Chapter Three

Chapter Three

Elara stepped out onto the moonlit balcony, her bare legs trembling as the evening breeze swept against her damp lace panties. The air kissed every inch of exposed skin, a cooling contrast to the heat building inside her. Behind her, the door clicked shut, and she knew—without seeing—that the Alpha had followed.

His presence engulfed her like smoke and flame. He didn’t speak at first. He simply stood behind her, close enough that she could feel his body heat brushing her spine. Every breath was a command. Every second, a test.

“I told you,” he said, voice deep and razor-smooth, “to step outside. I didn’t say you could look away.”

Elara’s breath caught in her throat. She turned her head, glancing over her shoulder.

He stood behind her, arms crossed over his chest, the moonlight casting his features in shadow and silver. His eyes—piercing, sharp, and molten with lust—held her in place. He looked like power made flesh.

Elara whimpered. "Alpha... please."

He took a step closer, his fingers brushing the curve of her hip. "Please what? Use your words, little wolf."

“I want you to touch me,” Elara whispered. “I’ve wanted you for moons.”

He leaned in, his lips brushing the shell of her ear. “I know. I’ve seen the way you look at me. At her. But you’re still just a girl with fantasies. Are you ready to live them?”

Elara turned, facing him fully now. Her tank top clung to her like a second skin, nipples peaked and visible. Her voice trembled with need. “I’m ready.”

The Alpha’s smile was slow and lethal. He gestured toward a sleek iron chair on the balcony, angled just so. “Sit. Open your laptop. Look busy.”

Elara blinked, caught off-guard. “I—yes, Alpha.”

She moved quickly, sitting on the chair, her thighs brushing the cool metal. She placed the laptop on her lap as instructed, fingers trembling as she opened it. The screen glowed to life, casting a faint blue sheen over her flushed face. Her heart thundered.

He circled her slowly like a predator, then stood behind her again. “You’re soaked,” he said matter-of-factly. “And you’re out here, in the open. Hidden, but not safe. Every nerve in your body is screaming for me, isn’t it?”

Elara couldn’t speak. She only nodded, her breath catching.

“Touch your pussy,” he ordered softly. “But do not cum. Not unless I say so.”

Elara’s breath hitched. Her fingers moved down, trembling as they slipped beneath the waistband of her panties. She pressed gently against herself, her core pulsing with desperate need. The laptop covered her lap, but the thrill of being so exposed—just beyond the balcony rails, hidden in shadows but still dangerously visible—made her wetter.

She bit her lip to hold back a moan, her other hand clutching the side of the chair. The heat built fast, a wildfire she could barely contain. She wanted to obey. She truly did. But the more she touched, the more her control slipped.

Her thoughts blurred. The wind whispered over her flushed skin. Her eyes fluttered closed. “Alpha…” she whimpered.

He watched her from behind, one hand pressing against the front of his pants. His arousal was sharp, undeniable. The sight of Elara—innocent, eager, trembling as she tried to obey—stoked the hunger inside him like gasoline to fire.

Elara’s breathing hitched again. She was close. Too close. She tried to stop, to pull back, but it was too late.

Her body seized with pleasure, a soft cry escaping her lips. She came hard, her hips arching subtly off the seat, trying to contain the sound of her orgasm.

In her daze, she didn’t hear him move.

Only when her fingers were gently pulled away from her soaked panties did Elara open her eyes.

He was kneeling beside her, his gaze locked on Elara’s trembling hand. Without breaking eye contact, the Alpha brought her fingers to his mouth and slowly licked them clean.

Elara’s heart stopped.

He smiled, slow and wicked. “You disobeyed,” he whispered. “But I think I’ll forgive you.”

Then he rose to his feet, his silver eyes gleaming with dark promise. “That, little wolf… was just your first taste.”