Captive of the Alpha
Laxmi Hariharan
Scarlette Brooke
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
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Kayden
I stalk toward the omega harem in the stronghold of Zeus, the General of London. I'd saved his life from the Vikings and how does he reward me? He'd taken over my country and then he'd imprisoned me.
He hadn't tortured me though—mistake asshole. You should have killed me when you had the chance. My lips curl. Now I've broken out and you're never getting ahold of me again.
I may be the bastard son of a British general, but it was the leader of Scotland who brought me up. Yep, we are half-siblings, Zeus and I, and no, there's no love lost there, before you ask.
Golan, our blood father, had been barbaric in his sexual proclivities, shall we say? I snicker.
No wonder omegas looking for a safe haven had headed for Scotland. Like Lucy, the current General’s omega.
I'd sent her to infiltrate Zeus’ stronghold, and Zeus had mated her. The bastard found his soulmate thanks to me. Bet he's happily playing house with his little omega right now. My steps quicken. Enjoy yourself dear half-bro, for not only have I broken out of your safe house—surprise— I am going to penetrate your omega harem, literally. My lips curl.
In a heat cycle, an omega will do almost anything to feel an alpha cock between her legs. My pulse quickens, blood rushes to my groin. The hell? Have I been starved of pussy for so long that the thought of taking an omega is arousing me to this extent?
The blood thrums at my temples and my shoulders tense. Clearly being in this space drenched with omega essence is also going to my head.
A scent of lilies laced with the deeper scent of honey…and a touch of something spicy tugs at my nostrils.
My dick twitches. Desire slides down my spine—slow, insidious.
Not any omega…it’s the scent of this particular female that’s making my head spin.
Only when I step into the whitewashed building do I realize that I have followed her spoor all the way into this place. I look around. Everything is quiet. There are no guards to stop me? Huh. Is this a trap? Nah! Not even Zeus could have foreseen my breaking out and heading here. I prowl to the staircase and take the steps two at a time.
When I reach the top floor, I walk up the corridor.
The heady cocktail of pheromones sinks into my skin and heats my blood. My skin tightens. Sweat breaks over my forehead, and I speed up my pace. I am running by the time I reach the single door at the top of the corridor. Yes! I gulp in the air; her scent is concentrated here.
My nerve endings spark. My gut churns.
I push the door open, and stepping through, I come to a stop. Shades of green unfold in front of me. I blink, and the rooftop garden resolves into its components. Creepers bearing bunches of grapes line one side of the path. There are bougainvilleas, palm trees, sunflowers on high stalks, bluebells, and there in the middle of the space is a glimmer of water.
I stride up the path. Stems of roses scratch at my skin and I push them aside. When I reach the sunken pool of water in the center, I pause.
The rim of the pool is level with the ground. There is no one here.
The scent of lilies spiked with the unmistakable tang of omega slick teases my nostrils. My heartbeat quickens.
She rises from the shallow end of the pool on the far side and throws her dark-blonde hair over her shoulder.
The water streams from the wet strands, flows over her shoulders, and plops to the surface of the pool.
She cups more water and pours it over her shoulders.
Her back slopes down to a perfect, heart-shaped ass. Every curve is lovingly traced by her tunic. The cloth sticks to her skin, molding to every contour of her body before it dips into that crevice between her ass cheeks.
Saliva pools in my mouth. My fingers twitch to reach out and squeeze that flesh. To bury my teeth in those lush curves and mark her as mine. Mine.
She raises her head to the sun rays. Her eyes are closed; thick eyelashes sweep down to meet high cheekbones. My throat goes dry.
I am in some kind of glass house. The trapped warmth weighs down on my shoulders.
My shirt is already sticking to my back. Sweat beads my chest, but moisture of a different kind leaks from my cock.
She raises her arms over her head and trails the fingers of one hand over the other forearm.
The little tease. Bet she’s aware that I am here, watching her. This omega is making sure that I am enticed enough to want to take her right here. The scent of her arousal fills the air, and I can’t resist anymore.
I step into the sunken pool and the water drags at my pants. I wade into the tiny waves that lap around my waist.
She hums, a soft melodious tune that ebbs and flows.
A harsh purr rumbles up from me as I match my tone to hers.
Lust beads my skin, sliding to my groin.
My dick throbs with need, and I come to a halt behind her.
Whoever she is, I need to have her now. I reach out to touch her shoulder, when she turns and fixes her gaze on me.
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Chloe
Amber eyes burn into me. They are golden and brown with flames that seem to rise from the very depths of his soul.
My throat closes.
Who is he?
Why is he here?
His gaze lowers to my mouth, then continues down to my chest. My nipples pebble. I am sure he can see them outlined against the fabric of my tunic.
