Chapter 23

Before Magnus arrival at the private club.

Magnus’ POV

“Alpha, we have to increase the security at the Border,” Elder Bartholomew—a middle aged man with silver hair—said, his voice loud and sharp—enough to cut through my thoughts but still, I struggled to concentrate.

No… I couldn’t.

Not when I can still see that girl’s face—right there in front of me—as she stood up to me earlier. Not when I can still smell the arousal clinging to her panties, the scent still lingering in my lungs; I kept that thong in my room. A national treasure. Untouchable. Not when I can still feel her heavy breasts grazing my palm. Not when I can still taste her hard, swollen peaks on my tongue, like there was some invisible milk pouring into my throat.

Fuck…..

I gripped the armrest of my throne chair tightly as I felt my cock twitching. My tits hardened.

That girl.

….Who is she, really?

I have told Roderick to get every information, he can gather o