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~Arian Storm~

New season, new full moon, new mate ball. Or not. At least not for me, since I like to lay out the mate balls. My parents don't know about it and it should stay that way. If they found out I don't want mate, they'd just want to convince me otherwise. But they wouldn't understand me anyway. How? With them everything is so perfect that you already tell stories about the alpha with the human mate. But I'm doing this for her. For my pack.

About 17 years ago there was a big war between my pack and the hunters. I was only 4 years old then. The hybrids were also involved, but that's another story. My point is that many wolves lost their mate that day and have lived in grief ever since. There was never such a big attack again, but the many smaller ones are enough to take someone's soul mate. And what comes out of it? Wolves who are useless and are only guided by deep sadness. You may not die when the mate dies, but it incapacitates you and makes you wish to die.

And I don't want any of that. I want such attacks to stop happening. And that's what I'm going to do as the next alpha. I will protect my pack by any means I can, but a mate would only be a distraction.

"Dude, what are you thinking about again?" Sebastian, who was sitting next to me on the sofa, nudged me on the side and thus brought me back into the action.

All around us was loud music, stuffy air and many scantily clad women waiting for a guy to finally dance up to them. Always the same picture in these clubs.

"Nothing," I muttered, looking around the crowd until I spotted Alex rubbing his cock on a blonde's butt while dancing tightly with her.

I quickly downed my shot, which was on the table in front of me, and then also made my way into the dancing crowd. I was chasing prey. On the plus side, I had inherited gorgeous looks through my alpha genes, so I was clearly the most desirable bachelor in the room. So it shouldn't be too difficult to land one of these hot English girls.

And I turned out to be right, as soon as I stepped onto the dance floor, the women just cavorted around me and stretched their butts towards me in the hope that I would choose them.

I let my gaze slide over her briefly and then decided on a black-haired woman who was very conspicuous in her short, body-hugging red dress. I cupped her small waist in my hands and then began to move in unison with her. She was a lot shorter than me, but that's what I love about women. When they were small, weak and completely at my mercy. Call me dominant, but that's what defines an alpha like me.

I closed my eyes and rubbed my shaft against her ass while imagining what I would do to her later. Whether she liked bondage games?

"Seb, I'm going to run away. You can find me in the hotel if something is wrong, but don't bother me if it's not important." , I told my future beta via Mindlink. Then I took her small dark-haired one by the hand and led her out of the club.

"Do you still want to come with me? I have a hotel room near here." I suggested, poking her ass again with my hard shaft to make it clear what I wanted from her.

"Nothing better than that," she said, more than turned on.

Ten minutes later we entered my hotel room.

After closing the door, I grabbed the little one by the waist and pushed her onto the bed. Startled, she gasped and looked at me. Then the startled expression turned into a small smile. She spread her legs and licked her lips while I still just stood in front of her, looking at her through hooded eyes.

I walked up to her with heavy steps and pulled her red dress over her head, only to be pleased to see that she wasn't wearing any underwear underneath. So this is really hot.

"I'm into that," I said in a dark voice that would probably scare others, but the little one just smiled seductively again.

"Lie down and spread your legs," I commanded. I'm a born alpha. Commands are my thing.

The little dark-haired obeyed and looked up at me with wide eyes. Instead of bending over and banging her like she now expected, I ran to my suitcase and pulled out the handcuffs. I went back to the bed, leaned over her, took her wrists and handcuffed her to the headboard of the bed.

Luckily, the little one was still enthusiastic until now. She watched almost desperately as I got up from the bed and took off my black shirt. Her gaze immediately swept over my defined abs and the tattoos I had on my arms and shoulder.

I reached into my pocket and pulled out a condom. Then I undid my fly much too slowly and pulled down my pants and boxer shorts.

The black-haired lay impatiently in bed and almost got an orgasm from looking at my cock. As she lay before me. She was at my mercy unconditionally. I had all the reins in my hands and decided what to do with her.

"Please," she begged now.

"What?" I asked, feigning ignorance, still rolling the condom far too slowly over my cock. She had better be patient.

"Please fuck me!" she continued to plead.

"If you really want that."

Now my patience was at an end. I stepped over her and without warning sank my shaft into her wet center. I thrust into her without mercy, casually caressing her full breasts. I stroked her hard buds with my thumbs and felt myself pushing her closer and closer to the brink of orgasm.

"Don't you come," I admonished while thrusting into her even harder.

"Please let me come," she begged and I caught her tugging on the handcuffs but not being able to free herself.

"No," I commanded, picking up the pace.

I pushed further and further into her and already noticed for myself how close I was to cumming. When I let my gaze slide to the little one below me, I noticed her wet eyes, but her loud, rhythmic moans told me that she was enjoying it.

"You can come," I pressed out.

The little black haired suddenly seemed to explode, moaning louder than before as her muscles tightened around my shaft, almost making me cum too. Before that, however, I pulled out of her and removed the condom. Then I grabbed my hand until I spilled over her breasts.

I groaned and let my head fall back.

When I was done, I undid the handcuffs before dropping down beside her and pulling her to my chest.

I'm not an asshole. I'll let her sleep and rest here before I leave tomorrow. Perhaps the little human woman hoped for more, but unfortunately there is not more inside for her or me. It never is and never will be.