It was girl's night. A night where us ladies had found the free time to snuggle up under each other and enjoy a movie or two. Popcorn. Drinks. Snacks of all different kind. Angela, Brittany, and I craved this night and we made it a night to remember. Laughs. Jokes. We were definitely creating memorable moments.

"I'm tired now." Angela confirmed yawning and extending her arms to a stretch. I was not sure if she was really being hit with the curse of the sandman or was she ready to disappear to find Steven. Either way I was exhausted too and was ready to turn in.

We have been locked up in Brittany's room for hours and now it was time to call it a night.

"So am I." Brittany was the last to confirm.

Cleaning up the created mess before saying our good night's to Brittany, Angela and I exited her room and parted ways in the hall. I entered my room, kicked off my slippers, removed my shorts, and slipped between under my plush blanket and soft sheets. It was hard to explain how good it felt being in bed.

Good until I was interrupted. It was like a needle against my skull.

I could hear the base that he carried in his tone, his wolf clawing at mine to come to him. It was obvious something was heavy on his mind, and by the sound of it, it was either something I did or something I was going to be blamed for.

It was obvious that I was enraged. Kicking off the blankets and stomping my feet like a stubborn child across the floor. I snatched up my shorts, slipping them on as I made my exit.

I huffed, listening as the wood nearly cracked under my hits as I knocked. It didn't take long for him to grant me permission to enter. As invited, I walked in.

"Yes?" I was not happy about being ripped from my bed. I'm pretty sure anyone could tell by the sound of my voice.

He looked professional sitting at his desk. His body slightly hunched over the papers and folders scattered over the top, I could tell it was his business issues that had gotten to him. He never looked up for the first few moments. Instead, he began to clean up the papers, shoving them into their proper folders and into the proper drawers and file cabinets. I waited quietly, hoping not to add to the problems that he was already being hit with.

"I-uh." He finally took notice of me. A once stressful look had now shifted to something else. His features softened as he pushed himself from his desk. He made his way around the desk, which put him right in front of me.

It was an awkward moment. The way he stared at me. The way he did not even dare to break his stare despite my look of uncertainty. Then there was that scent. That antagonizing aroma that entangled me in to a web of lustful thinking.

It was his touch that helped ignite that spark. That serge of electricity that soared through my body until it fueled my core. His arm slithered around my hips; his other hand against my arm became the sole creator of goosebumps that rose from my skin.

I watched his fingers intertwine around the straps of my shirt. Their devious gestures controlled by his mind. My eyes fluttered closed. Mesmerized by the soft and aristocratic touch, I began to damn myself again. Again, I was lost in a sea of his actions. Again, I had allowed him to take control of my needs and wants. Doubts consumed me. This was the perfect moment to cease it all. The thought came across my mind. That was until he kissed me.

His cloying lips pecked at my shoulder blade, caressing it with the attention that every part of me desired. It was not fair. It was not fair that he held such control over me.

He kissed at my neck, fondling the sensitive flesh with his sweet gestures. He pulled me from my feet. My legs entangled around his torso, I looked at him. I became a lost mess in his eyes. Bright windows that soon went dark when he sat me on his desk. His hand gripping the back of my neck, he leaned in, pressing for a kiss that he quickly dominated in.

"I want to hear you moan." He whispered against my trembling lips.

It was certain now. I had fallen into his trap once again.

He pulled the material of my shirt up and over my head, tossing it across the room without a care. I took it upon myself to remove his. By the look on his face, he fancied my control. So did I.

His darkness consuming his orbs and his smile so large that it would make anyone question his sanity, I began to think that he was mad for me. He forced me closer to him. His body positioned right between my legs, he made sure I felt what he had to offer me. My goddess was it an offering.

He shoved at the few things that still occupied the desk. A pen holder. A small notepad. A reading lamp. All went crumbling down to the floor. As his eyes watched, I laid back, admiring my reflection through his glossy eyes. I was reluctant to admit at times but I was as hungry as he was. My dark cloudy eyes made that perfectly clear.

He pulled at my shorts, tossing them away just as my shirt. I could feel the air thin. We have done this before but it still felt so foreign to me. It was the kisses that brought me back to reality. Each leaving behind the hot rich fire of his touch. My chin. My shoulder. My body reacted, arching up to him when his lips swallowed my nipples.

