- SO IT WAS HIM
Standing by the window, Keshton lit a cigarette, enjoying the view of the burning city. The night sky was lit up with red and yellow flames, accompanied by the panicked and enraged shouts of a specific group of extraordinary humans. They were furious over the loss of a large group of hunters that had gathered for a brief meeting to plan the capture of an escaped werewolf in the city. Unfortunately, none of them had made it out alive. The handful of hunters guarding the perimeter could do nothing but watch helplessly and call for
reinforcements.
“Everything is done and dusted according to your orders,” Glen mind–linked Keshton, taking a casual bite of dark chocolate while watching the fire from the convenience store across the street from the hunters‘
meeting spot that he had set ablaze moments earlier.
When the news featuring the white wolf aired on TV, Keshton immediately left the Eclipse Moon Pack without a word. His abrupt and crazed actions confirmed Glen’s suspicions that the werewolf in the city was none other than Sibyl. He had worriedly followed Keshton but couldn’t find him in the city. Instead, he received at mind–link with orders to start hunting the hunters. It was an order he couldn’t refuse, as he could feel his Alpha’s rage even through the mind–link.
“Should we retreat?” Glen asked.
“Not yet, wipe out the remaining ones too,” Keshton ordered.
“What?” Glen paused mid–chew, stunned by the unexpected command. “It will create a great mess, and the hunters aren’t stupid enough to misunderstand that this was the work of Rogue Alpha Keshton.”
Keshton cut him off, “It’s alright. They should be aware of their crimes and the punishment for touching my
possession.”
“Keshton, what exactly are you thinking?” Glen asked, a mix of confusion and worry in his voice. “You killed hunters in their own territory, then sealed their fate in this deadly fire, and now you wish to wipe out every single one of them? This will clearly spark a new war between werewolves and hunters. Do you really want to go this far for a she–wolf who isn’t even a member of our pack?”
Werewolf law was incredibly strict. Breaking it, even by a family member or a high–ranking wolf meant severe punishment, often beheading if they shifted in human territory. When it came to Sibyl, Keshton had charged into the highly sensitive and deadly hunter territory, killed them, and now he was even hunting down their souls. These strange actions on Keshton’s part were deeply concerning for Glen.
Keshton turned to look at the beauty bearing his hickeys on her soft skin as she lay on the bed, practically fainted after their last wild round of s*x. However, he had noticed something very strange concerning her heat during these past few hours, something that surfaced whenever he finished a round with her.
His feet subconsciously carried him to the bed, where he noticed her extremely flushed cheeks and sweating body. Her heat had returned once again.
Gently running his finger along her cheek, he felt her temperature rising abnormally. She began to moan and cry in pain. Though her eyes were closed, she arched her chest seductively as his fingertips brushed over her hardened n*****s. She started rubbing her thighs together with soft, weak whimpers, and a tear rolled down her cheek when Keshton pulled his hand away instead of giving her what she needed between her thighs.
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Keshton frowned at her unusual behavior, Instead of addressing Glen’s concerns, he inquired, “Where Is
Trace?”
Glen tiredly glanced at the convenience store counter where a young female part timer stood, blushing at Trace, “He is busy flirting with a human,” Glen dryly stated.
Trace had tagged along with Glen to kill some hunters and to relieve his boredom. He was an excellent warrior apart from begging a top healer in the Eclipse Moon Pack, “Call me anytime,” Trace winked as he
passed her his phone number. “I will treat you for free.”
“Trace,” Keshton broke his moment by mind–link.
“I am here,” Trace mind–linked back, pulling away from the counter.
“How long does a she–wolf heat last?”
Trace was dumbfounded by the strange and unexpected subject that his Alpha was suddenly interested in, Umm… for about four days if she does not have intercourse with a male wolf?” he replied in confusion.
“How many times will intercourse be necessary to relieve her of her heat?”
“Well it depends on the female’s heat but usually two rounds. Why are you asking?” Trace grew curious, suspecting the Alpha was having a lot of fun with a she–wolf in heat.
“And what if the heat does not subside even a little bit after six rounds?” Keshton asked.
“SIX ROUNDS?!” Trace almost yelled in shock. “What are you? A MONSTER? Is that she–wolf even still alive?!”
