Alpha Derrick's POV
"You could have just killed him. Why bring him here?" Anita snapped the moment we entered my chambers.
I sighed but ignored her as I began undressing, preparing to take a shower.
"Derrick, the plan was to wipe out every single member of his family, so why are you letting his son live?" she demanded again, her voice sharp with frustration.
This time, it got on my nerves.
"Because I want to. Do you have a problem with that?" I asked, raising a challenging brow at her.
I was getting fed up with Anita's attitude. Heaven knows that if she weren't like a daughter to Father Magnus—who took her in after her father, his Beta, and best friend, died on the front line—I would have severed ties with her a long time ago. She was pushing me to my limit.
Anita frowned deeply, throwing a suspicious glance at me. "So why is he here? For slavery or what?"
I went silent. I didn't even know why I brought Nathan here. Maybe it was the fact that I couldn't kill him. I couldn't bring myself to end his life—but I couldn't say that to Anita.
"Slavery," I finally said. "Death is a simple sentence for him."
Without giving her a chance to respond, I turned and walked toward the bathroom.
Reaching the bathroom, I put on the shower and stood under it. The hot water cascaded over my skin, but it did nothing to wash away the thoughts swirling in my head.
Nathan.
I had fucked him. And despite it being a punishment, I had enjoyed it.
I had never felt such a sensation with anyone before. In fact, I had never been with a man before.
Nathan was my first, and yet, I enjoyed it…
And that realization sent a shiver down my spine.
He was supposed to be a slave. I was supposed to hate him, to kill him just like I killed his father—but I couldn't. And damn it! Those eyes of his, those sea-blue eyes, they looked so captivating… How could a man look so beautiful, so breathtaking?
Nathan was supposed to be nothing more than a prisoner, a slave, a mere tool for my anger and punishment. And yet, here I was, standing under the scorching water, replaying the way he looked at me last night.
Defiant. Angry. But underneath it, something else lingered. Something different.
I clenched my fists, my nails biting into my palms as I cursed under my breath.
I should have killed him.
I should have ended his life the moment I had my way with him.
But I didn't.
And now, instead of washing off the filth of war, of blood, of everything I had done, all I could feel was the lingering heat of his body against mine. The way he writhed beneath me, the way his breath hitched despite his resistance.
Fuck.
I slammed a fist against the cold tile wall, my chest rising and falling with frustration.
I had fucked him as punishment. I had meant to break him, humiliate him, make him beg for mercy.
But instead, I found myself wanting more.
Wanting to see those damn blue eyes darken with something other than hatred.
Wanting to hear him moan my name, not in pain, but in pleasure.
I gritted my teeth, forcing myself to push those thoughts away.
This was weakness.
And weakness had no place in my world.
Nathan was my prisoner. My enemy.
Nothing more.
I turned off the shower and stepped out, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around my waist. Staring at my reflection in the fogged-up mirror, I barely recognized the man staring back at me.
No.
This ends here.
Whatever hold Nathan had on me, whatever madness was creeping into my mind, I would end it.
I had to.
I had to hate him.
When I stepped back into my room, Anita was still there, standing by the fireplace with her arms crossed. She turned at the sound of my footsteps, her gaze dragging over my damp, exposed skin before settling on my face.
A slow smirk played on her lips.
"You look tense," she murmured, stepping closer.
I said nothing. I wasn't in the mood for her games.
She reached out, trailing her fingers down my chest. "Let me give you a welcome gift," she whispered, her voice sultry, filled with desire.
I should have felt something. Desire. Lust. Anything.
But I didn't.
Not even when she pressed her body against mine, her lips brushing my jaw.
Still, I let her touch me, let her fingers ghost over my abdomen, let her nails rake lightly over my skin. Maybe this would help. Maybe if I fucked her, I could erase the images of Nathan from my mind.
"On your knees," I ordered, my voice cold and Authoritative.
She smirked in satisfaction, dropping to the floor before me.
I reached for the towel, slowly unwrapping it from my waist and displaying my cock to her.
Anita seemed pleased and wrapped her hands around my cock as she began to stroke it, but I didn't feel the thrill that I should, even as her lips parted, as she leaned forward—
All I saw was Nathan.
All I wanted was him.
Fuck.
I pulled out of Anita's mouth abruptly. "Go to the bed."
She smirked as she got up on her feet, undressed slowly, and lay back on the bed, her legs spread apart, her body on full display for me.
I didn't waste time, my cock was already hard and aching, but not for her. For someone else.
Moving over to the drawer, I took a single pack of condom, tore it and slide it on.
I crawled onto the bed, grabbing Anita's ankles and yanking her closer, making her gasp in surprise.
"You're in a hurry tonight? Let me pleasure you with my mouth," she purred, but I wasn't in the mood for that.
I wrapped my fingers around her throat, squeezing just enough to make her gasp. "Shut up," I growled, watching her eyes widen with excitement.
