Hybrid Alpha’s Prettiest Obsession

rekindled

Malakai

Her lips parted, and a soft, barely-there moan escaped her, one that went straight to my gut. It was so quiet, so unintentional, but it was enough to nearly drive me insane. Her head tipped back slightly, and I let my fingers tangle in her hair, tugging just enough to make her gasp. I had wanted to hear more of that—more of those breathless little sounds that made my blood run hotter.

Her tears were still there, clinging to her lashes, glistening in the dim light. That sight—those tears—only fuelled the satisfaction blooming in my chest. The contradiction of it, the way she could be crying but still respond to me like this, was... perfect. The toxic thrill of control made my c**k jerk harder. This was where she belonged—beneath me, trembling, wanting, and utterly at my mercy.

“You’re shaking,” I whispered, leaning in close enough that my breath brushed against her lips. “Is it fear... or something else?” My voice was low, teasing, but the dark edge of my desire made it almost a growl.

Her response was instant. A shiver ran down her spine, and a soft moan slipped past her lips, her eyes fluttering shut for the briefest moment. That sound—goddess, that sound—made every ounce of control I’d been holding onto vanish. I could feel the tension in my body tighten to the point of snapping; the need to claim her was overwhelming. To make her scream my name.

She was driving me to the edge, and she knew it. The way she held my gaze, the way her lips trembled slightly as I trailed my hand down her neck, brushing over her collarbone, over her chest, lower, lower still...

And then, there it was again. Another soft moan, quieter this time, but so full of need that I almost lost it. Her confidence—the way she dared to keep looking at me through her tears, as if she were trying to break me. As if she thought she could handle whatever I had planned for her.

But she couldn’t.

Not even close.

I leaned in, my lips grazing her ear as I whispered, “You’re a slave to the contract, Mina. Don’t ever forget that.”

Her breath hitched, and her eyes widened, another tear slipping down her cheek. But it wasn’t fear I saw in them now. It was surrender. And that, more than anything, made me feel like I could tear the world apart with my bare hands. I sat down comfortably, patting on my laps.

“Let the show begin.” We were both breathing heavily now, unable to stop the pleasure we both wanted. Mina's body arched above me, flexible and wanting. Suddenly, her soft moan turned into a deep, needy sound that vibrated through my clothes. My c**k jerked in response. She wasn't entirely accepting. Some parts of her body were stiff. Yet the thought of how she would let go—every damn tremor only ignited my own hunger further. I tightened my grip in her hair, tugging harder this time, and her gasp was louder, rawer, sending a shiver of satisfaction straight through me.

I rubbed my c**k against her ass, still watching her face intently. I wanted to see it all. Her chest rose and fell quickly, her breath coming in shallow pants, and I watched as her lips parted again, just as another whimper escaped her. She pressed against me hard, her hips rising to meet mine in a slow, grinding rhythm that made both of us hum. The friction between us was bloody slow and intoxicating because every inch of her responded to the way I moved.

“M-Malakai…” Her voice was barely a whisper, her eyes fluttering open to meet mine, and for a moment, I almost lost myself in the way she looked at me—half-peaking, half-pleading, and half-daring me to push her further.

I dare.

I growled low in my throat, my hand trailing down her side, feeling the shivers that wracked her body. She was a mess, completely mine in this moment, and I wanted to savor every second of it. I zipped down, and my c**k popped out. I was like old times, except this time I was an Alpha, and certain elements had changed. In other words—twelve inches, veiny, long, and thick. What was that she said about big men and tiny c***s? I scoffed when her eyes widened in terror. I told her I wasn't the Alpha she knew. With that, I pressed my hips down against her harder, grinding in a slow, deliberate motion that made her gasp, her nails digging into my back. Her entire body trembled, and her moans grew louder, more desperate, filling the room.

Her fear was forgotten in a second.

The sound of her, the way her body moved beneath mine, was driving me wild. I wanted more—needed more. I wanted her to feel everything—to know that she was helpless to stop this, that she was entirely at my mercy. Her breath hitched again as I moved my hand lower, brushing over her clit, teasing, and...

She bit her lower lips to stop her moans.

I didn't like that.

