The Alpha King's Supremacy

Caught In The Act

Emily's steps faltered abruptly. A sudden chill ran down her spine, making her body tense involuntarily. The look of disbelief etched on her face was like a painting of shock and confusion. Her eyes were wide and unblinking as though trying to comprehend the incomprehensible.

Amelia's mind raced with questions, each one more frantic than the last, swirling in a whirlwind of uncertainty. Was this a moment of impulsive decision-making for Her Majesty? Were second thoughts clouding her judgment?

Amelia's ears suddenly caught snippets of sounds that made her wish for temporary deafness. The noises were a cacophony of moans and whispered words that sent shivers down her spine, leaving her at a loss for words to articulate the surreal scene unfolding before her.

The air was thick with groans and the unmistakable sound of bodies moving against each other, punctuated by an obscene squelching noise reminiscent of eggs being violently whisked together.

Each sound felt like an intrusion into Amelia's senses, coloring her cheeks with embarrassment and discomfort.

As the exotic symphony reached its peak, Amelia felt the tension in her muscles easing slightly.

The girls, Britney and Melody were hot on Emily’s tail as the latter forced her legs towards the source of the scandalous sounds.

Amelia contemplated making a swift escape for self-preservation. However, to her astonishment, she found herself inexplicably moving in tandem with the group in the same direction.

The old adage about curiosity killing the cat echoed in her mind, serving as a grim reminder of how curiosity could lead to perilous consequences. Yet despite this warning ringing loud in her thoughts, Amelia couldn't resist the magnetic pull drawing her closer to unraveling the mystery before them.

She internally felt torn between pressing onwards and retreating while she still had the chance. Her mind was a battlefield of thoughts, each arguing its case without pause. But by the time she reached a conclusion, it was far too late to reverse her course.

The scene unfolding before her eyes left her utterly dumbstruck. She was frozen in place… an unwilling spectator to an intimate spectacle.

A wave of acute embarrassment washed over Amelia, causing her body to twitch involuntarily. The very man for whom she had been punished, the same man Emily claimed rights to as his future Luna... there he was towering over Kate.

To make matters worse, the two people engrossed in their sensual dance seemed unaware they had an audience.

His hands were clumsily exploring her breasts, fingers kneading and pressing down on her n*****s with a primal fervor that made Amelia's stomach churn.

His gaze was intense and full of desire; it bore into Kate who seemed equally engrossed in their shared passion.

Kate's legs were coiled tightly around his waist like serpents holding their prey captive. Her hands roamed freely over his bared chest while his hips maintained a steady rhythm against hers.

The sounds of their bodies colliding echoed crudely through the room, punctuated by Kate's scandalous melody that filled the otherwise silent space.

"Oh, divine being!" Amelia let out an involuntary exclamation before she could stop herself.

She hadn't intended to vocalize her shock; it slipped past her lips as easily as breath itself.

Panicked at having drawn attention to herself so abruptly, Amelia clapped a hand over her mouth in regret - but it was too late to swallow back the words that had already escaped into the open air.

All eyes were now swung towards her direction, including those belonging to Peter and Kate, who had been lost in each other moments ago.

A cold dread washed over Amelia as she stood, frozen under the weight of their collective stares.

Why couldn't she just keep her mouth shut for once? She berated herself internally, but her self-reproach was quickly forgotten when Peter disentangled himself from Kate.

His sudden exposure sent a jolt of surprise through Amelia - her eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets and her mouth fell open in shock.

There was no denying that Peter was a werewolf, his impressive endowment being one of many proofs.

He stood unabashedly naked, his member slick with white discharge and precum dripping from the tip. It was on full display for anyone who dared to look - including an innocent Amelia who had never before witnessed such an intimate part of a man's anatomy.

"How could his enormous shaft possibly fit inside someone as slender as Kate?" she struggled with this puzzling thought. Her gaze drifted towards Kate who seemed unaffected by what had just transpired.

How could she pick up her clothes so nonchalantly and walk away as if nothing had happened?

Amelia's lips pressed into a thin line as confusion washed over her. She simply couldn't comprehend how such a thing could be possible...

Meanwhile, Emily appeared shell-shocked. Her attention had been elsewhere, lost in the teasing whispers of her wolf until Amelia's scream pulled her back to reality.

Her gaze locked onto Peter's still glistening organ as if it were the most fascinating thing she'd ever seen.

The incident was a rare occurrence, yet it happened every time he ventured into her presence, turning Kate's haven into a battleground of emotions. It was a testament to the joy he found in ravaging Kate—a reality too stark and unwelcoming to embrace.

The thought gnawed at Emily with a relentless intensity. It should have been her and only her who ignited such fervor and pleasure within him. She was predestined to be his Luna, his other half, and yet, Kate, her dearest friend, was the one caught in this tempest of forbidden desire.

How long had this charade played out right under her nose, leaving her blissfully unaware of the betrayal?

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~Earlier on~

Peter was ensconced in his office, diligently working through the stack of paperwork his father had entrusted to him. With an important visit looming on the horizon, the urgency to complete these tasks was palpable. Every document, every detail, had to be impeccable for their esteemed guest's arrival.

