Page 4 of The Alpha's Chosen Outcast

I touch my pebbled nipples, already excited, and that tingle goes through my whole body.

My next breath is sharp, almost a shudder, and I move my hands along my breasts, making sure to come back to my nipples and roll them between my oiled fingers. I let my legs spread and reach for the vibrator.

I don’t insert it fully yet or turn it on. I keep moving my other hand and let the tip of it tease my opening. I stroke up through and press on the bundle of nerves at the apex of my lips.

My back arches a bit, and that’s when I know I’m ready. I turn on the vibrator to my favorite setting and thrust it into myself.

I pump it and let the stimulator rub my clit as I slow the movement, prolonging the moment before I come.

I watch the moonlight through the window and think about running again, and then turn up the vibration and go fast and hard with both hands. I don’t stop until I’ve orgasmed over and over, riding the vibration through each one.

When I’m fully spent, I wash the toy and put it back in its spot, then put on my tee and get back into bed. I raise my hand to that moonlight as I settle in—reaching for it and feeling its glow on my skin. Now I can sleep.

Chapter 2

TREY

“Son, do you remember why we made the new laws? Why we have to keep some things more secret than ever?”

“Yes, father. After the human plague hit, their population diminished enough that we weren’t outnumbered anymore. So we were able to come out into the open, but that also meant that we had to be more secretive about the most sacred rituals.”

“And why is that?”

My father does this often as of late. He quizzes me about our history to make sure that I know every law and every tradition. He’s done this since I was able to string three words together for a coherent sentence.

“Humans can know that we exist,” I repeat from memory. “That’s innocuous. We let them believe the legends that they thought were fiction because they keep enough fear between us to make sure that our kind isn’t hunted.”

“Yes, and we keep our real rituals close to our chests, only for us. That’s important.”

“Yes, father.”

He sits up, struggling to maintain his stoic expression as he fluffs up the pillows behind him, pretending he’s not in pain.

“I’m serious, son.” He raises his voice above the whisper he’s been using, “The new laws must be upheld. Especially the ones around exile.”

“I understand.”

“Do you?”

He spits when he says it and then goes into a coughing fit.

“Yes, father, I promise. I understand and will uphold the laws. Please, lay back down. Rest.”

He raises his hand as I move forward, begging me to stop. He’s so stubborn, refusing to accept how bad this is. The coughing stops, and he leans back against the pillows again.

“This is how you maintain power, Trey. You may have your own inner circle but the people that have been by my side are the ones who will ensure everyone else follows you when you take your place as Alpha.”

“I’m not going to have any trouble maintaining power.”

“Right, you’ve had plenty of time to ensure that, haven’t you?” The corner of his mouth ticks up.

“You’ve been ill for a long time. I have to think about the pack.”

“Good, that’s what you should be doing.”

I sigh, not realizing I still crave his approval—right up until the moment of his death. I’ll probably still seek it after he’s gone.

A sharp knock sounds at the door, and the knob rattles. The knocking starts up again, and I hear my sister’s voice.

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