Choosing You, My Perilous Alpha

Chapter1

Prologue.

Charity found herself once again in the library, nestled in one of the plush recliners with a hardcover book resting on her lap. Although her eyes scanned the printed words on the pages, her mind was far away, lost in a loop of memories of her unsettling encounters with Arthur and his new mate.

Her reactions to the sight of Arthur and Merrily together left her conflicted, battling the overwhelming desire to be by his side. Suppressing the urge to rush into his embrace and plead for his marking became a constant struggle. Each encounter with Arthur, his arm draped protectively over Merrily's slender shoulders, both displaying smitten smiles, stirred a queasy sensation within Charity. The discomfort drove her to the brink of stumbling over her own feet in her frantic attempts to escape the heartache that threatened to consume her.

Navigating the library in distress, Charity couldn't mask the internal turmoil. The mere presence of Arthur ignited the primal instincts of her wolf, evident in the amber flash in her eyes and the unrestrained growl that reverberated from her throat. Bearing witness to another female laying claim to Arthur stoked a fierce fury within Charity, plunging her deeper into a tumultuous darkness.

Slamming the book shut with a resounding snap, Charity placed it on the nearby table. The library, enveloped in dimness as the candles burned low, signaled the late hour without the need to consult a clock. Familiar with the darkness, Charity's heightened senses adapted effortlessly, a trait inherent in her maturity. Acknowledging the lateness of the hour, Charity deemed it wise to return home, mindful of her father's disapproval if she lingered out until the wee hours of the morning.

Embracing the coolness of the night air, Charity welcomed the refreshing breeze that sharpened her alertness. Amidst the tranquility, a distinct scent wafted towards her, triggering a sense of familiarity and intrigue.

Blinking in surprise, Charity was met with the sudden presence of Arthur standing before her, his features veiled by the shadows. Her breath caught as his eyes, darkened with an unfamiliar intensity, bore into hers with a hunger she had never witnessed before – a desire that echoed in her own core.

"W-what are you-?" Charity's words trailed off as Arthur reached out, his hand encircling the nape of her neck. Entranced, Charity submitted wordlessly, sensing the weariness in his gaze, the telltale signs of a relentless battle with his wolf and the unyielding bond they shared. It struck a chord within her, mirroring the same exhaustion that plagued her own being on a daily basis.

The darkness in his eyes descended to her lips. His pink tongue, barely noticeable as it darted out to moisten his lips, signaled Arthur's deliberate pace. With deliberate slowness, he leaned in, capturing Charity's lips in a searing kiss that unleashed a surge of electricity through her veins. Her hands clenched the soft fabric of his black T-shirt over his chest, seeking an anchor amidst the tempest of sensations.

A low growl emanated from deep within him, resonating with primal satisfaction and relief, coaxing a corresponding response from her own wolf, its longing almost pleading in nature. His fervent exploration of her mouth hinted at an insatiable hunger, igniting a reciprocal desire within Charity. Rationality dissolved into a haze, her focus narrowing to the taste of the forest that lingered on Arthur's lips.

The encounter was a chaotic dance of teeth and tongues, punctuated by desperate gasps that mingled with heated breaths, stealing the air from Charity's lungs. Heat radiated from the point where their lips met, spreading down her neck and suffusing her chest in a searing warmth. None of it was gentle or subdued; instead, it was an uninhibited display of primal yearning.

Frustration crept into his actions as he pawed at her clothes, his nails catching in his eagerness. Silencing her own reservations, Charity surrendered to the urgency, allowing him to shred her garments without a care for their exposed state in the open night. The looming possibility of being discovered dissipated from her thoughts as Arthur's teeth grazed the tender skin of her flesh.

"Arthur," she gasped, her body yielding to his firm grasp. In response, he anchored his fingers into her skin, exposed to the moonlight, and swiftly lifted her weightless form with practiced ease. Breathless, she refrained from protesting as he guided them back to the library, setting her feet on the floor upon their arrival. Pressed against the icy glass door, she recoiled at the unexpected chill against her bare abdomen and the sensation of his nails grazing her hips. The scent of her arousal intensified, a palpable manifestation of their shared desire that didn't escape Arthur's keen senses.

The whirlwind pace left her breathless, struggling to keep pace. The distinct sound of his belt buckle unfastening served as a prelude to his arousal, pressing his c**k against the curve of her buttocks, throbbing with untamed need. Wide-eyed, she acknowledged the formidable size of an Alpha's member, confronted by an overwhelming wave of desire that left her mouth watering.

