The Alpha's Property

*** Aiden ***

As I wake up in a flooded warehouse, I struggle to remember where I am and why I am here. My whole body aches and I cannot feel Roman at all which can only mean one thing: those chains holding me down must be silver.

I have no idea what time it is or how long I have been here. I am soaked to the bone and my face feels like an anvil has been dropped on it, while the silver prevents my werewolf's fast healing ability from kicking in.

I had been driving home after spending the evening with Eva. I was elated at how well everything was going between us, and I had already started to formulate a plan for what would happen if Eva and Summer agreed to come and live with me.

I admit I was distracted; happiness does that to a werewolf. One moment I was travelling along the mutual border between Onyx River and Silver Shore and then the next it felt like my car had exploded. I hit my head and then woke up here.

“I’m awake and ready to talk. Who are you and what do you want?” My voice echoes around the warehouse but there is no answer, and frustration builds inside me. I will rip the whole head off the bastard who has done this, never mind just his throat.

As I rattle the chair and chains and try to use my strength to free myself, I don’t notice someone approaching me.

“It's futile to fight against it, Alpha Aiden. The silver has weakened you, but I just want to talk to you and hopefully gain your alliance pushing forward. I will then free you and you can return to doing whatever you were doing before.” I recognise the voice, but I can’t place it.

“What do you want from me?” I ask in agitation.

“I want your alliance; I want your presence so I can show my father I am ready to lead and what I am capable of, and mostly, once I become Alpha, I want you to acknowledge that I outsmarted you and am therefore superior to you.”

He is basically asking me to submit to him. Who is this crazy motherfucker?

“It would be in your best interest too, Alpha Aiden, seeing as my father plans to wage war on you and your pack for your insubordination. My leadership bid and our budding alliance will lay to bed any discontent on my behalf.”

Although I feel the rage burning inside me, I decide to play the game. “Show yourself to me so I can see who I am pledging allegiance too.”

He steps closer to me, dark brown hair and piercing blue eyes. “I know it might come as a shock, Alpha Aiden, but my father has stalled for nearly three years. The Moon Stone Pack is mine, and I am ready to take what is rightfully mine.”

My hackles fly up as I look at the face of Alpha Heir Xavier Woodward Junior. No wonder his father didn’t want to pass the pack to him, the kid’s an absolute imbecile!

“Do you agree, Alpha Aiden? As payment for your freedom, will you pledge your allegiance to me?”

I give a stiff nod and he steps forward and unlocks the chains. I stand up and crack my neck and rub my wrists where the silver burns are already mostly healed. I stride over to Xavier, and he extends a hand to me. The fucking stupid, idiotic moron.

Without warning, I slam my fist into his face. “I will never submit to anyone! If your father wants a war, he has a war, and this little stunt just proves his seed is weak. He has every right to doubt your ability to lead, you are feeble and immature and you lack what it takes to be a great Alpha.” Before he can recover, I wind the silver chains around his body. They burn my hands, but I do not care. All I care about is teaching this piece of shit that I do not play. I will fucking kill him instead.

As I step out of the warehouse, I am greeted by the voice of my loyal Beta. It didn’t take him long to find me. “Alpha, thank the Goddess! I thought your mate was going to take my throat for not finding you.”

Ah, my sweetheart has been worrying about me. It confirms to me that I cannot be without her, I want her to live with me, I want to mark her and make her mine. I want to make her my Luna and be a family.

*** Alejandro ***

My beautiful wife sleeps next to me. My wife! I have a wife. And not just any wife, Salma Morales is my wife! She looks so peaceful that I feel awful to have to wake her. Maybe I wore her out too much last night, and that thought makes me smile. Last night was amazing, the connection and electricity between us seems to have magnified with the strength of our vows. I can hardly believe it: Salma is my wife, my beautiful, sexy and strong wife.

I have to wake her, though; we have numerous appointments and engagements to get through. We have to be seen together, we have to announce our marriage, her father’s death, our impending takeover and plan Jose’s funeral.

