Page 15 of Fated Alpha Protector

Amongst them, is the Alpha. The handsome Alpha. Though the party is outside, he glances up at the balcony.

I quickly duck back, not wanting him to see me. If he does – I’m not sure what will happen.

It’s just my gut instinct talking to me again. Throwing up signs to flag down my attention. What it’s trying to say, I’m not sure. All I know is that it’s not negative.

The vibe is similar to Anastasia’s. But not as warm.

Shrugging off the feeling with a roll of my shoulders, I peek over the railing. The Alpha has joined the rest of his crew and doesn’t look back again.

Sighing with relief, I watch them intently as they shift at the entrance of the woods. Each sprints out into the gaping, shadowy mouth of the forest in their wolf form. The Alpha is the last of them to head out.

By the tone of their howls, I make out that they’re on a hunt.

I guess when Anastasia said dinner, it didn’t include the Alpha.

I only find out that it’s just her and I when I arrive at the dining room with five minutes to spare.

“Mia!” Anastasia arrives almost immediately after my arrival.

I smile when I notice something we share in common despite different lifestyles. She's prompt, like me.

“Hi, Ana,” I greet warmly. I notice her delighted smile by the use of the shortened version of her name.

And just like that, Ana and I chat the night away. She tells me all about her adventures here in Overton, on the mountains and near the valley.

I tell her all about my pack. Pointedly leaving out the part about the abuse I used to face.

But even as I pretend-giggle, I notice Ana watching me wearily. Like she senses something is off.

I know it's her intuition, but I act like it's nothing.

The night draws to an end when Anastasia and I are filled with delicious desserts. She sees me into the guest bedroom and plants a kiss on my cheek.

“Good night, Mia,” she greets warmly. “I'll see you around tomorrow.”

When Ana leaves, I climb into the luxurious bed and turn the lights off. The comfort makes my eyelids heavy, causing me to fall asleep within seconds.

I know I'm dreaming because the light is a luminous glow around the bedroom. And there's heat between my thighs, a sensation I don't recognize.

I look down, eyes traveling my bare belly and ending at the apex of my thighs. There, a tuft of dark hair appears.

He looks up, and it's a face I recognize. One I'd just met.

Alpha Theo.

With his lips swollen and moist with my slick. He smirks, the tip of his tongue swiping his bottom lip.

The act is so simple, yet salacious at the same time. Devilishly so, it ignites a burning desire between my thighs. When my legs threaten to snap shut, he grabs my knees and keeps them parted.

When he latches his tongue on my bundle of nerves, his guttural groan reverberates in my core. Sending more heated sensations coursing through me.

I don't even think to question why it's his face between my legs. I've never been attracted to another man before. And this feels too good to be wrong.

In my dream, my moans escalate, becoming the symphony he follows with his skilled tongue. Like a dance, the tip of his tongue waltzes over my clit. Then dips between my folds and has me craving more friction.

Fists curling the sheets, I'm close to the brink of something unknown. To my utmost dismay, my eyes spring open.

And the dream is lost.

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