MATED TO THE SECRET ALPHA
Chapter 134: Breaking Bed

Chapter 134: Breaking Bed

Warning: R18

His thrust grew intense, willing her to forget everything he said. She gasped as he pounded her with brutal force she couldn’t keep up with.

"...Ryder...!" she whimpered. She wanted him to take it slow, at the same time, maintain his monstrous speed.

But Ryder didn’t stop. If anything, he picked up pace, his lips finding hers once more as he pinned her beneath the weight of his sweaty body.

Reana’s claws subconsciously elongated, sinking into his back as a raw groan reverborated in his chest, but it wasn’t enough for him to stop. Neither did Reana want him to.

The bed creaked loudly from the intense activity, protesting their weight for a while before giving in. It caved in, the mattress breaking away from the frame, crashing them both to the floor with a loud thud.

Reana’s claws still dug fiercely into Ryder’s back, blood trailing down his skin, her breathless gasps synchronizing with his fierce rhythm.

Yet, they didn’t stop. Her legs wrapped around his waist like a death grip, fueling his passion – his lips devoured hers with renewed urgency as they lay amidst the broken bed’s wreckage.

Just as Reana’s hands claws pulled away from his wound, and slid up his hair, the wound closed up almost immediately.

She pulled him closer, willing to become one with him. "Ryder... you’re consuming me..."she mumbled, her breath heavy with ragged breathing

He continued to pound her, the incessant sound of flesh slapping flesh, chest thundering, and breaths hitching in throats were the only reply Reana got.

Meanwhile, in the forest...

Astra’s shrill voice carried across the woods. Almost every rogue heard her screaming.

Inside the tent, she was almost breaking. It started slow, she liked it, but now, she couldn’t take it anymore. Her muscles arched. She wanted him to stop, but he wouldn’t. This had been going on for almost an hour!

The masked man wanted to stop too, but he couldn’t. It was as if the desire was refueling after every climax.

Unlike the she-wolf under him, he was energized and could go on for another hour.

Except, this was not normal. He hated the sight of blood, yet she was bleeding but he couldn’t stop. She’d even clawed him repeatedly and his wound had healed each time.

But did he feel sorry for her?

No.

Did he want to show her mercy?

No.

He seemed to be created without mercy. He was created to be evil to the core, so he couldn’t help himself even if he wanted to.

Astra’s breath grew shallow. She was passing out, or rather, dying but he still couldn’t stop.

Suddenly, just as the heat came, the wave of heat passed. Abruptly, leaving the masked man panting and shaken as he collapsed on Astra.

Astra felt her lungs burning as he knocked air out of them from his collapse.

With quivering, powerless hands, she attempted countless times to push him off. In the end, he pushed himself off and lay beside her on the bed.

Astra watched the roof of the tent, her chest heaving with exhaustion, her bones protesting with pain and her core? Don’t mention it. It was destroyed...or near destroyed.

Astra’s heat cycle was more intense than other she-wolves. Her mate couldn’t satisfy her, so she resorted to cheating with their pack’s beta.

Her mate went mad when he found out. As the Alpha, he couldn’t take the humiliation, so he discreetly killed his beta and banished her, saying that death was too good for her. That was how she became a rogue.

Indeed, dying was better than going rogue. She’d endured more humiliation from other rogues than she could ever stomach, thanks to her intense heat.

One man could never satisfy Astra. Two or three was what she settled for. And deep down, it was a shame she couldn’t get rid of.

Astra didn’t think she was the problem. She had unresolved animosity for her mate, the men who took advantage of her, the she-wolves who called her a slut for only doing what she could to satisfy herself... Astra hated them all.

Her deepest desire was to find a man that could match her intense passion, settle down and build a family. And if possible, seek revenge on all the people who’d wronged her.

And then, this monster showed up.

She turned her head, watching his side profile. His eyes were closed, his chest rising and falling with ease, as if he didn’t just fuck her like a beast possessed by darkness.

Astra didn’t know what to think.

He destroyed me... yet she was not entirely unhappy he did.

Her eyes narrowed slightly as she observed him further: No exhaustion, no sweat dripping down his face – only calm breathing... as if he’d merely taken a stroll.

What kind of a werewolf was he? She’s had sex with five men at once. Scratch that, they raped her. But by the time they were done, they were sprawling on the floor like some dead meat. And she killed them all.

Yet, why was this man like this? She’s never seen anything like him.

She should be angry that he almost killed her, yet she wasn’t. She was fascinated that someone with such stamina existed.

He was exactly what she wanted. He was powerful - more than anything she’d seen or known. His face was beautiful, just like a gorgeous, delicate woman, but belied the strong walls of muscles hiding under his cloaks.

His stamina was out of this world. She liked and hated it. Perhaps, they could work on that part...?

And lastly, he was utterly ruthless, wielding a merciless power that drew her in like a moth to flame. If she could be his woman, perhaps, she could use him for her revenge...?

Suddenly, his eyes snapped open and head turned, piercing dark blue irises locking onto hers.

Astra’s heart skipped a beat; she felt like he saw right through her thoughts.

"No one who’s seen my face lived past that moment. And no one whom I’d fucked ever remained alone till the end," he suddenly spoke.