He drops his hand to his side and curls his fingers into a fist. Does he want to touch me? He is going to touch me… I need to leave before he does.
I try to move, but my feet are too heavy.
The sun's rays beat over my shoulders and seem to pin me in place with their intensity. Sweat beads my upper lip. A tremor snakes down my spine.
I can’t be hot and cold at the same time, can I?
Not unless…unless I am on the verge of a heat cycle? Fear twists my guts.
Yet I hold his gaze. I will not glance away.
This stranger is massive. His shoulders block out the sight of the greenhouse behind him. I don’t need to look around to know that I am alone.
My breasts are so heavy, they seem to be full and throbbing and…waiting. Waiting for his touch?
What am I thinking?
I don't know him. So how can I need him with such intensity?
My belly trembles.
A harsh purr emanates from him.
The sound envelops me—seductive, soothing—and is filled with so much promise.
I want to ask him who he is. He must sense my intention, for he shakes his head.
I open my mouth to tell him to leave when he raises a finger and scoops up a drop of water
that’s slithering down my neck.
Pin pricks of heat radiate from his touch. My head spins. I pull back with a start and my calves hit the wall that surrounds the pool.
I stumble and he snakes out an arm and hauls me close.
My breasts collide with that solid chest, and my waist cradles his crotch. He’s hard and throbbing. His turgid flesh tents his pants, leaving me in no doubt of what he wants. Me. He wants me.
I jerk back, straining in his hold, but that only pushes the lower part of my body into his.
The alpha peels back his lips, and a deep purr growls from him.
The vibrations radiate out from his center, up the sculpted pecs and the strong cords of his throat to pour out of him. Glorious subvocal notes that weave about me, curl around my shoulders, bleeding over my waist to nestle in my core.
My womb contracts, and slick gushes from between my legs.
Color burns his cheeks, and those brown eyes deepen in color. There’s an edge of cruelty to his gaze, a need to punish. It’s more than an intention to possess me. He wants to break me, to ruin me and…I… I want him to take me.
I need him to throw me down and slam his shaft into me. I want this alpha to fuck me. My stomach churns. The hell am I thinking? Adrenaline laces my blood. I need to get out of here.
I open my mouth to scream, but he clamps his big palm over my lips.
Only when his taste fills my mouth do I realize that I’ve flicked out my tongue and licked the palm of his hand—the salty essence of his skin, mixed with a deeper, more complex edge of chocolate. How could someone who looks so dangerous…taste that good?
Liquid lust drenches my core.
His nostrils flare, and the tendons of his throat slide over each other. That’s the only warning I get before he lowers me onto the short wall.
The water sloshes over me, slapping me between my legs. My core clenches. My belly flip-flops with nervousness. But underneath it all is this crazy need to submit…no, to run.
I must break the hold he has on me. I angle my body and yank up a leg to try to slide it over the side. He steps into the gap between my legs.
I widen them to accommodate his massive body. His hardness pushes into the apex of my thighs.
A groan dribbles out of me, muffled against the palm he holds over my mouth.
The tendons of his throat bunch, then he slides his hand down and under my dress.
No. I try to shake my head.
Try to tell him not to do this, not to…oh! He slides his finger into my pussy.
A shock of pleasure shoots up my spine.
My nipples pucker, my back bends, and the breath rushes out of me. My entire body seems to tense and wait, wait… His gaze narrows, and he rams another finger, then a third into my dripping channel. He twists his fingers, dragging them along my weeping inner walls.
Red sparks flare behind my eyes. My body jerks forward, and my breasts thrust into his chest. My nipples tighten to pinpoints of pleasure.
He drags his fingers back, all the way out to the opening, then inside me again, this time hitting a spot inside I didn’t know existed.
White-hot pleasure envelops me. My head falls back, and I moan. I hear the sound and only then realize he’s removed his hand from my mouth.
I raise my eyelids to find him undoing the buttons on the front of his pants. His erection springs free. Thick, broad, and with precum leaking from the tip.
My belly contracts, and another burst of slick slides out of me.
I want to reach out and touch his beautiful cock. Want it throbbing inside of me and…no, what am I thinking?
I raise my gaze to his. I need to open my mouth and tell him no. No, I don’t want this. Not like this. Instead, all that comes out is a moan. I am not encouraging him, I am not. I shake my head, then raise my hand to his shoulder and grip it so hard that my nails dig into the wet cloth.
Something of my terror must show on my face, for his features tighten.
He places his hand over my palm, then slides it over the V of his collar so my fingers are flat against his chest.
A dense plume of heat swirls off of him, and I gasp.
