The Rogue Is A Female Alpha


    <i>Zephyrine </i>


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    I moaned, soft, broken, passion ring through my bones, heating my heart, and stirring me awake. With my thighs trembling gently, I realized what had roused me.


    It was him. Lycannar.


    “Ohh…” I gasped into my pillow when his tongue found the sweetest spot, when he closed his mouth over my clit.


    It was morning, sunlight spilling across my chamber while Lycannar was between my thighs, sucking on my clitoris. A perfect way to wake. For the first time, I had slept peacefully in my own bed. We had made love against night, and when we returned, Isolde and the other maids weren’t around. They were still busy in the after–party hall.


    My eyes fluttered closed as sensation built in my veins, my soul. I licked my lips, bit down on the lower one, and tangled my fingers in his hair.


    “Lycan…” I moaned his name, but in answer he only locked onto me harder. I was gone within moments, lost to the rhythm of his tongue, even when footsteps approached and my chamber door creaked open.


    “Good morning, mydy. You have… Isolde’s words cut off. She gasped, mmed the door shut, and vanished.


    I ignored it all. I couldn’t think, couldn’t care. His tongue was too merciless, too skilled, and I hated to imagine he had ever touched another woman like this when I wasn’t yet in his life.


    “Ohh, ohh please, Lycan…” My moans broke free as I climbed higher. His tongue teased, circled, then pressed down on my clitoris until my body seized, shivered, and broke apart in climax.


    My hips jerked, my hand clutched the sheets, and suddenly I squirted. His fingers slid inside me, stroking, coaxing, while my cries filled the chamber. I shook violently, wetting the bed beneath us.


    Only then did he climb up, his body pressed to mine before rolling to his side. Still trembling, I reached for him, kissed his lips, and slid my hand down his chest. My fingers wrapped around his cock, stroking slowly before I lowered myself to take him in my mouth.


    A low growl rumbled from him when he hit the back of my throat. His hand came to guide me, and I obeyed, listening, learning. I stroked and sucked until his touch grew heavier, more desperate. He was close.


    At that moment, Isolde, foolishly thinking we had finished, pushed open the door again only to m it shut for the second time.


    Neither of us reacted. We were lost in our own world. His palm cupped the back of my head, holding me down as his cock pulsed, releasing thickly down my throat. I stroked him through thest tremors until his sigh broke free, shaky, guttural, raw with sensation.


    When it was over, I kissed him again, and we curled into the bed, not caring about the mess of sweat and wetness staining the sheets. He kissed me hard, and when he finally leaned back, Iy with my head on his chest, savoring his warmth.


    “Good morning,” I whispered, but he didn’t reply.


    Finished


    I pulled back, studying his face, the face I was learning to love more and more each morning. He licked his lips, as though still tasting me, then frowned faintly.


    “If I were to decide for you, Zephyrine,” he said softly, voice calm but edged, “I’d say bulldozing into that ce where your brother is held, dragging him out by force, that would be the best choice.”<fncbce> Th?s chapter is updated by find?novel</fncbce>


    My chest clenched. He was thinking of my brother.


    “You know ckwater?” I asked. His brow arched, but then he shook his head.


    Of course. Lycans wouldn’t know. It was a ce whispered among werewolves. Stone was a werewolf, after all.


    “It’s a vile ce,” I told him. “ves are bought and sold. Torture and filth. No one who goes therees out free. I spoke to the man in charge. Stone. But instead of giving me my brother…” My voice trailed, shaking. “Instead of giving me Varyn, he proposed I be his whore.”


    Lycannar went still. His gaze snapped to mine, and I saw it. The pale gold of his eyes shifting into that rare


    green.


    “He touched you?” he asked, his voice low and dangerous.


    I swallowed and nodded.


    “He tried to force himself on me. He would have, if not for the horse you gave me. She’s fierce, fast. I wouldn’t have survived without her, I swear <i>it</i>.”


    His jaw tightened, his eyes scanning mine, searching. Then his voice dropped lower.


    “You sent a letter to my sister for a healer, before you even returned from ckwater. Why? You already knew you’d be wounded? Or…” His eyes narrowed. “Or were you already slipping from an injury?”


    The question hung heavy between us. I shifted, tried to move away, but he caught my arm and pulled me back down against him.


    “Tell me. What’s wrong?”


    I looked into his eyes, then lowered mine, quiet.


    “An arrow pierced my side. Stone, the leader of ckwater, shot me. He is… he is a cruel man.”


    At those words, Lycannar’s touch went cold and I look into his eyes. There I saw it. I didn’t need to ask. I knew. Stone’s days were already numbered. Lycannar might not tell me, might never show me the body but something deep in me knew. Stone would soon be rotting.


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