The Alpha's Daughter (eBook)

White Wolf Luna's Epic of Love and War

Kylie (Autor)

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2025 | 1. Auflage
355 Seiten
Publishdrive (Verlag)
978-0-00-100021-6 (ISBN)

Infos

'Well, today is your lucky day. You said that your mate rejected you at the ball, so chances are you never will find another one. ......Alpha James has stepped up and offered to make you his Luna.'
'I don't want to be his Luna. I refuse to be that old creep's Luna.......Alpha Ethan will rip you to shreds.'
'The wedding is happening this afternoon. Whether you like it or not. And tonight, you will be marked by Alpha James, and there is nothing that Alpha Ethan can do about it.'
***            ***              ***
Summer Everstone has spent her life as the unwanted daughter of a brutal Alpha, enduring cruelty and
humiliation-until the night she meets her true mate, Alpha Ethan Embry.
Their bond defies a generations-old blood feud, but her father would rather sell her to Alpha James,a creep than lose control.
When a forced marriage, a shocking betrayal, and her mother's murder push Summer to the brink, she must
embrace the terrifying power of her rare white wolf to survive.
As war erupts between packs, Summer uncovers dark family secrets: a missing brother, a murdered
stepmother tied to both Alphas, and her father's trafficking ring hiding in plain sight.
But the deeper she digs, the clearer the truth becomes-her father's vendetta runs darker than anyone
imagined, and the key to stopping him may lie buried in her own bloodline.
Who is Nicole Everstone? Where is Ryker? And when the final battle comes, will Summer's wolf be
strong enough-or too monstrous to control?

Book 2

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Chapter 79

He carried me over to the mats on the floor and laid me down and lay on top of me. He put either hand on either side of my head, and he leaned down to kiss me again, a lot more passionately this time.

"Aren't you afraid that we are going to be interrupted again?" I asked.

"Nope. Because no one knows where we are." He smirked. And he leaned down to kiss me again. And I was really glad at this moment that this room didn't have any windows in it. Just the vent system and air conditioning.

He started rubbing along my stomach, under my shirt, until he lifted my shirt and cupped my breast in his hand.

He pulled me to sit up, and he pulled the shirt off over my head, and he kissed me again while he took his own shirt off. And I still couldn't get enough of his rock-hard abs that were absolutely gorgeous. He was absolutely gorgeous.

He undid my bra and pulled it off and laid me back down on the mat while he started working my tights down, and I kicked off my shoes. He pulled my legs up towards him so that he could get my tights off, and he started kissing up my legs and up my stomach until he got back to my mouth, and kissed me like I was oxygen to him. Like he couldn't get enough, but really passionately at the same time. Not too rough.

When he started working his shorts down, I reached between us, my fingers brushing over his hips to help him along. His eyes locked onto mine, dark with something that made my whole body tighten in anticipation. He smirked when I pushed his shorts down and he kicked them aside. He rolled us over in one smooth motion so that I straddled his hips, my thighs pressed to either side of him, feeling the thick, hard length of him under me, making my core throb with need.

I leaned down, pressing kisses along his jawline, tasting the salt of his skin and the faint trace of sweat that lingered there. My lips traveled down his neck, lingering over his mark, the spot where his claim on me lived under my skin, pulsing with every beat of my heart. The moan that rumbled out of him when I kissed that spot made me smile against him, my teeth grazing lightly before I pulled back.

I shifted my hips, lowering myself so that my slick folds brushed over his cock. The contact sent a jolt of pleasure through me, my breath catching as I moved my hips in slow, teasing circles. His hands clamped down on my thighs, his grip tight enough to leave marks, but I didn’t mind. The little sting only made me want him more.

I could feel the heat of my breasts rubbing against his chest as I moved, my nipples brushing over his skin with every roll of my hips. The friction sent sparks dancing up my spine, and his low groans turned into breathless moans that made my insides twist deliciously.

"Fuck, baby," he breathed, his hands sliding up to my hips to guide my movements. His lips found mine again, his tongue pushing into my mouth without waiting for an invitation. I gave myself over to the kiss, letting it swallow every sound that threatened to escape.

He let me tease him for as long as I wanted, my hips moving up and down, dragging my slick folds along his cock, feeling it grow even harder beneath me. I loved the way he lay back, eyes half-closed, jaw clenched tight as he fought to keep himself from losing control too soon.

When he finally couldn’t take it anymore, he grabbed my hips firmly, stilling me for just a heartbeat before he reached down between us. His fingers brushed against my swollen folds, sending a shiver down my spine as he guided himself to my entrance. Slowly, so agonizingly slowly, he pushed me down onto him. The stretch was delicious, that perfect ache that made me gasp and bite my lip. He took his time, easing deeper and deeper, letting me feel every inch of him until he was buried inside me, all the way to the hilt.

He stayed there for a moment, giving me time to adjust to the fullness, his thumb tracing lazy circles on my hip. When I finally started to move, I did it slowly at first, lifting my hips until only his tip remained inside me before sliding back down, the friction making me shiver all over. I braced my hands on his chest, feeling his muscles tighten beneath my palms.

