Chapter 10
Wedding Day
Gabriel
“Yeah… fuck me, Alpha. I need you so bad.” Lorraine’s moans only make the heat in my blood surge higher.
“You like that, babe?” I chuckle.
“Yes! Yes! Harder!”
Lorraine moans again, fully aware that we are alone in the changing room now. When she arrived earlier, she dismissed every servant and makeup artist. No witnesses. No interruptions. Knowing that, I let her go wild beneath me.
I almost feel sorry for the girl. Last night I forced her to get off with another man just to deal with her cravings. Truth is, I’m already getting bored of her.
Luckily Alexa will be mine soon. At least she will give me another option whenever Lorraine starts to feel dull. For now I still have to keep my mistress satisfied. After this wedding, I can enjoy Alexa for a few weeks.
“I’m about to cum,” I hiss into Lorraine’s ear.
“No, please… I need more of you,” she begs breathlessly.
Even though she pleads, I’m done entertaining her. I’ve got a wedding ceremony waiting. Once I decide that’s enough, I pick up the pace.
I drive into her fast, pounding like a damn machine. My hands clamp around her hips while her pale, round ass rests on the edge of the table. Soft. Full. Perfect under my grip. One last hard thrust slams into her.
Our moans blend with the sound of our ragged breathing. I close my eyes, almost savoring the rush spreading through my body. She just can’t get enough of my cock.
I pull out and grab a handful of tissues to clean myself. Lorraine wipes between her legs, my cum smeared over her pussy and ass. When she finishes, she fixes her dress and clings to my arm.
“Baby, I love you so much.” She puckers her lips and kisses my chin.
“Thanks.” I smile while tightening my tie.
“Here, let me.” She reaches up and takes over, adjusting the tie neatly.
“You sure you shouldn’t clean yourself up first?” I run my fingers through her hair, smoothing the messy strands. “You look like you overdosed on my cum.”
“It’s fine. Let them see how badly you ruined me.” She presses her nose against mine and kisses my lips again before stepping back after straightening my cream colored tie. “I just love you too much.”
“Yeah, I heard you. I love you too.” The words slip out easily. That line always keeps her quiet.
Lorraine giggles while helping me slip on my suit jacket. “In that case,” she mutters, wrapping her arms around me from behind, “why don’t you cancel the wedding? Wouldn’t it be better if today was our wedding day?”
My brows knit together. I grab her wrists and pull her arms off me, shaking my head.
“Quit joking around. I can’t lose this chance. You know how important this is to me.” I pick up a white handkerchief from the table.
“But you said you love me. We’re true mates. Why can’t we be together?” Lorraine presses again, her voice tight.
As I slide the handkerchief into my pocket, I answer calmly. “We are together. Alexa already agreed you can be my mistress.”
“Not that. I want to be your real wife.” Her voice sharpens. “I should be the true Luna, not her. She doesn’t even love you.”
“Shut up!” I snap.
Her jaw tightens as I glare at her. I have never raised my voice at her before, but she’s pushing too far. My hand clamps around her arm while I lick my lower lip.
“You should be grateful you still have a place here. Yeah, we’re mates, but that doesn’t make you irreplaceable.
You’re not on her level. Hell, you couldn’t even land a single punch on her.
” I make sure she understands her place.
“Now get your stubborn ass to the ballroom and stand beside my bride.” I jerk my chin toward the door.
Usually she would obey right away. This time she doesn’t move. Her eyes grow glossy. Her fists tighten at her sides. She bites her lip hard before letting out a low growl.
“You can’t do this to me. I’m indispensable. You’ll regret this.”
“What are you gonna do? Cry to your mommy?” I scoff, turning toward the mirror to check my reflection.
“I know what you did in the Alpha test,” she says coldly. “I’ll tell the elders. They’ll punish you for cheating.”
I pause and look at her reflection in the mirror. The determination in her eyes irritates me.
“No one’s gonna believe you,” I grunt.
“I have proof. I saw everything.”
My ears prick at that. I slowly turn to face her. A rumble of unease spreads through my chest. My fingertips tingle. My neck tightens as a sliver of panic creeps in.
“What proof?” I ask, stepping closer.
She steps back. I shift to block the door behind her. In the back of my mind, Zeev stirs, my wolf whispering his warnings.
“I asked you, Lorraine,” I say, voice low. “What proof do you have? What exactly did you see?”
She keeps backing away as I advance. I let my Alpha dominance flood the room. The pressure forces her wolf to submit. Her body trembles. Her face drains of color.
“I know what you did to Harlow,” she stutters. “If not for you, he would’ve become our Alpha.”
That’s enough. I already know what needs to happen.
This is not the first time I have solved a problem like this. It won’t be the last. As long as I reach my goal, a small sacrifice means nothing.
“Safe to kill,” Zeev murmurs in agreement.
In the next second my hand clamps around Lorraine’s throat. My fingers squeeze tight, cutting off her air. No one stands in my way.
“You’ll be found hanging here,” I whisper into her ear while she chokes and claws weakly at my arm. “A tragic suicide. Heartbroken because you couldn’t bear losing me.” She gasps desperately for air.
“After that,” I murmur, tightening my grip, “your mother will be next.”