Alpha Ryan's Hybrid Luna

CHAPTER 4 The Unwanted Wife

[Mature Content]

Ryan's POV

Everything about this woman was things I despised; entitled, lazy, rude, and loud.

I can't even imagine what my parents or the council were thinking when they landed on this match. I could handle brats, and I even liked it. I tried telling myself that did not apply to her, but it would be a lie.

Having her pressed between me and the wall and make her answer me like I wanted her to. It ignited a fire inside me, one I hadn't felt in a long time. Not to mention how my c**k twitched and throbbed. A struggling little brat, full of herself, obviously struggled against my hold; it gave me a pleasure I knew I should not have.

I wanted to leave, I lied about the contract, but I didn't lie about changing it. Almost by the door, she casually told me not to wait up. Like a bad joke, and the reaction was instant.

She pushed a button I didn't realize I had, and for a second, everything darkened.

Rage and something that felt like jealousy boiled under my skin. Spread out into my muscles and veins. Not before I felt her smooth, warm skin in my palm did I remember to breathe.

I took a deep breath as I struggled to hold back Ragnar, my wolf.

My chest vibrated, and my jaw clenched. Then I saw her eyes like it was the very first time. Widened in fear, and I realized I had done that. For a brief second, I got lost in those intense blue eyes and let them drag me in. I could hear her heart pounding against her chest and how she tried to heave for air as my lips brushed her chin.

What the f**k!

I jumped back, scared and angry! It felt like magic, trapping me! I adjusted my collar and shirt.

"You will be home right after work. Read the new contract and have it delivered to my office when it is signed. I've heard all about you, and those days are gone now! I will not accept a party girl ruining my family name. A skank sleeping around and causing scandals. Keep your f*****g legs closed for once! No other men, no dates, no nothing! And that is final!"

I rushed out the door, and I didn't even check if she was okay. Why would I? Why did I even think about it?

She was like all the other girls! Spoiled, easy, and greedy! It is not real, and this marriage is not real! I need to get a grip! It has to be stress!

Yes, of course! I'm overworked, irritated, frustrated, and apparently married without consent! For what? So I can take my rightful place as Alpha.

Idiotic; I don't need a Luna running around, whining, and spending money like a maniac to do that! But rules are rules, and the council's words weigh the most.

I've heard so much about this young Alpha daughter. Her pack's little princess, the precious diamond in the family. Spoiled rotten, lazy party girl that was known for throwing tantrums and spreading her legs. Indecent pictures and incidents. I don't understand what they were thinking!

Was Alpha blood all that mattered?

Everything about her made me so angry, so furious, and disgusted. But when I saw her, I took a deep sigh. Yeah, what about when I saw her? She still made me furious! So why the hell did I linger? Why was my only thought to kiss her as she stared up at me with wide eyes? f**k!

My body trembling with impatient and warm boiling anger, I knocked on her door. All I need is a good f**k, to let out some steam! Erase her slightly parted full lips from my mind, her wide blue eyes, her hot breath that blended with mine.

As the handle pressed down, I didn't wait. I pushed the door open, grabbed her around her tiny waist, and slammed shut the door behind me. With a high-pitched squeal of delight, she placed her hands on my chest and smiled up at me.

She had long blond hair, big brown eyes, a tiny little nose, and always with a playful smile on the corner of her lips. My little f**k doll, Hannah, was always up for some fun. Maybe a little too much makeup, but who doesn't have that nowadays?

But we had the perfect relationship. She kept me company, and other girls didn't bother me with her by my side. In return, I protected her and lifted her out of her slave status and life. It was our agreement, friends, helpers, and lovers, no strings attached.

The perfect solution!

With a nice little butt and huge, delicious breasts, it all sweetened the deal! A low growl escaped my lips as I let her go and ripped her blouse open, letting her breasts free. I rolled one of her n*****s between two fingers and pressed it until she squirmed, and a low whine left her lips. I didn't stop,

"Take your pants off, babe."

"Yes, master!"

She answered, her voice so playful and her lips curved to that coquettish she so often used while playing. Her words, not mine, playing. Her pants slide down to the floor, followed by a thin, next-to-nothing pink lace pantie.

As always, the whole woman oozed s*x and seduction. From the way she bit her lip, looking up at me, eyes full of expectations and lust. It always made my c**k twitch, and pulsate with need, but all I wanted was to ram it down her throat and chase that instant relief.

To hear her gag in my c**k as tears stained her perfect makeup and black mascara smeared down her cheeks. Chocking and coughing as she struggles to swallow my c*m. I guess the thought worked because my c**k was now throbbing. I opened the button on my pants and leaned back against the wall. I didn't need to ask, and she knew exactly what I needed!

A groan pressed out between my lips as I watched her bright red ones slide down my shaft. Slowly, taking it down inch by inch as her tongue moved beneath. Small moans and heavy breathing accompanied the sound of slurps and suction. I never thought how unreal her lips looked, so filled to the brim. Instead of gliding over my d**k, they roll like sausages.

Closing my eyes shut, I grabbed her hair and shoved her down on my c**k. My fingers dug into her thick hair and twisted it between my fingers before I pulled her off. A gasp merely left her lips before I forced my c**k back down. She struggled against me as I forced it all the way down.

Making her take it all, I pictured "my wife" like this. Would she fight me?

Struggled a little while I f****d her throat. Her lips slid over my throbbing d**k, salvia dripping over them. I shook my head in anger as I literally yanked her off me, spun her around, and buried my d**k deep inside her with one harsh thrust. I didn't want to think of her, think of "my wife" while I f****d "mistress".

Her high moans filled the room, small gasps as the intrusion pushed her to the brim, them moaning and whining. God, that whining irritated me. I forced myself to watch her as her wet cunt slid down my c**k, coating me with her juices, that little wiggle she did whit her ass that always made me go faster. But it did nothing for me.

I stared at her blond hair instead as I thrust inside her over and over again. Her blond locks were nothing like my wife's brown, rich hair, which would help me forget how her breasts moved up and down as she heaved for air in pure fury. That little twitch on the side of her nose as she struggled to keep her dismay hidden.

My hand slid up her back, over her shoulder, as I pounded against her. Wrapped my hand around her throat and squeezed. I just needed her to be quiet, just a little. Moans turned to deep gasps, and her cunt tightened around my c**k. My hand smacked her ass cheek so hard it would leave a mark, her skin felt warm at the touch, and I could not help remembering my wife's ass.

The night of our wedding, white stockings all the way up to her perfectly round ass. My c**k twitched again, and I growled loud, both in pleasure, as I found my final release.

A sound of pleasure and irritation; as it occurred to me, I came so f*****g hard picturing the wife I didn't want.