Into the Alpha’s Keep Chapter 82: 82

Another wave hit me. I purred loudly and shot a look toward Fenrir, dilating my pupils. His Adam's apple rose and fell.

"Go to my room," he ordered. "I’ll go to Jax, get more heat suppressor for you." He rubbed his palms together and stared at the others. "Anton, stay here with her. You two can go home, and tomorrow, start the contingency measures to protect everyone and search for the traitor."

They agreed, silently.

Alexandra gave me one last look, her lashes lowered and a sympathetic expression on her face, before following her brother out of the house. Anton passed by me, as far away as possible, and sat on the sofa.

"I hope she doesn't stay in the same space as me," he said, grabbing the TV remote. "I'm not affected because she's a mated wolf, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t bother me," he murmured sincerely.

"I'll lock her in my room." Fenrir sighed. "The bastard is dead in her room, and I have no idea how he got in. Through the window or the front door. Besides, she’ll be staying with me for the next few days." He pointed toward his best friend. "Stay alert and keep your ears sharp in case anyone tries to get up on the roof."

"Alright. Don’t worry."

"When I come back, I’ll remove that body. Nicoleta can clean the blood and mess, but she’d pass out if she saw the state he was in."

"She’d never forgive you for that," Anton agreed.

And I had to agree with Nicoleta, the sight of the wolf's entrails spread across the floor wasn’t something pleasant to see. If I weren’t so full of rage and so disappointed that, in addition to being hunted by Hunter, I had been auctioned off by him as if I were nothing, I would have vomited at the scene.

"Definitely not," Fenrir scoffed.

He walked toward me and gently held my fist. The touch of his warm fingers made me shiver, and another moan escaped me. I leaned in, rubbing my nipples against the muscles of his arms.

"Please..." I begged, inhaling his scent of fresh pine and damp earth.

Anton clicked his tongue.

"Heaven!"

Fenrir grabbed my hair with his free hand, pulling it back, trying to maintain control of his body to resist my advances. He led me toward the stairs, pulling me quickly, as if he needed to release me soon.

On the second floor, I glanced at the closed door of my room, and instead of recalling the attack, the images of the erotic dream I had with him hit me hard.

"Fenrir," I whimpered.

I clung to him, rubbing myself against every muscle of his sculpted body. He sighed, invading the room and pushing me toward the bed.

It was even worse; his scent was embedded in the air, hitting me and making me even more thirsty for him.

The canopy bed was huge, and the mattress was soft and comfortable. On the sides, there were nightstands, empty. The wall on the left side was entirely made of glass, like the one downstairs, with a view of the forest.

There was a corner fireplace made of the same stones as the house. The fire was almost out. Fenrir walked over to it, tossing some firewood in, trying to bring the source of warmth back to heat me.

I looked at his closet, remembering the first time I was there, invading his privacy to snoop around when he left me alone. The attached bathroom was spacious, with a bathtub I would definitely try out at some point.

I crawled on the mattress, crushing the dark blue sheets, tangling them, and made my way to the edge of the bed.

"I need you," I gasped.

My body felt like it was about to spontaneously combust. If he didn’t fuck me, didn’t touch me, it was going to happen.

I released more pheromones, soaking my pussy and exhaling the scent of my arousal.

He flared his nostrils and gritted his teeth.

"It’s just your heat."

"Just my heat?" I retorted, laughing. "God, I think I’m going to die any second if you don’t fuck me."

I laid back on the mattress, rubbing myself against the sheets that carried his scent. I slid my hand over my abdomen, moving my fingers to the middle of my legs.

"Stop it!" he growled, frustrated. "I’m at my limit, Savannah, using every bit of strength to control my beast. If you keep this up, I’ll lose control and fuck you just like you're asking."

"Oh, but that’s exactly what I want."

"Really? And then what? When you wake up from the heat hypnosis?"

I stopped the movement of my hand halfway and squeezed my eyes shut, holding my breath to avoid inhaling his scent.

He was right.

The heat made me vulnerable to him. If he touched me, we would fuck like animals, just like the first time. My heart was already in conflict, if I spent more time with Fenrir, I wouldn’t be able to do anything to stop the consequences it would bring.

In the past few weeks, since he’d been gone, I missed him, felt the sadness of the distance, but never regretted it. He went to the elders’ meeting, and when I thought he’d give me a reason to start hating him again, like I did in the beginning, he returned to the house right after it ended, without going to the lust party, ruining my plans.

The damn premature heat frustrated everything I’d achieved in the meantime, the safety I had returned to.

If we took this step, there would be no turning back. Never again.

"Bring the herbs," I exhaled.

"You’ll be safe in here. Scream if you hear anything strange, Anton will be downstairs and will come to you as soon as you need him."

"Okay." I bit my lip and rubbed against the sheets, sliding my bare thighs over them as if they were his fingers on me. "Bring the damn heat suppressor," I begged, exhaling pheromones.

I didn’t need to say it again; he left the room as if his life depended on it, slamming the door behind him.

I gripped the sheets, closing my fingers tightly around them and arching my back off the bed. The liquid from my arousal had soaked through my panties, leaving me uncomfortable.

I turned my head to the side and stared at the bathroom.

A bath. Maybe that would help improve things. I’d drown in that bathtub if I had to, do anything to not succumb to my body’s desires, to the instincts of my wolf.

"There’s no way to get pregnant, damn it!" I cursed, growling in rage. "Fenrir can’t be a father. We will never have a pup."

It wasn’t like she’d understand, but maybe stating it out loud, until it sunk into my brain, carving each word, could help.

Pregnancy was an unlikely factor, and if I spent the rest of my life anticipating the heat over and over, until I succumbed to the wildest desire of our species to procreate, I would go insane.

I got up, a little wobbly and weak, and dragged myself to the bathroom.