Chapter 17 Alpha’s Possession
Noah’s POV
The Eclipse Moon Pack was rarely quiet, even at night. That particular night was no exception, as the sounds of growling wolves echoed through the room.
We were gathered together, shouting and cursing the blind she–wolf who had managed to escape with her life after beating
in combat..
Our pride had been mercilessly crushed by a female, an outcome that was unacceptable to any of us.
Despite our simmering rage, we were compelled to restrain ourselves. Glen had handed down the Alpha’s orders that the woman should not be touched, a directive that we were forced to abide by. To voice our frustration over the humiliation caused by Sibyl would only invite trouble.
In an attempt to soothe our wounded pride, the group resorted to heavy drinking and heated arguments amongst ourselves. However, I was one notable exception to the group’s behavior.
Standing by the window, my predatory gaze followed Sibyl’s movements from Alpha’s office to the clearing, tracking her until her figure disappeared from view,
The way she hurried out of Alpha’s office, her face flushed with emotion, left no doubt that something significant had occurred between them.
My grip on the bottle of wine tightened so forcefully that I wished I could crush it in my hand. But the throbbing pain in my two missing fingers only fueled my growing fury.
“I will cut her tongue… my acidic muttering reached the ears of the group, drawing their attention to me.
“What are you going on about?” someone dared to ask.
My eyes were filled with rage as I spoke, “That bitch can’t just walk away so easily after ripping my fingers off and dislocating
my wrist.”
“Don’t do anything crazy,” one man advised seriously. “Have you forgotten that she’s not someone that we should touch? She’s the Alpha’s possession.
“She’s just the Alpha’s whore!” I snapped, my face distorted with rage. ‘She’s just a fuck toy to him and nothing more! Since when did all of you start being scared of a slut?”
The room fell silent. Reflecting on the situation, Sibyl was merely a she–wolf with a beautiful face that might have caught Alpha’s attention. Her arrival in the pack had certainly surprised everyone, as she was the first woman to set foot in rogue
territory
Of course, that didn’t mean a whore who happened to climb into the bed of a monster had managed to carve out a warm soft place for herself in his heart when said beast had no such heart to speak of to begin with.
Everyone’s faces displayed signs of confusion, and no one dared to voice their doubts. It was mere speculation, in fact what they really wanted to know was the Alpha’s possession, something that they should never even entertain the thought of.
I seethed at their cowardly expressions, “So it seems you’ve all turned into cowards, unlike me.” I smashed the wine bottle on the floor and growled, glancing at my missing fingers. “I won’t allow a woman to walk all over me. I’m not swallowing this humiliation like you lot
Their pride stung sharply at my words as their faces twisted with rage once again.
“What do you intend to do?” one of them asked, their features darkening.
A wicked smile curled my lips once I saw my wolves returning to their original, malevolent selves, the first and last step revenge. “I plan to put the bitch back in her place!
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Chapter 17 Alpha’s Possession
Sibyl’s POV
In the small room I rented in the hostel, the morning sunlight filtered through the window, casting light on the empty bed
strewn with discarded clothes.
In the bathroom, the shower had been running for quite some time, with me standing beneath its steady stream. Despite splashing water on my face repeatedly. I couldn’t shake the memory of Keshton’s bold action when he lickerl
my lips. I touched my lips gingerly, my face flushed and warm. The sensation of his tongue brushing against my cut lingered, as vivid as if it had just happened
In the moment. I had been caught off guard unsure of how to react to the gentle lick. If it had been anyone else, my instinct would have been to lash out, fists flying toward their jaw, perhaps even breaking a few teeth.
Though when it was Keshton, my wolf and body had inexplicably frozen under the intensity of his touch. All I had managed was to push him away and hastily retreat from his office.
Returning to my room at the hostel, sleep had evaded me throughout the night as I wrestled with how to act around him from that point forward.
As I stood under the cold shower, trying to clear my mind, one thing confused me above all else: why had Keshton done it? Had it been a mistake because our lips were close or was it a moment of impulse? Or had it meant something more as he had suggested with his claim of being drawn to wild and experienced women?
None of it made sense to me and I found myself unable to shake off the encounter.
That’s when my wolf Zara spoke, “Could it be because he claims us as his possession?”
As my wolf mentioned it, 1 silently agreed with her. He always referred to me as a possession. So then how could I explain the hardness that I had felt pressing against me for attention. I could not shake off that feeling.
As I began to dress for the day, my gaze fell on the bedside table, where the $1000 lay untouched since the previous night. The memory of Keshton tucking the bills into my bra, his fingers skimming across my cleavage, flashed through my mind causing a slight flush to rise to my cheeks.
I bit my lip, realizing that I had forgotten about the money tucked into my bra during my hasty departure. The thought of returning it meant revisiting that awkward encounter with Keshton. After some deliberation, I decided to stash the money in the bedside drawer.