"Despierta mi querida esposa! Es hora de mostrarle al mundo que eres mía!” (“Wake up, my darling wife, it’s time to show the world you are mine!”) I say to her after trying to nudge her awake without success.

“No, it’s too early, just five more minutes.” I chuckle at her as she tries to snuggle back into the bed. She looks so cute when she sleeps.

“Come on, Chula, we have to get ready. Our families are expecting us and I can’t wait for everyone to see us together as Senor y Senora.” (Mr and Mrs).

She sits up slightly and her dark hair tumbles around her shoulders as her breasts jut pertly out at me. “Come back to bed Ale, I’m not finished with you yet.” I don’t think I’ll ever be finished with her, what a delight she is.

With my cock already hard I fall back into bed with my sweetheart where she pushes me back against the pillows before sitting astride me, using her hand to guide me inside her. I love that she has a healthy sexual appetite which rivals my own. She has a good working knowledge of her own body and her own likes and isn’t shy about telling me how she likes it. I grab her ass as she rotates her hips, caressing and squeezing my hard shaft that slides up high inside her.

“Fuck Sal, you feel even better each time.” She throws her head back in ecstasy and moves harder and faster. I rub my forefinger against her clit and she starts to chant my name, bouncing harsher and swifter as she heads towards her climax.

“Yes! Ale, yes! Oh, like that!” She shouts as her body contracts and contorts above me, bringing me to my own climax. Both of us hold on to one another and pant and gasp in exertion.

We stay joined for a few minutes before she starts to roll off me; however, I hold her in place. I don’t want her to lose a drop of my cum, I want us to be family as soon as possible.

“Hey, wait Chula, remember what we talked about?” I am referring to our earlier conversation. After our mishap with the split condom, we had talked about Sal taking the morning after pill but when Jose died, and we had to get married straight away, we changed our minds. Fate had brought us together and fate would bring us exactly what we needed.

“A baby? Now?” she asked me with doubtful eyes.

“Our baby, and yes now. I love you, Sal, and I want us to be a family, start the next generation and leave no doubt in anyone’s mind that we are the real deal and that our legacy will continue.” When she smiled at me, I knew she had a similar dream.

“Papa would have been an amazing abuelo (grandfather),” she told me with a wobbly bottom lip. My lips crashed against her, trying to comfort her through her grief.

“He would have, he would have shouted loud and woke our nino (child) from their sleep.” She laughs a little at the image.

“Okay. Okay Ale, I won’t take the morning after pill, I want children, and it’s even more important now that we start thinking of the future and our own legacy. If papa’s death can teach us anything, it’s that when your time is up, it’s up. It’s time to aprovechar el dia.” (seize the day).

So, I took my cue to abandon the condoms and now I am going one step further by ensuring my wife doesn’t lose a drop of my essence. I know this will help us move forward, and I know this will help Sal grieve for her father.

“Come on, you sexy fucker, it’s time to get ready, I think you’ve kept me with my legs in the air long enough!” She chastises me through giggles.

Willy, Sal’s driver, comes to collect us, and I can see the pride in my father’s eyes and the love in my mother’s as I walk into our family home with my wife, my future, my love.

There is no awkwardness because Sal has known my family for years and so brunch passes with no incidents. However, when Sal’s mother barges into the dining room in hysterics, everything goes to the wall.

“Jose was poisoned. It wasn’t a heart attack, someone betrayed us.” I feel her eyes fall on us and they are full of accusation.

“You are not suggesting it was us, are you?” my mother asks indignantly.

“The Kiss of Goodbye is your poison of choice, is it not, Penelope?” We all stop cold. ‘The Kiss of Goodbye’ is not only my mother’s poison of choice, but she also helped to create it. It is her signature move. I look to my mother for answers; please, I am begging internally, please don’t ruin this perfection me and my Sal have created.

Salma slowly slips her hand away from mine and I feel the animosity rolling off her. She surely doesn’t believe I would do this, does she?