ALPHA OF RAVENSTONE

THE MAN IN HER DREAM

CHRISTINE

I had no idea when it started, but the sequence was parallel to the previous night.

Same room, same bed, same man.

It was unusual because his face had been clouded since the beginning, yet everything about him felt familiar, foraging my essence with much-needed respite.

The fact that his blazing breath didn't burn my flesh constantly astonishes me. As light as a feather, it tickled my nerves. The warmth of his hand caressing my side encapsulated my comfort as well and stoked a fire within me.

"Spread your legs, Christine," he murmured into my ear. The depth, rawness, and almost guttural quality of his voice sent delightful thrills down my spine. A gasp broke out my lips even before he slid himself between my knees as his deft hand assisted me separate my thighs.

"Say my name, Christine; moan for me." He plunged in after locking my hands over my head.

"Tyron." My upper body rose as my airways were filled with his musky and minty aroma. Extremely vulnerable to his presence, my chest pounded loudly in time with his. To my ears, it was like velvety music, enhancing my senses. And as his restrained girth rubbed against me my moist lips produced another loud gasp.

"Louder!" he demanded, his gray eyes staring right into mine. He expressed his desire to own everything about me as he slid out and pushed back in.

My toes curled and my eyes rolled back as my whole unkempt body trembled beneath him in mind-numbing bliss. "Tyron!" I cried out and surrendered myself to him completely.

"Hi, b***h! Open the goddamn door!" Jillian's; the son of Grimstone pack alpha's angry voice woke me from my slumber with a loud knock on the door.

My brow furrowed in confusion as my gaze raced out the window, only to curse inwardly as I noticed the dazzling streak of light coming through the thin lids of the aperture.

"Oh, no!" I jumped out of bed, whimpering. Leaving no time to put on slippers, my legs trembled as I hurried to the door. I reached for the leaf and opened it, only to be struck with Jillian's fist. An electric sting raced across my left eye, and a loud yell exited my mouth in shock. My vision was filled with dark specks as I stumbled to the floor, writhing in anguish.

Oh, goddess.

When is this constant torment going to stop?

It took a few seconds for my vision to recover. As soon as it became clear, my body surged away from my attacker, but Jillian was faster, seizing hold of my hair and pressing his claws hard into my scalp. "You're a worthless trash!" he roared, clenching his jaw. "We've been waiting for you to prepare our breakfast for ages, and now you're here, lazing in bed!" His nose flared as he hit me in the face once more.

As I was knocked to the floor again, a squeal broke out of my lips, and tremendous panic consumed my entire existence. "Please stop," I cried, pulling away, but Jillian kicked me in the gut so hard that I nearly forgot to breathe.

My body trembled fiercely, almost crashing down, and my strength slowly deteriorated. Jillian kept striking me, and I had to use my arms to shield my face while I lay motionless on the floor, subjected to his cruelty.

It is better not to fight back since he will not stop harassing me until he is satisfied.

"I expect breakfast on the table in fifteen minutes or you will be sorry!" he hissed after a few seconds of ragged breathing. He gave me one last kick in the side, and I believe I heard something shatter inside my neglected trunk as he turned around and left the room.

My entire being was filled with affliction. My teeth gritted as I curled up in a ball, tears welling up in my eyes. My chest heaved up and down as hatred invaded every single blood vessel in my body.

Jillian is a big jerk. His day won't be complete until he gets his filthy paws on me. That was one thing I couldn't understand because I couldn't recall doing anything wrong to cause him to act violently whenever I was around. Is it because he and his father still regard me as a threat to them?

A harsh laugh escaped my throat as the bitter taste on my tongue made me want to vomit. They'd already ripped off everything I owned. My home, my family, and the legacy of the Matsuda clan.

I am simply a frail girl, not a formidable she-wolf that they should be afraid of. Or are they simply terrified of the ghost they created?

With those thoughts running through my head, I pulled myself to my feet, groaning and stumbling. I limped out of my bedroom, gripping my throbbing side.

It wasn't Jillian's fault that I was having trouble walking at the time. Alpha Sigma severed my leg the other night. His woman upset him, and unfortunately, he took out his rage on me. Like his son, he favored me as a punching bag. Even though Grimstone is full of omegas, they have chosen to target me.

My lungs took a big inhale as I wiped the blood from the side of my broken mouth, thinking I was still privileged. I am still fortunate to be a fast-regenerating wolf. Nonetheless, as the torture went on and intensified, I concluded that my body could not take much more.

I was almost at my breaking point, and I could feel my body falling in as the alpha and his son tormented me. I'd been in that situation for four years after my parents were killed in a planned attack. It had been four years since I was thrown to hell. I passed out several times when Jillian and his father oppressed me, and I was aware that I was losing strength by the day.

Bullying and harassment slowly wrecked my immortality.

Who cares about my despair? Nobody. Because I held no value in the Grimstone pack.

I am the Matsuda clan failure.

A pointless omega.

RAVENSTONE

Tyron buried his fingers in the blond she-wolf's hair as she kneeled in front of him. His teeth gritted as her hot and devilish lips moved up and down his thick and throbbing length. She licked the tip with her teasing tongue before letting him fully enter her mouth.

"Hell yes!" Tyron grunted as she deep-throated him. "Go faster, b***h!" His release was approaching, so the she-wolf complied. His jaw tightened in a final deep and extended thrust, and he had reached the peak.

Tyron cursed as he shot all of his rounds squarely into the she-wolf's throat, and she swallowed every last drop without hesitation. He panted and stepped back, pulling his still-stiffened girth from her mouth. "Leave. Now." There was no need for a second order because the woman grabbed her belongings and rushed out the door.

Tyron headed towards the restroom, shaking his head. He got in the shower and turned it on. He closed his eyes and flung his head back, letting the warm water soothe his sore muscles.

The alpha had a long, grueling day. After a four-hour journey, he and Kisses had barely spent thirty minutes at Darkstone City. It was a must-attend meeting with the Alpha Alliance, and as he predicted, everything went awry because the topic was Alpha Sigma of Grimstone.

According to an extensive investigation, the ruler of the aforementioned territory became involved in a werewolf mafia. Darkstone City's alpha, Zacria Reid, desired Alpha Sigma's head, but the other alpha fools objected.

Tyron, who suspected the bastard was implicated in the Matsuda clan's c*****e, would gladly tear him apart if they asked for his thoughts. He is well aware of all of his illicit activity, and he can't wait to make the old geezer pay for them.

Tyron stepped out of the shower room, snickering, and stopped by the open window, his lower half covered only by a towel. He picked up the cigarette from the top of an adjacent rack and lit it. It was almost midnight, and the air was becoming colder, yet he felt exactly the opposite. Something strange was writhing in every fiber of his veins, and he recognized it had something to do with his dreams the night before.

He dreamed of a she-wolf. A plump one, to be exact, and the bizarre thing was that he was always f*****g her on his bed. He could still hear her muffled moans up until then. He could feel the warmth of her hands on his body. He could see her shaking beneath him, her nails piercing into his back. He appreciated how she tossed her head to the side as he slammed into her.

"Damn it!" For the third time that day, he cussed mentally, as those alluring scenes from his dreams caused him a big hard-on.

Tyron threw the towel around his waist against the wall, gripped his manhood, and pulled his hips upward. "f*****g s**t! Kisses, send that woman back into my room right away!" He commanded his beta by mind link because his hand was insufficient for him.

"The hell, alpha, I am doing her right now."

He grumbled in frustration, and after a few moments of reflection, an idea struck him. "It's time to look for the she-wolf."