Page 27 of Alpha’s Fake Marriage

Octavio grasped my hand, guiding it towards his erection. He watched as I touched him tentatively, my eyes searching his face for permission… not that I had ever waited for permission in reality, but it seemed like my dreams were much slower and more intense.

With a nod, he encouraged me to explore further. Slowly, I wrapped my fingers around his length, my breath catching in my throat as I encountered his firmness. Octavio closed his eyes, relishing the feeling of my gentle touch.

His cock twitched in response, his body demanding more contact. As he gently took my hand, he positioned it in a rhythmic motion, allowing me to get the hang of things. I listened intently, watching his eyes for any cues. Tonight, in this dreamscape, it was clearly all about him.

I was determined to make sure he enjoyed every moment of our encounter. Taking his lead, I moved my hand in sync with his rhythm, slowly increasing the pressure as he deepened hisbreaths. The atmosphere in the room became electric, charged with anticipation and desire.

Eventually, everything shifted and our bodies pressed against each other, melding into one another as if we were always meant to be. Octavio held me close, his arms wrapping protectively around me, making me feel safe and cherished as he thrust deep within me. My heart raced, overwhelmed by the passion coursing through my veins.

This was everything that I wanted, everything I didn’t even know I needed, and I loved every moment of it.

But in the midst of the happiness, there was a deep under current of fear. Almost as if that needed a way to manifest itself, Octavio started to lose his shape. He began to dissipate and I soon found him slipping through my fingers like grains of sand. I couldn’t keep hold of him however much I wanted to, and I had to admit that was even scarier than being chased by Damien. The fear and terror I felt was much more raw and visceral.

Now that I had Octavio in my life, I couldn’t lose him, no matter what.

FOURTEEN

OCTAVIO

Ring, ring… Ring, ring… Ring, ring…

The crackle of the phone shattered the quiet of the cabin, jolting me out of my deep, intense thoughts. The meeting with the World Walkers had ended a while ago, but I just needed a quiet moment to myself. I’d had that, until now. With a furrowed brow, I reached for the receiver, a sense of foreboding creeping over me as I lifted it to my ear.

“Hello?” I greeted, my voice laced with a hint of apprehension.

“Octavio, it’s the Patron,” came the gravelly voice on the other end of the line, instantly capturing my full attention.

The Patron was an enigmatic figure, shrouded in mystery and intrigue. Some whispered that he was once a hunter, a remorseful soul seeking redemption for past sins. Others speculated that he was simply a wealthy benefactor with a vested interest in maintaining peace among the wolves of our town. Whatever his true identity, one thing was certain—we relied on him more than ever.

His resources were vast, and his connections extensive. When trouble brewed on the horizon, we turned to him, seeking counsel and assistance. When talking to him over the phonelike this, there was an air of authority, a quiet confidence that instilled a sense of trust in those who sought his guidance.

Despite his formidable reputation, the Patron was a man of few words. He spoke with measured precision, each syllable carrying the weight of wisdom accumulated over a life time. His gaze held a depth of knowledge that seemed to pierce through the façade of any pretense, laying bare the truth beneath.

If he was calling me now, it meant that trouble was brewing.

“I’ve received word that there are men from the Seattle Bratva on the way. They will be in town soon. Keep your eyes peeled and stay vigilant.”

The gravity of his words weighed heavily on me, sending a chill down my spine as I absorbed the implications of his warning. I was right. This was trouble. The trouble that we had been expecting was finally here, and that did not feel good.

“Understood,” I replied, my voice tight with tension. “We’ll be on high alert.”

As I hung up the phone, a sense of unease settled over me like a suffocating blanket. The Bratva’s arrival signaled a shift in the delicate balance of power that governed our town, a potent of darker days ahead.

With a heavy heart, I turned to my pack, knowing we would need to brace ourselves for whatever challenges lay ahead. The tranquility of our mountain sanctuary was about to be shattered, and it was up to us to stand firm in the face of the storm that threatened to engulf us all.

I paced back and forth in the dimly lit cabin, the weight of the Patron’s warning pressing heavily upon me. How did he know about Bratva’s presence in our town? The question gnawed at the edges of my mind, but there was no time to dwell on it now. His mysteries were something I didn’t think we would ever unravel.

With a sense of urgency burning in my chest, I reached for the phone, my fingers trembling slightly as I dialed Irina’s number. Each ring seemed to stretch on for an eternity, my anxiety mounting with every passing moment.

Finally, she answered, her voice a welcome relief in the midst of uncertainty. “Octavio?”

“Irina, it’s me,” I said, trying to keep my tone steady despite the tumult raging within me. “Listen, I need you to be careful. Men from the Seattle Bratva are close, and things could get dangerous.”

There was a brief pause on the other end of the line, the weight of my words sinking in. “Are you serious?” Irina’s voice was tinged with concern, and I could sense the fear lurking beneath the surface. “They’re here? My father will be here soon?”

“Deadly serious,” I replied, my heart hammering in my chest. “I don’t want you to take any unnecessary risks. Stay vigilant, and if anything seems off, don’t hesitate to call for help. I’m going to gather everyone together, then I will come for you. We will make a plan.”

I could hear the tension in Irina’s voice as she assured me that she would be careful, promising to keep an eye out for anything suspicious. With a sense of relief flooding through me, I hung up the phone, grateful for her willingness to heed my warning.

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