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The Forsaken and the Alpha

B.E. Harmel

4: Chapter 4

Brad leaned his head forward, and his lips touched mine. I expected his kiss to be voracious, but it was delicate, subtle, gentle. Then he opened his lips and devoured me in an urgent kiss full of passion and lust.

I briefly thought about pushing him away and getting out of there. I thought about stopping… But I just didn’t want to.

He wrapped me in his arms, and his lips traveled down, kissing my jaw, my ear, my neck. I let out a moan from deep in the back of my throat. It was like he knew all my sensitive spots, all the places I wanted to be kissed.

He made his way to my breasts, and I screamed with pleasure. I had never felt anything like it.

“Let go, Alice,” he whispered.

My name on his lips made me even more excited.

He moved lower, kissing my belly before moving to my knees. His lips kissed along the inside of my thigh, exactly as they did two nights ago.

I let the air out of my lungs, imagining what was coming. He inched up, ever so slowly, and bit the inner flesh of my thigh.

A twinge of pain mixed with the pleasure I was feeling.

Then he placed a hand on my pussy, running his finger along my clitoris.

“I said I would help you if you asked me nicely,” he said.

His finger skimmed my entrance, but didn’t enter me. He was waiting for my answer.

I felt his panting breath on my pussy, and I dripped with excitement. I ignored all my instincts not to follow orders. My brain didn’t want to give in, but my body couldn’t take it anymore and I asked for the most painful favor of my life.

“Please, Brad,” I said, and he smiled.

Still staring at me, he licked my clit as one of his thick fingers entered me.

I howled with pleasure. It was as if every inch of my body was yearning for this, as if I waited all my life for this moment. I didn’t remember ever feeling so much pleasure.

He made circular movements with his tongue, and I arched my back as the most intense orgasm of my life hit me. My whole body contracted in pleasure against the wet leaves I was lying on.

“You are so fucking perfect, cumming for me,” he said. He moved up my body, kissing me again, making me taste my own juices.

Brad pulled my waist close to him, and one of his hands squeezed my ass.

My hands went to the back of his neck, pulling him closer to me. With his mouth on mine, one of my hands slid down his body, slowly feeling every sculpted muscle.

I grazed his chest and abdominal muscles until, finally, my hand wrapped around his cock, thick and hard as stone.

He moaned inside my mouth, and my arousal flared at the sound. I positioned him at the entrance to my pussy. I wanted to feel him inside me.

Brad pulled his lips from mine and stared at me for a few seconds.

“This is what you want?” he asked, his husky voice whispering in my ear.

“Ah,” was all I could answer as I pulled him closer to me.

His hands wrapped around my back, grabbing my shoulders, as he pushed his cock inside me.

My pussy opened to receive him. It felt so good. I moaned, enjoying the feel of him inside me.

He thrust firmly, the throb of his cock pulsing along the walls of my pussy. His hand returned to my clitoris, stimulating me, making me whimper with each thrust.

Brad’s breathing was getting more labored. He pushed my hair away from the side of my face and stuck his face next to mine. His mouth pressed to my ear, and I could hear every hoarse moan from his lips.

My heart raced. I was so close. His body felt so good against mine, and then I was hurled into another orgasm, my pussy clenching, spurring on Brad’s orgasm, his cum coating my insides as he moaned in my ear.

He turned us so he was laying against the ground, pulling me tight to his chest. I hugged him as my body recovered. He ran his fingers gently along my arm. The afterglow was really different from what I expected from him—he was affectionate and kind.

My thoughts started to come back, and I realized what I had just done. What the hell? I got carried away and…

Without thinking, I got up and ran. I shifted to my wolf form and made my way back to the lake. Even though Brad’s wolf was bigger and heavier than mine, mine was much faster. When I reached the lake, I returned to my human form, got dressed, and tried to get in the truck, but it was locked.

But Brad was right behind me. I could see from afar just how big his wolf was, larger than any wolf I’d seen before. He shifted, grabbed the keys from his pile of clothes, and unlocked the truck for me.

I sat in the truck and watched him get dressed. He was so fucking handsome and hot, and the sex was so perfect… But this was a big mistake. I was overcome by my wolf. I shouldn’t have let it happen.

“This was a mistake,” I said as he got in the driver’s seat. My elbows were pressed into my knees, my hands covering my face.

“No, it was not,” Brad said, settling himself behind the wheel. “You two needed this, and I’m glad I could help.” He buckled up as if everything that happened was normal.

I didn’t answer, and he started the truck and drove out of the reserve, the quiet thick between us.

As we approached my apartment, Brad sighed, breaking the silence. “Like I told you, I won’t pressure you, but know that the pack will always be your home. I think you should come back. To at least visit your family.”