Driven by a sense of duty and a desire to prove himself, Peter was determined to clear his desk of all obligations, freeing him for the responsibilities that awaited.

As the heir apparent to the Alpha position of Ferlorron's second-largest pack, the weight of expectation bore down on him.

He yearned for the day when he would step out from under his father's shadow and lead with his own vision. The prospect of this transition happening sooner rather than later was a beacon of hope in the monotony of his current duties.

After hours of sifting through files and crunching numbers, the idea of a brisk run in the woods seemed like a welcome reprieve. Stretching his muscles and clearing his mind in the solitude of nature was a luxury he seldom afforded himself.

But just as he was about to indulge in this brief escape, Emily burst into the room, her cheeks flushed with anger and eyes ablaze with accusation. It was as though she was on the brink of confronting her husband about a supposed infidelity.

At twenty-one, Peter felt the weight of commitment like a shackle around his ankle. The idea of exploring the myriad cunts at his disposal was far too enticing. The sooner she realized this fact, the better it would be for her.

Her voice, thick with fury, cut through the air. "Where exactly did you go with that lowlife last night? What have you been up to with her?” Emily's words were a mix of rage and desperation.

Peter's response was a mere glance, a fraction of a second where his eyes met hers before he turned away, leaving his office without a word. She had no right to demand explanations from him. But why was Emily so incensed about Amelia?

He pondered over this as he made his way deeper into the forest, heading toward his cherished spot near the river.

Amelia's ability to elude him, to slip through his fingers whenever he had plans for her, was both infuriating and intriguing. Her cunning and agility were qualities he admired, even as they thwarted his intentions. But he was determined that this cat-and-mouse game would not last much longer.

A sly grin spread across his face as the forest enveloped him, the anticipation of the chase igniting a spark of excitement in his heart.

Upon Peter's arrival at the river, he was quite surprised to find Kate leisurely swimming in the water without any clothing.

How on earth did she end up here? Was it mere chance that she found herself in the woods at the exact moment he intended to be there, or was he being monitored?

Peter's doubt was cast aside when he heard, "I knew you would be here. Every day, you follow the same routine, leaving the pack house and venturing into the woods at around the same time.” Kate said.

Indeed, he was being watched!

Peter found that certainty to be quite irritating. This behavior exceeded his threshold, and he refused to accept it from anyone. However, his entire demeanor shifted dramatically upon catching sight of Kate emerging from the river.

She gracefully approached him; water droplets cascaded from her skin, and her breasts swayed gently with each stride.

Peter's anticipation grew, his lips moistening in anticipation of the imminent event.

She had better not expect him to let her go after all the effort she put into enticing him. She would be punished, and he so happened to have the perfect tool for the task! She was going to get what she wished for!

A subtle smile graced his lips.

Kate halted her steps just inches from Peter. She gently placed her hands on his still-clothed chest. Those fabrics on him would come off within a minute.

Starting at his shoulders, she skillfully moved downwards, eventually reaching his waist. With a swift motion, she removed his belt, tearing it away from his jeans.

As Kate unzipped Peter's slacks and gently pulled them down, his attention was captivated by her perfectly sculpted n*****s, eagerly awaiting his touch. His already erect shaft sprung free due to his overly excitement. He wasn't wearing any underwear.

Kate's face lit up with a mischievous grin at the sight of him and she ran her tongue across her lips.

It stood firm like an immovable object, ready to fulfill her desires. Before long, she grabbed his firm object, slowly yet gingerly guiding its way to her eager mouth.

"Shhh…” Peter let out a sharp hiss as Kate's tongue teasingly licked the sensitive tip of his manhood. It was an electrifying sensation, one that sent waves of pleasure coursing through his veins, painting a euphoric smile on his face. Then, inch by tantalizing inch, she descended until she reached the base of his arousal, her mouth enveloping him in a warm cocoon.

Kate locked eyes with Peter as she began to move her head at a slow rhythm up and down his length while simultaneously massaging the rest with her delicate hands. The sight alone was enough to make him shudder with delight.

"Damn," Peter grunted out an expletive, unable to find words that could accurately convey the overwhelming sensations coursing through him. Kate's expertise was evident; every touch and stroke seemed calculated to drive him closer to the edge.

Moans of satisfaction escaped from Kate’s throat as she quickened her pace, her hands mirroring the rhythm set by her bobbing head. The sound drove Peter wild; he closed his eyes and tilted his head back, focusing solely on the symphony of groans and slurps resonating from below.

After what felt like an eternity suspended in bliss, he released himself into Kate's welcoming throat. The pulsations of his climax caused her to gag slightly as he held her head steady, encouraging her to take everything he had to offer.

Once assured that he had completely spent himself inside her mouth, Peter withdrew slowly, watching intently as Kate licked her lips with an expression akin to savoring a delectable dessert. He stood up and discarded his t-shirt while maintaining eye contact with Kate who was still knelt before him.

Peter beckoned for Kate to join him near one of the towering trees surrounding them. As she turned around obediently towards the tree, he gave her buttocks a playful smack, eliciting a surprised giggle from her.