His tongue twirled. His lips massaged. His teeth nipped and tugged with each and every moan that slipped through my trembling lips. My abdomen caved as my lower half raised to feel for him. He welcomed me. Masculine hands reached between us, reaching for the nub and taking it with a pinch.

A shiver wrapped around my body but never stopped. My head titled back. Each act of pleasure sent me into shock. He kissed me again, our lips entangled in a battle of domination. This time, I was successful. My reward? His lips.

Lowered to the floor, I watched as his face disappeared behind my mountain breast. Still, I could feel him. His grip on my thighs. His exhaling breath that flowed against my aching flesh. His cottony kisses against my inner legs. It was an unbearable moment.

That was until he kissed me. I never knew me to purr so much but tonight, a wolf became a feline. My back arched, my hands digging into his arms, I unleashed a drawn-out and steamy moan that I could no longer contain.

"Shit." His tongue was a gift from the goddess.

His attention was on my swollen lips and nub. It was hard not to wince every time he swallowed it up inside of his mouth. Hidden between his lips was the little monster that sought to please me. As his tongue fiddled with my sensitive slit, I could only imagine him doing this all night.

My fingers latched onto his thick strands of hair, holding on for dear life. This was a roller coaster, a whirl winding ride that I stupidly continued to ride.

"Xavier." I uttered. A snarl slipped through his occupied lips as he continued to show me the attention that I needed.

"Cum for me." It sounded more of a demand then a suggestion.

I hated taking orders but right now, I could not argue. I was on the brink of no return, hanging onto the ledge, ready to plummet into the river of ecstasy. Greeting his mouth with my own thrust, my hips rocking with the rhythm of his tongue, I anticipated the growing need to follow his previous order.

As he waited to feel the confirmation on his tongue, he groaned against my throbbing slit before his finger slipped into my opening. His finger arched, gently massaging my spot as he multiplied the pleasure.

I knew from there that it was over for me. My back bridged. My legs crumbled around his neck as my body fell into an unrealistic box filled with nothing but pleasure that I had never felt before. He leaned up, consuming each and every drop as he licked at his middle finger.

I was pulled up despite my obvious weak state. His hold was the only thing keeping me afloat. He watched me. Embarrassed, I looked away, pleading to myself not to allow the prisons in his eyes to entrap me any further.

I bit my lip, fighting the yawn that finally broke free after the third time.

"You're tired." His lips brushed against my forehead. "You should go to bed."

He pulled away from me. I watched him return to his desk. Sliding off of his desk, I quickly gathered my things and put them on, careless about their correct placement.

"Um-goodnight?" I wasn't sure what to really say to him at this point. I guess it's because I had no idea where we stood.

"Go to bed Amira." He spoke sternly again before that weakening smile made another appearance.

I rolled my eyes as I made my exit from his personal office...

I had no idea what this day had in store for me. I just knew I did not want to be a part of it. With the White Mountain tribe coming into town today, I knew the house would be nothing but an unavoidable chaos.

Socializing. Just the thought made my skin cringe.

As I dressed, I could feel Brittany calling for me. My thought was to ignore it however I knew she would not accept it. I tied up my hair, taking my time to avoid small conversation that either discussed how I spent a majority of my life in a human city or hear stories about how my father and the previous Alpha were a feared yet respected duo.

Either way, I did not want to hear it...

Finally, I joined the party. Booming from the rear of the house was the ear splitting sound of the speakers and the constant commotion of others yelling over the music to entertain a conversation. This was no meeting. This was a party between the two packs who had come together for what I thought was business.

"Nice of you to finally join." I looked, playfully rolling my eyes at her.

"Trust me, it was not my plan." I referred to a nagging Brittany.

"I see. Any who, let's go. I few introductions need to be made." Angela began to shove me toward the growing crowd.

"Do we really have to do this?"

"It's necessary to be aware of current alias leaders." She leaned into to whisper. "Especially when you are fucking one of them."

"Don't you fucking say that-"

"Amira, this is Alpha Adam of the White Mountain tribe." Her smile had enlarged.

"Nice to meet you." I played along for now but I knew Angela was playing a dirty game.

I took in the features of the Alpha. His broad frame, height, hazel eyes, and his muscular facial features.

