Breeder To The Brutal Alpha King

​Rebecca’s POV

​I pulled the blanket over my head and squeezed my eyes shut, pretending to be asleep. But my skin was burning hot, and the tight ache between my thighs was pulsing, matching my heavy breaths.

​The slow, heavy sound of his bare feet crossed the carpet. Every step closer made my stomach twist with a scary, exciting panic.

​The mattress sank.

​A sudden wall of heat rolled over the bed as Kaden slid under the covers. He was completely naked. I could feel the warm, damp heat of his skin. The strong smell of his fresh release mixed with mint soap filled the small space under the blanket.

​I went stiff, holding my breath, waiting for him to rip the covers off me. Waiting for him to talk.

​Instead, a thick, muscular arm slid around my waist.

​I gasped as Alpha Kaden pulled my back straight against his chest, locking my small body against his big, burning frame. His hard length, though a little softer now, pressed heavy right against my ass through the thin fabric of my torn gown. He buried his face deep into my neck, breathing in so deeply it sent a sharp shiver straight down my spine.

​”You’re a terrible liar, Rebecca,” Kaden whispered, his rough voice shaking against my skin. He didn’t sound angry. His voice was dark and full of a wicked, happy amusement. ”Your heart is racing. And your scent... you smell so wet.”

​I tried to twist away, kicking my good foot under the sheets. ”Let go of me,” I choked out, but his grip only got tighter, pinning my arms down to my sides.

​”Did you like what you saw?” he whispered, his lips brushing the sensitive skin right behind my ear. ”Watching me touch myself because you wouldn’t let me touch you? Knowing I was screaming your name while I jerked off?”

​”Stop it,” I cried softly, closing my eyes as more wetness leaked between my thighs.

​”I won’t force you,” Kaden growled low, his grip like iron, holding me so tight against him I could feel the fast thumping of his own heart. ”Kane told you to stay away, didn’t he?”

​My eyes widened. How did he know that?

​He scoffed. ”But we both know you can’t, sweetheart. I can wait because the next time I’m inside you, you’re going to be the one begging.”

​I didn’t answer. I swallowed hard and lay perfectly still, trapped in the embrace of the man who refused to let me go.

​By the time the morning sun came through the window, Alpha Kaden was gone. Gone back to his pack.

​The space beside me was cold, but his scent was still all over the sheets, a heavy reminder of the night before. I lay there for an hour, staring at the ceiling, my mind a total mess of shame and lingering desire. I looked down at my torn nightgown and the ruined lace of my panties left on the floor. I felt dirty, yet a stupid part of me missed the heavy weight of his body pressing me into the bed.

​A sharp kick on the door made me jump.

​Before I could call out, the door swung open and Alpha Kane walked in. His tall, big frame immediately made me feel safe, but the second his sharp eyes looked around the room, his jaw clenched.

​”Rebecca,” Kane said, his voice deep and full of instant suspicion. He walked closer to the bed, his nose flaring as he caught the unmistakable smell of sex and Alpha arousal heavy in the air.

​His eyes locked onto the floor, staring straight at the ripped pieces of my underwear.

​”Did he touch you?” Kane demanded, his voice dropping into a protective growl.

​I pulled the heavy blanket tighter around my chest, my hands shaking as I held the fabric against my chin. ”No, Alpha Kane... we didn’t... I swear,” I stammered, my heart thumping against my ribs. I hated the desperate, guilty sound of my own voice, but I couldn’t let Kane get disappointed in me.

​Kane raised his brow, his sharp eyes scanning the messy bed, the torn clothes on the floor, and the heavy scent of Alpha sex still lingering in the air. A flash of annoyance crossed his handsome face, but he forced himself to take a deep breath, stepping closer. ”Rebecca, stick to the plan, okay? Don’t let him touch you.”

​”Yes,” I whispered, swallowing the lump in my throat. ”I will.”

​Kane’s expression softened just a little, though the tense, possessive edge in his posture remained. ”Good. Come downstairs to have breakfast with me. My parents are here.”

​My eyes widened in shock. ”Your parents?”

​He saw my sudden confusion and gave a small, reassuring nod. ”They arrived late last night. Don’t worry, they are easygoing people. Breakfast will be ready in an hour. Hurry up.” He gave me one last lingering look before turning on his heel and leaving the room, closing the door behind him.

​I sat there for a long moment, my mind racing. His parents were here? I swallowed hard, trying to push down the anxiety fluttering in my chest. Slowly, I swung my legs out of bed. My injured ankle still throbbed, but I managed to drag myself up, carefully hopping on my one good foot toward the bathroom.

​I shed my torn nightgown, letting it pool on the cold tiles, and stepped into the shower.

​The moment the warm water hit my skin, the heat from last night came rushing back. The steam curled around me, and suddenly, all I could think about was Kaden. The image of him standing right here, completely naked, his muscles flexing as his wet hand gripped his thick length, burned into my mind. I could still hear his rough, broken voice groaning my name against the tiles.

​”F-Fuck... Rebecca.”

​A fierce, desperate ache exploded between my thighs. My pussy throbbed so hard it was a physical pain, slick and dripping beneath the spray of the water. Unable to stop myself, I leaned my back against the wet shower wall, lifting my good leg slightly and sliding my hand down between my thighs.

​The moment my fingers touched my swollen, soaking wet folds, a loud gasp tore from my throat.

​I was so wet, completely drenched in my own desire for him. I slipped two fingers inside my tight, aching entrance, stretching myself open as I began to stroke my dripping clit with my thumb. ”Ah... Kaden,” I whimpered out loud, my eyes fluttering shut. I pictured his eyes watching me, his heavy, burning body pinning me down, his massive cock rubbing against my wetness.

​I moved my fingers faster, pushing them deeper inside my clenching walls, arching my hips into my hand. I rubbed my thumb hard against my tight little bud, my breaths turning into frantic, shameless groans that echoed in the small bathroom. I was jerking off to the thought of the man who ruined me, and the filthiness of it only made me wetter.

​My walls tightened, clamping down hard around my fingers. The tension built rapidly until my entire body went rigid under the hot water.

​”Kaden... ah!”

​I screamed his name as a violent, powerful orgasm ripped through me. I panted heavily, my chest heaving, my trembling legs barely holding me up against the wall.

​As the heat slowly faded, reality slammed into me like ice water.

​”Fuck,” I gasped, pulling my hand away and shaking my head in pure shame. ”Rebecca, get a grip on yourself!”

​How could I do that? How could I pleasure myself to the thought of my tormentor? I washed myself quickly, desperately trying to rinse away the guilt.

​Once I was done, I dried myself off and pulled on a matching gray tracksuit to keep comfortable with my bad ankle. I stood in front of the door, took a deep, steadying breath to calm my racing heart, and finally left the safety of my room.

​My chest was tight with panic as I made my way down the stairs, hopping carefully and balancing against the railing. The thought of meeting Kane’s parents made my stomach churn. I finally reached the dining room, taking one last breath before stepping through the archway.

​The moment I stepped into the dining room, my breath caught in my throat. My eyes widened in absolute horror.

​Seated at the long dining table was Alpha Kane. Next to him sat an older man and woman, both carrying themselves with a regal, Alpha-blood dignity—undoubtedly Kane’s parents.

​And sitting right across from them, casually sipping a cup of coffee with a dark, wicked smirk playing on his lips, was Alpha Kaden.