Defying the Rogue Alpha
Chapter 100: Seething

Chapter 100: Seething

Sarah, unfazed by his anger, planted her hands on her hips and glared at him. "I don’t give a shit right now, Dorian!" she snapped. "You will make me Lucas’s Luna, and you will do it soon!"

Dorian leaned back in his chair, studying her. She was seething, her chest rising and falling as she struggled to rein in her fury. She was dressed like a woman on a mission. A tight black dress clung to her every curve, highlighting the body that she so clearly wanted Lucas to fuck. Her dark hair was curled and swept to one side, exposing the delicate slope of her neck.

She had come here expecting a night in Lucas’s bed, not standing in his house, screaming at him.

"Where is he?" Dorian asked suddenly, setting his drink down and leaning forward.

Sarah crossed her arms. "He left," she said bitterly. "Said he had ’business’ to take care of. And then the damn guards escorted me out after he was gone! Me! I should be sleeping in his bed right now, but no...Ava is gone, and she’s still messing with my life!"

Dorian ran his tongue along his teeth, considering her words. Lucas had abandoned this? She was practically served up on a silver platter, desperate and willing. And yet, he had walked away.

Lucas was up to something.

Dorian’s gaze flickered downward, past Sarah’s furious expression to the deep dip of her neckline. The dress was practically painted onto her, the fabric straining against her ample curves. He imagined she had chosen it for Lucas, a last-ditch effort to remind him of what he was missing.

He stood and stalked toward her.

"I can’t make you Luna," he said. "But I am working on making Ava disappear for good. Just like my son."

Sarah’s lips parted slightly, but before she could speak, Dorian tilted his head, allowing his gaze to trail down the length of her body, drinking in every inch of her.

"My eyes are up here, Dorian," she said dryly.

"Oh, I see them," he murmured, stepping closer, his breath warm against her skin. "But I see other things too."

Sarah exhaled sharply, her body tensing as he reached out, his fingers ghosting over the exposed skin of her thigh. "What do you think you’re doing?"

"I think," he said, dragging a finger up the side of her dress, teasing the soft flesh beneath, "that you came here looking for something Lucas wouldn’t give you. And lucky for you, I’m feeling generous tonight."

Sarah scoffed, but the sound lacked conviction.

"You don’t want it?" Dorian challenged, his lips just inches from her ear. "You’re telling me you don’t feel neglected? That you don’t need this?"

His fingers trailed higher, barely brushing the edge of lace beneath her dress.

"You’ve lost your damn mind," she whispered, but when he kissed the curve of her neck, she didn’t push him away.

Dorian smirked against her skin.

Lucas wasn’t giving her what she needed. He could hear the hesitance in her voice, the way her body betrayed her, pressing ever so slightly into his touch instead of retreating.

His hands slid down her arms before gripping her waist firmly, pulling her flush against him.

He chuckled. "You’re starving for attention."

"Promise me," she demanded. "Promise me that I will be the only woman in Lucas’s life."

Dorian exhaled through his nose, amused. "I can’t promise you Luna," he admitted, his fingers inching under the hem of her dress, "but I can promise that you won’t have to worry about Ava ever again."

Sarah’s breath was shaky now. Her body betrayed her as she leaned into him, her lips parting ever so slightly. Dorian seized the opportunity, his mouth claiming hers in a deep kiss.

She didn’t resist.

Didn’t hesitate. And that was all the confirmation he needed.

In one swift motion, he lifted her onto the couch, his hands sliding up the length of her legs. The flimsy lace of her underwear tore effortlessly in his grip, a sharp gasp escaping her lips.

Sarah tangled her fingers in his hair, pulling him closer, her breath coming in short, desperate pants.

With no further pretense, he pressed her into the cushions, swallowing her moans as he claimed what Lucas had foolishly abandoned.

He pulled her dress top down exposing huge, naked breasts. With every plunge into her, he grunted, kissing, licking and biting her naked mounds until he came in a drunken release.

*****

Dennis sat in the dim glow of the moon, watching the river ripple under the cool night air, but his mind was far from calm. He was confused by Lucas’s actions.

If his brother truly wanted Ava dead, why hadn’t he just taken her? He had clearly found her hiding spot. He had shown up, made his presence known, and then... left?

Dennis’s brows furrowed.

Did Lucas still love her? Was he secretly trying to protect her? Or was this some elaborate game of power and control?

He cursed under his breath, running a hand through his dark hair. What the fuck is going on in that deranged head of his?

And what the hell was going on between Lucas and Dorian?

Dennis sighed, turning his gaze to Ava. She was sitting beside him, staring at the water, her arms wrapped around herself. The moonlight kissed her features, illuminating the worry lines on her forehead. Neither of them had been able to sleep since Lucas’s visit. His presence lingered.

"It’s going to be okay, Ava," Dennis murmured, though he wasn’t sure if he believed it himself.

"I’m not worried about myself, Dennis. I’m worried about the people of this pack." She turned to face him. "Why can’t you do something about it?"

"Doing something about it means going to war with my brother," he said, rubbing his jaw.

Ava didn’t miss a beat. "You’re afraid of him."

Dennis let out a short, sharp laugh. "No," he said simply. "But he is my brother."

Ava rolled her eyes, shaking her head. "Approach the High Council."

Dennis snorted. "How? Lucas has sealed off every escape route. I’d have to..." He stopped mid-sentence as she suddenly turned to him, a slow smirk creeping onto her face.