He admired the sway of her hips as they moved closer to the tree, his arousal reigniting with every step she took. As they reached the massive trunk, he pressed her against it, his body looming over hers.

His hand snaked up to hold hers above her head while his other hand explored her left breast from behind.

Lowering himself to match her height, Peter planted a fiery kiss on the nape of her neck before tracing a path down her back and across her shoulders with his lips. The taste of her skin was intoxicating, making him crave more.

In one swift move, Kate was flipped over and Peter positioned himself so that his mouth was level with her n****e. His fingers danced along the sensitive folds of skin between her legs while his tongue swirled around her hardened bud.

As Kate let out a moan of pleasure, Peter couldn't help but smirk at the reaction he elicited. He released her flesh only to capture her lips in a passionate French kiss. Their bodies entwined as she wrapped her legs around him in an effort to pull him even closer.

Peter steadied Kate against the tree trunk with one hand while he guided himself into her warmth with his free hand. The sensation of entering her sent waves of pleasure coursing through him once again; he broke off their kiss just long enough to reclaim attention on her n****e as he began moving within her core rhythmically.

"Ahh...”

“Yes...”

“f**k me harder...”

“Yes, Daddy...”

“Hum..."

Peter quickened his steps, the rhythmic sounds emanating from Kate's lips a maddening symphony in his ears. With each movement, he couldn't help but acknowledge the magnetic allure she possessed, a seductive prowess that seemed to be second nature to her.

Her hips swayed in perfect harmony with his pace… a silent dance of desire unfolding between them.

A guttural growl escaped Peter's throat as he felt the slick, tantalizing slide of their connection, igniting a primal fire within him. The wetness between her thighs only fueled his passion further, spurring him to thrust with an intensity that bordered on savage.

Her cries of pleasure mingled with the symphony of their bodies colliding, creating a crescendo of ecstasy that echoed through the space.

"Harder, my Alpha," Kate's voice was a breathless plea and laced with raw need and longing.

In response, Peter's movements became more forceful, each thrust driving them both closer to the edge of bliss. The air crackled with tension as he granted her request with unwavering determination.

Kate was a whirlwind of sensation. She was lost in the whirlpool of pleasure that Peter orchestrated with expert precision. Yet amidst their fervent union, a shift in the atmosphere caught Peter's attention—a faint scent that stirred something primal within him. It was Emily and her companions approaching, their presence disrupting the bubble of intimacy that enveloped him.

However, Amelia's absence lingered like a ghost among them. Her elusive nature had proved to be both a shield and a curse.

Peter's menacing grin widened, revealing a glint of malice in his eyes. His lips curled back as he leaned in closer, casting a shadow over Kate who was lost in the throes of ecstasy. Each forceful thrust carried a sense of dominance, his body poised with predatory intent.

The footsteps approached, halting just a few paces away from where he held Kate captive. The air crackled with tension as he feigned ignorance, consumed by the desire to shock Emily with his audacious display. But before he could revel in his twisted plan, a piercing scream shattered the moment.

Amelia's cry pierced through the room, disrupting Peter's dark intentions and preventing him from reaching the pinnacle of pleasure.

Frustration flickered across his face briefly before being masked by a chilling determination. He vowed silently to teach that girl a lesson.

With a dangerous glint in his eyes and mischief dancing within them, Peter advanced towards his next target, ready to unleash his twisted desires once more.

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~The present~

"Amelia…!"

Amelia's heart leaped into her throat when she heard her name called out unexpectedly. But before she could react, a blood-curdling scream pierced the air, causing her head to whip around towards the commotion.

Emily angrily slammed Kate against the same tree Kate had been entangled with Peter just moments earlier.

Emily's claws dug mercilessly into Kate's flesh as the scorned woman unleashed her fury. Kate, refusing to submit, retaliated with equal ferocity, her own claws finding purchase in Emily's skin as the two rivals became locked in a vicious battle over a man who hardly seemed worthy of their savage display of jealousy and betrayal.

Amelia watched the scene unfold, her eyes wide with shock and disbelief. She was so transfixed by the raw intensity of the fight that she almost didn't notice the sudden presence behind her. It wasn't until she felt something hard pressing against her waist and large hands hovering dangerously close to her breasts that she realized the gravity of her own situation.

Startled and disgusted, Amelia leaped away from the unwanted contact, putting several feet of distance between herself and the pervert.

She spun around to face him, her eyes narrowing as she took in his infuriating smirk.

She couldn’t believe the jerk seemed completely oblivious to the chaos he had caused. His attention was focused solely on her in a way that made her skin crawl.

Amelia's blood boiled with indignation as she watched him leer at her, his expression one of devilish amusement.

How could he stand there, smirking like the cat that got the cream, while two women tore each other apart over him? The sheer arrogance and callousness of it all made Amelia's stomach churn.

She couldn't fathom how anyone could be so self-centered and uncaring, especially in the face of such violent consequences.

"What an inconsiderate asshole," she muttered under her breath, her voice dripping with contempt.