Page 7 of Alpha's Heir

I couldn't get enough of her. The way she moved, the way she felt, it was like she was the embodiment of every desire I'd ever had. My command hung in the air, a challenge and an invitation all at once.

"Show me what you want," I demanded, my voice husky with desire. "Take it."

A wicked grin spread across her face as she accepted my challenge. Slowly, sensually, she began to ride me, her body moving in a way that was nothing short of exquisite. It was a dance of passion, a silent conversation of desire.

I lay back, my hands behind my head as I gripped the headboard, giving her control, letting her take what she craved. Her movements grew more frantic, the urgency building as the intensity of our connection escalated.

I couldn't help but marvel at her. Cora was perfection in motion, and I counted myself lucky to have her as my mate. She was mine, and I was hers, and there was nothing more intoxicating than that.

Gradually, her movements quickened, her body pressing down on me with a force that was almost unbearable. Each thrust, each tantalizing slide, drove me closer to the edge, and I could feel my own climax building, like a storm on the horizon.

Then she cried out, her voice a sweet melody that spurred me on. I could feel her core tightening around me, pulsing in time with her ecstasy, and it was more than I could bear. With a primal groan, I released my grip on the headboard and pulled her close, her chest pressed against mine.

Our lips met in a fierce, hungry kiss as the pleasure crested, washing over me in a tidal wave of sensation. I cried out her name, lost in the bliss of our shared climax, the world narrowing down to just the two of us.

As the last shudders of pleasure coursed through us, I held her close, our bodies entwined, our hearts beating as one. In that moment, I knew there was nothing in the world that could tear us apart. We were bound by love, by passion, and by the unbreakable bond of mates.

Cora slid off me and onto the bed, her body glowing with a post-lovemaking radiance. She looked up at me, her eyes heavy with sleep but still playful.

"And now? Feeling better?" she asked, a sly grin on her lips.

I couldn't help but return her smile. "Feeling perfect," I replied, my voice tinged with contentment.

But even as we lay there, tangled in the aftermath of our passion, my mind couldn't help but drift back to the events of earlier. The attack by the Unseen Pack had shaken me to my core. The wounds on my body were healing, but the scars they left behind ran deeper.

I shifted slightly, the ache in my side a reminder of how close we had come to losing it all. Sarah and Luke, my pack members, my friends, they had nearly paid the price for my carelessness. If Cora hadn't been there to help us, the outcome might have been far worse.

I knew we couldn't afford to underestimate the Unseen Pack. They were a formidable enemy, their shadows concealing dark intentions. The united pack, the fragile alliance between Silverstreak and Onyxfang, was our best chance at standing against them. But would it be enough?

Cora's warm body pressed against mine, her soft breaths soothing the turmoil in my mind. She was my anchor, my solace in times of uncertainty. With her by my side, I felt like we could face anything that came our way.

I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her closer, burying my face in the crook of her neck. The scent of her skin, the steady rhythm of her heartbeat, it all grounded me in the present. It reminded me of what we were fighting for - not just our love, but our future, our family, and our pack.

The first light of dawn crept through the windows, gently bathing our bedroom in a soft, golden glow. Cora lay beside me, her breathing slow and even as she slept. I watched her for a moment, the weight of our love and the future we were building together filling my heart.

But just as I was settling into the warmth of the moment, a persistent knocking at our front door shattered the tranquility. I tensed, instantly alert, my instincts on high alert. Who could be here so early, and why?

Cora stirred beside me, her eyes fluttering open as she groggily mumbled, "What's that?"

I leaned over to kiss her forehead gently. "I'll check. Stay here."

Sliding out of bed, I quickly grabbed a pair of pants and pulled them on. As I made my way downstairs, I couldn't help but feel a sense of foreboding. Dawn wasn't a usual time for unexpected visitors.

When I opened the door, Damian and Winnifred stood on our porch. Their faces were etched with worry, and their expressions were grim.

"Morning," I greeted them, trying to keep my voice steady. "What brings you here so early?"

Damian exchanged a glance with Winnifred before he spoke, his voice low and urgent. "We need to talk. Can we come in?"

I hesitated for a moment, then nodded. "Of course. Come on in."

As they stepped inside, Cora came down the stairs, her robe hastily thrown on. She looked at them with a mix of curiosity and concern. "What's going on?"

Damian and Winnifred exchanged another look, this one more troubled than before. Damian spoke up, his voice tense. "We've seen something strange in the forest, something that shouldn't be possible."

Cora frowned. "What do you mean?"

Winnifred took a deep breath, her eyes haunted. "We saw shadows moving like wolves, Weston. But it's not the forest spirits. It's something else, something unnatural."

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