“I’ll think about it. But promise you won’t tell them you saw me, that you know where I am. Promise?” I pleaded.

“I promise, but I don’t agree,” Brad said, exhaling the air from his lungs. “The reserve will be available for you to run whenever you want. Don’t get out of the habit. She needs it.”

I nodded in agreement. He parked the car outside my building.

“Thanks, Brad. Goodbye,” I said and left without looking back.

***

Three months passed after that night in the reserve. I tried to live my normal life, but thoughts of Brad haunted me.

He sent me a few messages asking me if I was okay and making sure I was going for runs, but I ignored him. Any connection to him was a connection to my past, and I just wanted to forget.

But I missed my family, and I was thinking about visiting them. Then one afternoon, I got a call from Brad. I considered answering it, but my brain told me he must just be in town and wanted sex, so I ignored it.

He called again.

I ignored it again.

Then came the text:

BradPick up Alice, I need to talk to you. It’s about Liam.

My heart froze, then sped up. My stomach lurched, and I was immediately nervous. A chill went down my spine at the thought that Liam was dead. Brad called again, and I answered before it rang a second time.

“What happened to him?”

“The drugs stopped working. He’s not well, Alice. The doctors are going to start palliative care to try to ease his suffering, but we don’t know how much time he has left.”

I was speechless. Sadness took over my heart.

“I thought I’d call you so you could say goodbye to him.”

I would never forgive myself if he died without me seeing him one last time, without me telling him how I cherished his presence in my life.

Liam was the ultimate alpha. He was an incredible leader, and growing up around him only made me admire him even more. My father and he were as close as brothers. He was like a second father to me.

“I figured you wouldn’t forgive yourself if you didn’t say goodbye,” Brad said, cutting through my thoughts.

“Yes,” I said, my voice choked with tears.

“Are you crying?” Brad asked. “Are you okay?”

“No… But I need to go back, I need to see him,” I said, trying to wipe away the tears and think.

“Pack your things, and I’ll pick you up. I’ll be at your apartment in two hours,” Brad said firmly, the order evident in his voice.

“Brad, I don’t need you to pick me up. I’ll figure it out,” I said, sighing.

“Two hours. Your apartment.” He hung up.

I called my boss and Raphael and explained that I had a family emergency, that my uncle was sick and not expected to live much longer. They both understood and wished me luck.

I packed my bags almost without thinking. After all, what was I going to do? Spend a day? A week? A month? I didn’t know for sure. I just shoved everything I thought I would need into the suitcase, and in two hours, Brad was knocking at my door.

I opened the door, and his woody smell filled the hall. It consumed me, as though it had taken over every fiber of my body. I trembled with want just smelling it.

He met my eyes, and for a second, I was breathless. I had forgotten how I reacted around him. It was almost suffocating.

“Hey, let me help you with that.” He walked over and picked up the suitcase that was beside me. I locked the apartment, and we entered the elevator together.

The small space of the elevator caused the tension between us to grow, but we went down in silence.

He put my suitcase in the back of his truck, and I got in the passenger seat.

“Thanks for calling me,” I said as he settled in the driver’s seat.

“You’re welcome. I thought you deserved to know,” he said, tilting his face toward me.

“And how are you? He’s your cousin, isn’t he?” I subtly asked.

“Yes. I’m living one day at a time. It’s strange to think that he’s going to die, but pack business keeps my head busy at least.”

After that, we drove in silence. Millions of thoughts floated through my mind. I tried to organize them, but it was difficult. I started to question if I was doing the right thing.

The landscape started to change, becoming more familiar. My stomach churned, and I was seized with guilt.

“Pull over!” I screamed.

“What?” Brad asked.

“Pull over. I’m going to throw up,” I said, putting my hand in front of my mouth. He stopped the car, and I opened the door and jumped out.

I walked a few feet before throwing up. There was nothing in my stomach, but I vomited water, water and guilt.

“Are you okay? Are you carsick?” Brad asked as he rounded the truck to me.

“No, this is all a mistake. I need to get back home.” I screamed and cried. I was so shaken and confused.

“Hey, it’s okay. We’re going home.”

Strangely, his words calmed me down. Maybe the feeling of loneliness and confusion I had was due to being away from home for so long.

He pulled me by the waist and hugged me. One of his hands held my shoulders, gluing me to his body, and the other went to my head, trapping me on his chest. My nose was flooded with his scent.

He placed a kiss on the top of my head and whispered, “Everything will be fine.”

His touch and scent started to turn me on. My heart began to race. I was getting excited, and he sensed it.

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