He draws my hand down his concave belly to cup his crotch.
I curl my fingers around his shaft and find my fingertips don’t quite meet over his girth.
I gulp and touch my tongue to my lips.
He leans in close enough for me to see the lines that fan out from his eyes. Golden sparks leap in his irises. A deep purr rolls up his chest.
The subvocal vibrations sink into my skin and warm my blood. My pulse races. Whatever he is doing, whoever he is, I can’t move, can’t protest. I want him. I need him. He must take me. Now.
I bite the inside of my cheek. Is my first time going to be with a stranger? It’s only primal lust, a need, a mingling of two different sides of a spectrum. The alpha and the omega, male and female, two extremes ready to be joined. A moan tumbles from my lips.
His shoulders flex.
He drags my fingers down the width of his shaft, then all the way up to the tip, then yanks my hand to the side. He pulls his fingers out of me, only to push aside my tunic.
Then he grips my waist, angles my hips up, and plunges into me.
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Kayden
So tight, so wet. Her pussy clamps around my thickening shaft, and I brush up against a barrier. “You’re a virgin?” My shoulders tense.
She swallows and tries to wriggle away, but I hold her in place.
“Answer me.” I growl. “Is this your first time?”
Her eyelids flutter. “Yes.” Her voice is soft and melodic, and it bleeds right into my skin.
My shaft thickens at the thought that I am her first. Her only. The fuck? Where did that thought come from? Why do I feel that once I take her, I'll never have enough of her?
Why is she so familiar?
My heart stutters.
I should pull out of her and leave. Now. I shake my head to clear it. What am I thinking? This is the perfect way to take revenge on Zeus.
What better way to make my half-brother lose face than to take an omega from under his protection and rut her?
She peers up at me and her pupils dilate. Her shoulders pull back.
The sugary scent of her slick teases my nostrils.
My groin tightens, my balls ache. Will I knot an omega who is under Zeus' protection, under Zeus' roof? Abso-fucking-lutely.
Will I take her against her will? Without hesitation.
I could make excuses and say I didn't have a choice, that I was too overcome by lust, but that's not me. I don't hide behind words.
I will not hesitate to claim what is mine.
Zeus had taken Scotland. He had occupied my territory and it’s only fair that I take what belongs to him: this omega with silken skin, and a scent that sinks into my blood, making my cock hurt.
I pull back and stay poised at the opening of her channel. “Look at me.”
I pinch her chin and her eyelids flutter fully open.
Light-green eyes stare at me.
They are so pale that they seem to reflect the color of the water around us, picking up hints of green from the surrounding garden. The color deepens, hinting at her turmoil. I could lose myself in their depths.
Why does it feel like I have been searching for her? It’s precisely that which makes me hold her gaze, as I kick my hips forward and pound into her.
My shaft breaches her sensitive barrier.
She screams, and her entire body heaves.
My throat closes. Warmth pools in my chest.
It’s her first time, she deserves better—tenderness, touches, kisses…none of which I can give her. But I can make this good for her. A deep purr rumbles up my throat. I twirl the notes over her, pulling her close.
I rest my chin on her head, knitting my fingers through her hair.
I gather her close and cradle her. I slide my hand down her waist, over her thighs and urge her to wrap her legs around me
.
Her shoulders shake, and she begins to cry.
The band around my chest tightens.
Why does this feel wrong?
It’s the wont of an omega to be rutted when in heat. And an alpha’s right to take her.
Yet, that sense of rightness that my adoptive father had instilled in me, the one that said I should always treat omegas with respect, protect them, and make sure never to abuse my rights as an alpha, all of it crowds in on me.
But the circumstances are different here.
The only way to get back at Zeus is by hurting his ego. Which means hurting her.
I angle my hips, and she raises her tear-stained face to me.
“Don’t do this.” Her chin wobbles. "Please."
Seated on the rim of the pool, she barely reaches my chest.
Her heart-shaped face is perfectly formed. Wide forehead, big eyes, pink lips that frame a mouth that is slightly parted. Desire spikes my blood, and something else, a fierce need to protect. Not a surprise, for I am an alpha, after all. The need to safeguard is built into me. For a second I hesitate and I am not sure why.
Perhaps because I don’t want to hurt her? But she shouldn't mean anything to me. She’s an asset I own…temporarily.
My muscles tense, and color bleeds from her face.
She squeezes her eyes shut, and anger thrums at my temples.
“Open your eyes.”
She swallows, but her eyes stay closed.
“Now.”
Her eyelids crack open. She stares at me, her lips trembling.
I nudge my dick further inside of her. Every bump and ribbed surface of my cock throbs. So hot. So soft. So fucking beautiful.
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