Defying the Rogue Alpha
Chapter 129: Glare

Chapter 129: Glare

Lucas shot him a deadly glare.

Dennis grinned. "Just wanted to savor the moment."

Lucas turned away, muttering under his breath, "Fuck you."

"Love you too, beast," Dennis replied with a grin, walking off with the swagger of a man thoroughly satisfied with himself.

*****

Zoe held the seal in her hand for only a moment before handing it to Dennis. There was no hesitation. No tremble. She passed it like it weighed nothing.

"I never thought it would be this easy to betray the two men who made me who I am," she said. "But then again... they made me strong enough to know when to choose me."

Dennis nodded and stamped the letter Lucas had penned. A warning, not a negotiation.

With the seal pressed into wax, there was no going back.

"What next?" Zoe asked, already squared for the blow.

Dennis looked up, eyes meeting hers with an intensity that could shake mountains. "We train," he said. "We train like our lives depend on it—because they do."

Zoe nodded.

She knew the Alpha King wouldn’t back down. The letter would only fuel his rage, poke the dragon until it breathed fire.

But let him breathe. Let him come.

*****

Ava stood under the steady stream of warm water, letting it cascade over her skin. Steam clouded the glass around her, curling into the corners of the marble-tiled shower. She rested her forehead against the cool wall and exhaled slowly, trying to anchor herself. The calm wasn’t coming.

She felt like she was being pulled in ten different directions by ten invisible leashes—all of them tightening by the second. The High Council’s threats clung to her thoughts. Lucas brushed it off like he always did, too used to war to worry about the weight of words. But Ava? She had learned to take words seriously. Especially when they came from men who had the power to ruin lives with a sentence.

She wasn’t going to just sit back and wait. Not again. She needed the amulet. Now more than ever, Ava needed a way to feel her wolf, to touch her power, to know she wasn’t some fragile symbol everyone needed to protect. She wasn’t porcelain. She was steel. Or at least, she wanted to be.

Her thoughts spun as the door to the bathroom creaked open.

She turned her head, already knowing who it was by the sound of his stupid confident footsteps. "Hey babe..."

His eyes raked down her body with open hunger. He didn’t even pretend to be respectful.

"You’re such a pervert," she muttered.

"Guilty as charged." He already had his shirt off, and with practiced ease, he yanked it over his head and dropped it to the floor.

"Lucas, don’t come in here. I wanted to enjoy this shower all by myself!" she barked, but it was a weak bark—a very unconvincing bark. Her heart betrayed her before her lips even finished forming the protest.

"The Gammas want to throw you a welcome back party," he announced casually, as his pants hit the floor in record time. She had no idea how he undressed so fast. It was like a supernatural talent.

"What? Why?" she squeaked, "Lucas, don’t come in here. I have to be at the kitchen warehouse in a bit."

Lucas stepped into the shower, his bare chest pressed against her back.

"I told you not to come in here," she said, half-heartedly slapping at his arm as he slid his arms around her waist. But she leaned into him anyway, because deep down she was craving this more than she’d admit aloud.

"I had to," he whispered into her ear. His lips brushed her neck, making goosebumps rise. "You’re in here. You’re mine. You really think I can just stand outside while you’re in here dripping wet and looking like temptation incarnate?"

"Lucas..." Ava’s voice trembled. She wanted to be strong, wanted to be indignant at how easily he tossed possessive words around. But all strength seemed to vanish the moment his fingers slid between her thighs, touching her in a way only he could.

Her breath hitched sharply, her knees weakening under the rush of heat that flooded her. "Defy me all you want," he growled. "I own every single inch of you, and I take it however and whenever I want."

The way he said it—so primal, so reverent made her melt. Goddess help her, it was so hot.

She opened her mouth to curse him, or maybe to tell him to keep going, but all that came out was a needy moan as his fingers worked magic. Her body arched, her muscles trembling.

He kissed the curve of her neck, his lips tracing the scar of his mark. She felt his tongue flick against her skin, and the shiver that ran through her almost buckled her entirely. She planted one palm against the slick tile to steady herself, but gravity was starting to win.

How could he make her feel this undone? This powerless and powerful at the same time?

Less than a minute in and her brain had shut off. The only thing she could process was Lucas. His scent. His voice. His damn fingers. It was terrifying how easily she surrendered to him.

"Be my Luna, my little virgin," he murmured against her neck, not slowing his rhythm for even a second.

"I am your Luna," she breathed, hips moving in sync with his hand.

"Not officially. Still have to go through some traditional bullshit."

If she hadn’t been on the verge of climax, she would’ve laughed. Or argued. Or pointed out that he was the one dragging his feet on the ceremony. But right now, words were impossible. All she could manage was a desperate, breathless nod.

And then—just as she was teetering on the edge—he removed his fingers.

She barely had time to whimper in protest before he replaced them with his full length, pressing into her in one deep, claiming thrust. The water continued to pour around them, amplifying the slapping sound of their bodies moving in time.

Ava bit down on her lip, her moan muffled by the effort not to scream his name to the gods. Her grip on the tiles faltered as her thighs trembled from the force of his pace, but Lucas held her steady with one strong hand at her waist, the other expertly rolling her nipple between his fingers.

"You drive me insane," he grunted. "One look at you and I forget there’s a damn war brewing."

She leaned into him, her fingers digging into his wrist, her body chanting his name as they both exploded.

The aftermath of their passionate encounter left Ava breathless, her body still tingling from the intensity. Lucas casually mentioned, "The party is tomorrow night. Knowing you, you’ll go shopping. Be kind to Nolan since he can’t leave your side."

Ava, still catching her breath, managed to shoot him a look. How can he stand there looking like he didn’t use a pint of his energy? "What the hell are you on?" she muttered.

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