“Mina…” My voice was rough, strained with the intensity of my desire. “Don’t hold back. Let me hear you.”

My words were the magic needed. Her moan broke free, louder this time, raw and unrestrained, and I couldn’t stop myself from grinding against her harder, matching the rhythm of her breathless cries. Her breasts bounced against her chest, and I couldn't resist myself from pinching those hardened n*****s. Her body responded to mine in perfect sync, her hips rising to meet every motion, her nails scratching down my back in desperation.

All that was left was her, trembling beneath me, her moans filling the space between us as we moved together, both of us cumming at the same time.

I lost control.

#

When I slammed the door behind me, it echoed down the hall and back, and for a moment, I saw myself back in the room… I felt powerful underneath her. I could still hear her moans in the back of my mind and still feel the warmth of her skin, and yet I had to force myself to push it all down. Mina’s voice must have echoed down this very hall. f**k Pompeo. He purposely built the rooms this way to hear what's going on. This way, he would notice any problem. Thankfully, Conrad took note of that. He had emptied the hallway.

I felt stupid, not noticing it in the first place.

Conrad stood at the end of the corridor, leaning against the stone wall with a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. He didn’t say anything at first, just watched me with those sharp eyes of his, waiting. His eagle was still, watching me with eerie eyes.

I ignored both of them at once. I met his gaze, my expression unreadable, and for a long moment, neither of us spoke. Finally, I broke the silence. “What?”

Conrad’s smirk widened a fraction before he replied. “She was loud.”

I let the statement hang in the air, considering whether to acknowledge it or let it pass. Conrad knew better than to push me, but then his amusement remained, despite his respectful tone. He was my beta—loyal, cunning, and sharp. The only one I trusted with the darker parts of this world we had carved out together.

But even he had limits.

After a beat, I crossed the room toward him, the sound of my boots echoing in the narrow hall. “And?” My question carried an edge, more of a command than an inquiry. I wasn't angry with him. I just wasn't in the mood.

Wulfgar straightened slightly, his smirk fading as he adopted a more serious demeanor. "And nothing," he said. "Just an observation. She’s yours to handle."

I nodded, letting the silence stretch between us before I shifted the topic. “What’s the latest on the halflings and humans?” The lightness around us grew heavier as I spoke.

Mina made me remember the halflings once again.

Wulfgar exhaled sharply, his expression darkening as he stepped closer, and lowered his voice. His eagle had moved to the left side of his shoulder. "The count’s gone up. We've lost another ten this week—mostly the bottom feeders. The humans… we came across another rebel group.”

Ten was a lot on our side. I craned my neck to meet Conrad's lowered gaze. “What?”

Corad cleared his throat. “We apprehended the perpetrators this morning. They’re starting to fight back harder. Desperation makes them reckless."

I clenched my jaw, unhappy with the supposedly good news. “How many?”

“Thirty-three,” he replied, his tone grim. "Another two dozen injured. They call themselves hunters and are targeting our weakest—the bottom feeders… young and the old."

Our children were just as important as us. The war I thought was over wasn't over. Why can't they accept defeat? We could all live in harmony! Anger boiled in my veins, but I managed to keep cool. “What about retaliation?”

“We’ve taken down three of their leaders, but it’s not enough. I have a feeling they’re hiding. Using the halflings as shields, knowing we can’t slaughter them without creating more problems. They are half our blood, yet…”

Yet human-like. Rage made my ears pound harder, but I pushed it back. Control. Control was needed in times like this. “They’re nothing but vermin,” I growled. “Halflings and humans alike. They’ve never understood their place, and now they dare to resist?”

“They’re afraid,” Conrad said quietly. "They know their time is running out."

“Good,” I muttered. “Let fear be their undoing.”

There was a pause as we both went through our discussion in our heads. Everything was laid out bare. Some people may think the halflings were our problem. No. They had been our problem for years, caught between two worlds, never fully belonging to either. The elders say they are part of us and never one of us. Thus, they were resented by both wolves and humans, yet we had allowed them to exist—until now. They’d made their choice, siding with the weaker race of humans, thinking they could survive in the cracks between. But now, their loyalty to the humans will be their undoing.