Her lips parted, her breath hitching as I tightened my grip just a little more. "Yes, Alpha," she whispered.
That sent a dark thrill through me. I released her throat and grabbed her hips, flipping her onto her stomach in one swift motion. She barely had time to brace herself before I yanked her up onto her knees, positioning her exactly how I wanted.
I ran a hand down her spine, feeling her shiver under my touch. "You're wet already," I noted darkly, dragging my fingers through her slick folds.
She whimpered, pressing back against me, silently begging for more.
But I wasn't feeling generous tonight.
I grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanking her head back as I aligned my dick with her entrance. "Beg for it," I commanded.
She moaned, her fingers gripping the sheets. "Please, Derrick," she gasped. "I need you. Fuck me."
That was all I needed.
With one hard thrust, I slammed into her, making her cry out. I didn't give her time to adjust—I didn't want to. I set a brutal pace from the start, pounding into her relentlessly. The bed frame groaned under the force, the sound of flesh meeting flesh echoing through the room.
Anita moaned loudly, her body rocking forward with every thrust, but I pulled her back against me, keeping her exactly where I wanted. My grip on her hips was bruising, my nails digging into her flesh as I took her hard and rough, just the way I needed.
"This is what you wanted, right?" I asked, yanking her head back so she had no choice but to look at me.
"You, Derrick," she panted, her voice breaking with pleasure. "This."
My frown deepened. "Damn right."
I released her hair and pressed her chest down onto the mattress, driving deeper into her. My control was slipping, my wolf silent as I fucked her like an animal.
She was screaming now, her body shuddering beneath me, but I didn't stop. I couldn't stop. Not until I had wiped Nathan off my mind, and it wasn't working yet.
Anita's body trembled beneath me, her moans filling the room as I drove into her relentlessly. But no matter how hard I took her, no matter how much she screamed my name, it wasn't enough.
Because it wasn't him.
I clenched my jaw, trying to push the thought away, but it was useless. My mind betrayed me, painting a different picture. It wasn't Anita's dark hair spilling over her shoulders—it was Nathan's blond hair. It wasn't Anita's moans filling my ears—it was Nathan's breathless whimpers, the way I knew he would sound if I had him like this.
"Derrick…" Anita gasped, her voice breaking with pleasure as she arched her back, pressing against me. But for a moment, I didn't hear Anita. I heard Nathan.
A violent need surged through me. I pulled out of her suddenly, making her whimper at the loss. Before she could protest, I flipped onto my back and grabbed her by the waist, pulling her over me.
"Ride me," I ordered, my voice rough with need.
Anita grinned, straddling me eagerly. She reached down, positioning herself before sinking onto my cock with a moan. Her head fell back, her nails digging into my chest as she took me deep.
I gritted my teeth, my hands gripping her hips tightly as she began to move. But I wasn't watching Anita anymore.
I was watching Nathan.
In my mind, it was him above me, his lips parted in breathless pleasure. It was his soft skin beneath my hands, his tight hole wrapped around me.
"Fuck," I growled, my grip tightening. I drove my hips up hard, making Anita cry out. But all I saw was Nathan.
Would he enjoy it? Would he try to fight the pleasure, or would he surrender to it completely?
I imagined him trembling above me, his nails raking down my chest as he lost himself in the pleasure only I could give him.
A low, possessive growl rumbled from my chest. Nathan wasn't supposed to be in my head like this. He wasn't supposed to be the one I craved.
But he was. Just twenty-four hours after meeting him, and he was already driving me insane.
Anita's pace quickened, her nails scraping against my chest as she rode me harder, chasing her release. My grip on her hips was firm, guiding her movements, but my mind was elsewhere.
Not here. Not with her.
With Nathan.
I could almost see him—imagine the way his body would tremble above me, the way his lips would part in a gasp as he took me deep. My control slipped at the thought, my grip tightening as I thrust up into Anita with brutal force.
"Derrick—" Anita gasped, her body tensing. She was close.
I was too.
With one last brutal thrust, I sent her over the edge. Her pussy clenched around me as she cried out, shuddering in pleasure. The sensation pushed me past my limit, and with a low growl, I released.
Pleasure ripped through me, my release spilling into the condom as I buried myself deep inside her. My breathing was heavy, my chest rising and falling as I rode out the aftershocks.
For a brief moment, silence filled the room, broken only by Anita's soft panting beside me.
Then, without a word, I reached down and pulled the condom off, tossing it aside. My body was still humming with satisfaction, but the moment was already fading.
This was the first time I was fucking Anita and feeling satisfied—and that was only because I imagined it was Nathan in her place.
Anita stretched beside me, her fingers lazily trailing down my chest. "Damn," she breathed. "This is definitely our best fuck."
I didn't answer. Instead, I turned my back on her, pulled the blanket over me, and forced myself to sleep.