Receding momentarily, Arthur's abrupt withdrawal almost elicited a whimper of yearning, promptly halted by his firm grip on her backside, enforcing a silence that resonated with an unspoken command.

"You're soaked," he growled, his thumb tracing the slick inner curve of her thigh. His hands roamed her thighs, thumbs urging her apart to witness the clenching response to the void. "You smell so enticing, I-"

He halted his sentence, diverting his lips to latch onto her shoulder with fervor, eliciting a mewl of pleasure from her. The cacophony of blood rushing in her ears, heart pounding, and nerves ablaze intensified the fervent desire pulsating between them.

The urgency was palpable; if he didn't claim her soon, she feared her primal instincts would consume her, driving her to the brink of feral hysteria. In almost synchronized realization, he groaned deeply, adjusting his position to thrust his c**k into her without delay, immersing himself entirely in her welcoming heat.

The novel sensation of his entry drew a broken moan from her throat, her nails seeking purchase on the smooth surface as he withdrew and thrust forward once more. Setting a relentless rhythm, his penetrating thrusts left their mark, his hands branding possessiveness into her hips as his c**k delved deeper into her core, filling her entirely.

"So wet," he grunted, his forehead resting against her shoulder. Releasing her hip, one of his hands tangled in her hair, drawing her body taut like a bow, arching her back until she quivered with sensation. The altered angle produced a heightened response, the tip of his c**k striking a spot that elevated her onto her toes, silent gasps escaping her parted lips.

The slick trail slipping down her chin went unnoticed, eclipsed by her pursuit of euphoria, the pleasure coiled tightly in her belly promising a transcendent ecstasy. Her wolf roused, exultant and eager for more of her Alpha, yearning for the connection with her true mate. A surge of hope welled within Charity, pulsating with the possibility that he might finally embrace her as his destined partner, marking her as his own.

The notion kindled her wolf's fervor, prompting an inclination to offer her neck for his claim, for his mark of possession.

"A-Al-Alpha, ah," she gasped, her voice raw and unsteady. In response, he growled, accentuating his grip in her hair until a cry escaped her lips.

"You sound so perfect, submitting to me," he murmured, his thrusts deep, unyielding. "Call me Alpha again."

"Alpha," she sobbed, the word torn from her amidst the intensity of his motions. Her core pulsed with need and pleasure, yearning for the fulfillment and the exquisite sensation of being united in such intimate embrace for eternity.

Charity never knew it could feel so mind-numbingly good, tingles and sparks and flutters turning heavier, more urgent, until her legs shook and her arousal dripped down the inside of her thighs. Tears clung to her lashes, gasps and hiccups and moans spilling from her spit-slick lips. Her mind focused only on the drag of his c**k inside her, every ridge and vein and pulse catching along her every nerve.

"Puh-please," she gasped, her fingernails squealing against the glass. "Please, Alpha, ah!"

"Please what?" he taunted, his voice callous. He chased his own high, using her body however he pleased to get there.

"M-Ma-ah-" she babbled, her mind turning fuzzy the harder he f****d her. She had no idea how no one had come to investigate the smell alone. That foul lingering scent that clung to Arthur, the part of his scent that had been marred by Merrily, was gone, replaced with Charity's arousal. And it was right, right, right, because he was hers and she was his, and Merrily would be forgotten.

Arthur would choose her after all.

The thought, coupled with Arthur's erratic thrusts, sent her hurtling over the edge, her vision turning white with pleasure. Every inch of her body shook with the force of her o****m, from her fingertips down to her quaking knees. The spill of her arousal only spurred Arthur on, and he forced her flush against the door, pounding into her with reckless abandon.

She might have blacked out because the next time she was lucid, the hand that had knotted itself in her hair was suddenly wrapped around her throat. He proceeded to f**k his c*m deeper and deeper as he came down from his high.

"Mark me, Alpha," she whined, begging and exposing her neck to him. "Please, please, claim me."

He grunted as he pulled out, his hands and body disappearing entirely.

"Wai-"

"I will never claim you," he snarled. She felt the words like a blade through her lungs. "I will never love you, and you will never be my mate."

She turned around, back against the glass and fresh tears slipping down her cheeks.

"I needed to scratch an itch and keep my wolf sated, that's all I needed you for."

He tucked himself into his pants and turned, disappearing into the darkness of the forest and leaving Charity cold and empty. A mix of their arousal sliding down her inner thighs, making her feel dirty.