases my still-hard cock with the last suck and a loud pop, looks up at me, and wipes the corner of her mouth with her thumb.

She’s so sexy…

“I hope you enjoyed it because it was the last time I did that. Alpha.”

What? Why? I know she must have liked that!

“You’re kidding, right?” I ask and pull her up to me. She tries to escape, but I wrap my arms around her and wait for her to calm down. “You liked doing it to me. Admit it.”

She rolls her eyes.

I lean down to kiss her, and she seems surprised.

“What’s wrong?” I ask an inch away.

“I just… are you sure you want to kiss me?”

I chuckle at her innocence and lick her salty lips.

“I don’t mind. Really, I don’t.” I kiss her with tongue biting and lip sucking—with all the passion I feel until she’s finally melting in my arms, fully mine.

That’s when I stop and let her go.

She doesn’t want that anymore. She looks up at my eyes, leaning on my body, and holding my shirt like she never wants to let go of me.

I’m doomed.

I can’t stop thinking about how fucking perfect she is. I love everything about her sexy body, her face, and her hair. She’s tall for a girl, but so slim and tiny in my arms. Her moans—both pretend and real—are just killing me, and slowly, I can’t tell which is which anymore. She’s such a strong wolf, yet she doesn’t have a chance against me; and by the look of my alpha warriors today, I’m probably the only man who can make her submit. Mmm, submit. And her bratty character? It only makes me want to dominate her more. I’ll have fun with her. The fact that she cooperates with me like she never minded being made to marry me—yet she’s such a challenge all the time, is just the cherry on top. Even when she’s scared, she’s a challenge. And God, I love her scared.

I slide my hands on her sides, thinking about burying myself in her again, with the sudden realization I don’t mind having only her for the rest of my life.

“Do you want to go on a date?” I ask her, when all I really want is to tie her to the bed and torture her with pleasure for hours.

She steps back a little and looks at me with wide eyes. There it is. Fear. She quickly adjusts her composure and smiles at me, but I already know she’s scared of my true intentions.

Good.

“At the end of the week,” I add, knowing after that blowjob that I won’t hear any refusal from her. “We’ll have busy evenings this week.”

“Why?” She asks, failing at trying not to sound suspicious.

I chuckle and slap her ass.

“Go explore the city. You can take the hot one with you if you are scared of going alone. I don’t mind.”

I won’t need my Gamma here for the rest of the meeting if he hasn’t found the fucking ancient scroll for me yet, anyway.

I’ll let him sweat for that a little bit while he tries not to fuck my wife like I know he wants.

“The hot one?” she asks.

I shoot her an irritated look and dismiss her with my hand.

She dares to roll her eyes at me again.

Good, I love her mad. More fun.

She opens the doors and shouts, “Gamma, let’s go,” knowing exactly who the hot one is.

I fucking knew it.