Magnus’ POV

I paced around the room like a ragged beast about to break free, my feet hitting the cool marble floor sharply. I clenched my fists so hard until it’s hurts, because the truth is, it was the only thing tethering me to sanity. It was the only thing that still made me feel like I’m still in control of myself.

My chest rose and fell like a man who had just conquered a long-ago battle. Of course, there’s a battle. A battle between my cock and pants. A battle between my wolf and me.

My wolf wants to claim her. He wants to own her. He wants to hunt her down and devour her like his prey.

Her.

Zev….ara

That name. That girl. That smell. That sinful body.

Fuck!

As the most powerful Alpha in North America. The man who controls an army of wolves. The man who ripped his enemies apart with his bare hands—I wasn’t supposed to feel this way.

No. I’m not supposed to be restless because of a mere Omega.

I have had the opportunity to see over a thousand Powerful and influential women; Alphas, Betas, Princesses and Gammas. The women are the ones who throw themselves at me. The women are the one who pleads desperately, saying, ‘Please fuck me, Alpha Creed. I just want to have the honor of sharing a part of you.’

Then I assess them critically to see if they are worthy of me. If they deserve to share my bed or not. If they deserve to be fucked on my desk or the tennis table at the court. Whether they even deserve to touch me during intimacy or not. If they deserve to cum or not.

Yes… I determine everything because I’m not the type to love, I possess—I obsess. I don’t ask, I take. I don’t share kisses, I mark. I’m not gentle, I ruin. I’m not in for soft girls; I’m for women whose cunt has been stretched beyond limits.

And most importantly, I don’t do it twice. Once is enough. Women are too many for me to share myself with a woman twice, don’t you think?

I have fucked over a hundred—sex is the only thing that keeps me sane—since my mate died, but damnit….

No one has an effect on me like this, Omega girl ds. A mere Omega. An unmated Omega. A virgin Omega.

Fuck! I had reminded myself more than a thousand times since I met her earlier that Magnus is an Omega. Worlds apart from yours. She is everything you hate in a woman. Every damn single thing.

She’s innocent—never even been mouth fucked before.

She’s unclaimed—her pussy would still be as tight as hell.

She’s a virgin—she would probably cry if I slam one of my thick fingers inside her.

She would probably want me to adjust to her level—wants me to go slow while asking her if she’s okay.

She would expect me to talk about how much I love her—how much I love her tight little cunt.

But no matter how much I reminded myself, it was a futile effort. And that is why I have concluded that she’s no ordinary woman.

No one makes my cock twitch so hard until it hurts. No one has ever made me lose my voice. No one has made it seem like I’m a maniac. I had to pray, wish and hope that Nina doesn’t realize how much I’m struggling to stay put. I hope she doesn’t realize how my tip is already leaking from just the presence of her friend. How can I not seem to think about anything else except her?

….Zevara…..

That smell is captivating. Soothing. Addictive. I just want to remain by her side all day long, inhaling that smell until it registers in my memories. Inhaling it until she is the only fucking thing I can smell. Inhaling it until…. my wolf gets giddy from it all.

Earlier at the grand living, my wolf whimpered beneath me. ‘I want her. Claim her. Take her.’

My eyes narrowed in a mix of disbelief and confusion. ‘Is she our mate?’ I had to ask even though I know it’s not possible.

‘No,’ he snarled. ‘But I want her. All. Of. Her.’

My wolf and I had drift apart for years now because he doesn’t like my lifestyle. He doesn’t like the women I fuck. He doesn’t want them, and sincerely, it’s been affecting my performance. I found myself unable to sleep peacefully. Getting weaker than normal. But today… We were in such perfect sync, and she’s the first woman he’s wanted apart from my mate.

And that body…. Damn.

That body though.

That is sin, temptation and salvation—all rolled into one. That bouncy ass that I feel like spanking until it’s red. I had to look away earlier from the way it swayed left, right in those baggy jeans, because if I keep looking, I won’t let her go. I will go crazy and bend her on the railings and fuck her—right there in Nina’s presence.

Goddess, her breasts—heavy, lush, begging for attention.

Despite the fact that my palms are wide, I’m sure I won’t be able to lift them. They look like they are threatening to spill out of that polo. Looks like she needs help carrying them, and god knows… I’m willing to help her. I am willing to help her suckle them until it feels light—until she can no longer feel them anymore. I’m willing to help her punish and fondle them for stressing her.

And amidst it all…. I can smell her arousal. I can smell the cum leaking between her thighs. I could feel that her panties were already soaked for me.

The way she looked at me earlier felt like she knew everything was going on. The way she struggled to stay focused. The way she couldn’t even form a coherent sentence while Nina introduced us. The way she said ….Alpha…. when she finally regained her voice.

….. Alpha….

The word has never sounded so melodious until Zevara called it. Said it like she coined the word, and so she knows how to call it properly.

The title has always been taxing and burdensome, but now… I’m completely having a swell time.

As much as I want to claim this Omega, I know she’s clearly off limits. She’s barely an adult. She’s my daughter’s best friend. The same girl who had convinced me to let her stay here.

Initially, I never wanted to agree because I hated having a stranger in my personal mansion. She could be a spy sent by my enemies to bring me down. But Nina didn’t let me rest until I changed my mind.

“Goddess,” I snarled, pressing a palm on my clothed aching cock. “Please help….”

Speaking of spy, what if she’s one?

Anything is possible with over a thousand people behind me.

What if she were the one sent to bring me down?

That might explain why I’m losing control like a kid who’s never fucked a pussy before.

But if that were the case, my wolf wouldn’t have reacted to her in that manner. He would have alerted me if she were someone dangerous, but still, with forbidden black magic everywhere, anything is possible.

Quickly, I tried to mindlink Roderick, my Beta, to order him to gather every information he can find on her—but the asshole isn’t connecting. I bet he’s already wasted with over five whores littered around his room.

Fuck!

I slammed my fists on the wall as a mix of frustration and desperation slammed into me.

My abdomen is starting to ache—my release is near. I need to jerk off.

With urgent hands, I reached for my belt and yanked it off. Followed my pants and briefs. My cock sprang out. Free. Thick. Veined. Hot. Crying at the tip as it has never touched a woman before. I palm the base and throw my head back as an overwhelming sensation courses through me.

“….Holy shit….”

I yank the drawer open, reach for the lube and kick it closed.

I poured a generous amount into my palm, threw the lube away—

Then,

‘Knock. Knock.’

“….Alpha…..”