"Holy fuck. Are you fucking kidding me?" Ethan moaned, his voice breaking on the last word. His head fell back, his eyes fluttering shut as he drowned in the feeling. The raw pleasure on his face made me smirk wickedly. I leaned down, capturing his mouth with mine, swallowing every curse and moan that spilled from his lips.

I kept that slow, steady pace for a while, loving the way he trembled under me, the way he couldn’t keep his hands still, sliding up and down my back, tangling in my hair, gripping my hips like he’d die if he let go. I could feel my own orgasm building with every roll of my hips, that tight coil in my belly threatening to snap.

I kept going at that pace for a while, but I did start speeding up, as I was still pulling his whole cock out of my pussy and then back in. He was loving it too much for me to stop. I didn't want to stop.

It was the first time that I had seen Ethan come undone like this, and I can't even explain how much he was really loving it. After a while Ethan pushed me up and I sat up on him and I was riding him, like a cowboy, for a while and I could feel myself coming undone.

"That's it, baby." Ethan moaned. I could feel myself coming undone, and there was no way that I was ready for this to end.

I rode him for as long as I possibly could before I finally laid back down on him, and I forced him to roll over so that he was on top of me.

 

Chapter 80

I think the action took him a little by surprise, but he wasn't complaining, and he didn't lose momentum either. He kept pounding into me, and I wrapped my legs around his back. My fingernails were sticking into his back, which only spurred Ethan on more.

He started kissing my neck, and I threw my head back and moaned once he sucked on my mark. And he paid a lot of attention to that area. He was proud of it; I knew that. He was proud that it was his mark on my shoulder and that I belonged to him. Forever. As he sucked on my mark, I could feel myself undoing at the seams, and he knew it as well. I heard a small growl in his chest that vibrated on my mark, and I plunged over the precipice of my orgasm and rode it out while Ethan was still sucking on my mark. With another couple of thrusts, Ethan's cock twitched inside of me. Finding his release and slowing down on top of me.

He put his head up and moved my hair to the side so there was none in my face, and he kissed me.

"I love you more than you will ever know." He says.

I smiled up at him, brushing my fingertips across his cheek, feeling the rough stubble there, grounding myself in the warmth of him. “I know how much you love me,” I breathed out softly, my voice still a little shaky from the intensity of everything we’d just shared. “As much as I love you.”

Ethan finally rolled off me, flopping down onto the mat beside me, both of us panting, our chests rising and falling in perfect, exhausted sync. He draped his arm across my stomach, his palm warm against my skin, and for a moment, we just lay there, the quiet of the training room wrapping around us like a blanket.

“So, I guess that’s enough training for today,” Ethan said after a few moments, his voice tinged with that teasing tone that always made me roll my eyes.

“You wish,” I shot back, my lips curling into a lazy grin. “I’m just going to get a drink and something to eat before I get back to it.”

“You’re a workaholic, you know that?” he teased, tracing lazy circles on my stomach with his fingertips.

“I know,” I said, tilting my head to look at him, our eyes locking in that soft, familiar way. “And you love it.”

He rolled onto his side, propping his head up on one hand, his elbow bent so he could stare at me properly. The smirk on his lips made my heart flip in my chest all over again.

“I really wish I could deny that,” he said, chuckling under his breath. “But I can’t. It is a bit of a turn-on.”

That made me laugh, and he leaned forward, pressing a quick kiss to my lips before we finally found the motivation to get up. We pulled on our clothes again, the comfortable silence between us filled only by the rustle of fabric and the occasional brush of his fingers against my bare skin. We left the training room hand in hand and made our way back to the kitchen, the smell of coffee and fresh air drifting through the open window.

Ethan made me sit at the bench while he rummaged through the fridge and the pantry, putting together something quick and easy for both of us to eat. I watched him, my chin propped on my hand, taking in every little thing about him—the way his shoulders flexed when he moved, the way his hair fell over his forehead, and the little furrow between his brows when he was concentrating. Outside the kitchen window, I could see people milling about, warriors standing watch while others busied themselves with whatever tasks needed doing. I couldn’t quite make out what they were up to, but I knew everyone was trying to keep themselves busy, trying to heal in their own ways.

“How did it go this morning? With that fight?” I asked, breaking the comfortable silence.

“It was alright,” Ethan said, his back still to me as he plated up the food. “I just needed to go and sort it out. It was nothing that you need to worry about.”

“If you say so,” I replied, not entirely convinced. He turned around to look at me, one eyebrow raised, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

“People were accusing other people that they...

Produkt-Details

• Erscheint lt. Verlag: 8.8.2025
• Sprache: englisch
• Themenwelt: Literatur ► Romane / Erzählungen
• ISBN-10: 0-00-100021-7 / 0001000217
• ISBN-13: 978-0-00-100021-6 / 9780001000216