"Pleasure to meet you as well." He responded with kind words.

"And this is his Luna. Amber."

"Nice to meet you." She was beautiful I must say. The fire in her hair shaped her oval face perfectly, which helped compliment her brown eyes and body which seemed well taken care off. Sad to say junk food would not allow me to obtain a figure such as hers.

"Great to meet you too." Just as Adam, she had a smile that would make anyone envious.

They were a gorgeous duo, an eye catching couple that stood out amongst the crowd. They seemed to be such nice leaders. I would suggest Xavier learn a little something from them.

I could not help but grin when I thought of him. I must look absolutely ridiculous smiling at the moment but I could not seem to wipe the grin off of my face.

Speaking of Xavier. Where was he?

I smiled before I respectfully dismissed myself from the Alpha and Luna. Looking around the backyard, my eyes searching over the extended lawn in search of him..

"Brittany will you stop that shit?"

"What? What did I do?" Her devious smile said it all.

"The weird flirty thing you're doing."

"I can't help it; the men in the White Mountain tribe are absolutely delicious."

She waved playfully at them across the pool. Licking her lips and winking as the men watched in need.

"It's no stopping her." Angela fiddled with her phone.

"I see."

I finished my drink, my eyes straight forward in hopes of ignoring the other table. Allen, Xavier, and Steven were sitting at the main table. His attention was snatched by the guys, completely naive of the flirtatious woman around him.

Play nice. I had to remind myself repeatedly to tame the growing anger from my inner wolf...

Hours had passed. The night had consumed the land. The party was disbursing. Most had left to take to the trees. Others had disappeared to their room for a night cap with a guest of their choice.

Angela had gone. Steven had gone as well. Brittany, who had spent her time flirting from a distance, had finally taken time to ease her way other the guys at the table.

Now, I was ready to end my night. I sipped the last bit of my intoxicating drink before I made my way into the house.

I stumbled upon Jazz and her own pack. They were nothing but a group of girls who only infuriated me every time I glanced upon them. There was a moment of silence when I entered. Heartbreaking how such girls could take time to stare me down. It was miserable really.

I wonder if she knew about the dirt between Xavier and I?

It was impossible.

My wolf clawed to let her know, warn her to keep herself in check. Again, I had to tame myself to play nice. I had no rights to set that rule. He was not technically mine nor was I his. It was a depressive fact however it was true. We were just two people playing a secretive game. Right now, it was just an intimate encounter.

Good sex.

Great sex.

There it was again. That smile that stretched across my face. It was a smile that would arise every time I thought of what he and I did, a smile that only seemed to irritate Jazz even more. I exited the kitchen. Leaving behind the dirty glares and light whispers from girls who cursed my name numerous times.

I walked up the stairs. My hope to take to my room was killed when my mind begged for me to go somewhere else. Xavier. I found myself sound outside of his bedroom, contemplating on if I should knock or not. Unsure, I thought about just leaving. That was until the door swung open.

A woman stepped out first. Petite with dark black hair, boned straight with a bang. She was wrapped in a bright yellow sun dress with white sandals to match. Following behind her was Xavier. With a smile that I never saw before, he watched her take leave of the room. She turned on her heels, reaching up to gift him with a soft hug.

"I have missed you." It was the light kiss on his cheek ticked me off, sending me over the edge without much chances of return.

"I have missed you too." He spoke to her, their attention fully on each other as I watched in anger. What is this? Who is this? I felt my insides cave, pulling away in defeat as I inner wolf snapped to break free. The other part of me wanted that control. Sadly, I would not allow her.

I approached him, wondering if it was the liquor or the current findings that made me ill. It was then that they noticed me. Ripping their eyes away from each other, she watched in curiosity, he watched me with confusion. Such look was completely removed once I slapped him across the face.

"What the hell-" He looked at me as if I had just lost my mind. Wrong. I had lost something else.

I looked at the girl. She looked quite surprised. I had half a mind to slap her as well however it was Xavier who did it.

"Good luck with him."

I turned without even a second glance behind me. It was nothing for me to look for back there. How foolish am I? I felt sick again. Being hit with a ton of emotions could really break anyone down.

I collapsed onto my bed. I was being beaten with hurt, betrayal, and stupidity....