Keshton grew irritated by his question, “Just f*****g tell me why this is happening!”
Trace shook his head and replied, “Her heat seems to be a special case if it did not leave when a monster like you f****d her. If s*x did not work then…” Trace explained the process in detail but abruptly paused when Keshton cut the mind–link. “Ugh… that bastard,” he growled in irritation and looked at Glen, “Do you know who this she–wolf in heat is that he is banging?”
Glen innocently shrugged his shoulders. “How would I know who he is banging? How about you try asking him if you are that curious,” they had all been friends since they were children but still he could not reveal anything without Keshton’s wishes.
“Thanks for the advice but I love my tongue,” Trace smiled as they both left the store to deal with the remaining hunters.
In the hotel lobby, Keshton walked in with a paper bag in his hand. It was late and the lobby was nearly empty, with only a few staff members still working. He paid twice the usual rate to secure a desirable room on the second floor and made a special request to one of the staff members.
“Umm… sir, why do you need so many ice cubes?” the waiter curiously asked, pushing a trolley filled with large buckets of ice as they stopped in front of the room.
“None of your business,” Keshton answered, handing over a $100 bill with a meaningful stare. The waiter happily left with the money, unaware of the fact that there was already someone else in the room. The Alpha had simply jumped down from the window and done some work entering the hotel in a correct manner to get the ice cutes.
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Unloading all the ice cubes into the bathtub, Keshton picked up Sibyl in his arms and gently placed her in the icy water. Careful to hide his own scent and avoid touching her, he sat at the edge of the bathtub, meticulously following each step as explained by Trace: By masking his scent, her wolf wouldn’t be enticed,
and her heat wouldn’t return.
His intense gaze swept over her flushed cheeks and the calm expression that had taken over her face, so different from the erotic seductive expression she wore earlier when he was with her. She was like a completely different person during her heat. She had also become the first woman who could successfully lure and seduce him. Keshton, the King of the Underground Brothel, where he could have his pick of beauties, had actually allowed this bold she–wolf to pay off her debt by pleasuring him in bed when he could easily have had her in every way be forcing her long ago.
However, She had set the condition that she would be able to leave after settling the debt. Keshton chuckled, placing his hand over his face. “I must have lost my mind,” he murmured to himself, looking at her through the gaps between his fingers. She really had big dreams of escaping from him. He wasn’t even sure if he truly
wanted her heat to subside.
He had no idea how long he had been staring at her before his eyes fell on the ugly mate mark on her neck. His eyes went blank, and his mood was destroyed in an instant.
He got up from the edge of the tub with a growl and strode out of the bathroom, slamming the door behind
him.
“It’s annoying as f**k,” he growled, grabbing a glass of wine.
Ten minutes later, when he had slightly calmed his nerves, he returned to the bathroom and got Sibyl out of the tub. He could no longer smell her heat, and her body wasn’t burning like before. The ice seemed to have brought her some comfort, and her heat appeared to be gone. Drying her with a towel and dressing her in a loose, comfortable maxi dress he had bought from a nearby store, he laid her on the bed.
However, just as he let her go, his body and wolf were attacked by her aggressive heat.
“Her heat returned!” Rah growled in Keshton’s mind, eager to get into the bed and take her, but Keshton shook his head. He checked Sibyl and found her heat far worse than before.
“Something is wrong with her,” he murmured.
After he could not mind–link Trace for some reason, he pulled out his phone and called him. “Her heat has still not gone down even after the ice bath. Instead, she seems to be going into an even worse heat because
of the ice!”
Trace was slightly alarmed by Keshton’s agitation. “That’s impossible, a she–wolf’s heat is meant for s****| intercourse, which you fulfilled. Afterwards you even calmed her down with the ice,” he said, his mind racing with confusion as he tried to understand the strange symptoms of the she–wolf’s heat. Then, a thought crossed his mind. “However, I doubt that…”
“What is it?” Keshton demanded, his impatience evident.
“I suspect there’s something more at play here,” Trace continued. “Are you f*****g a mated she–wolf?” Trace questioned.
Keshton glazed at Sibyl’s mark with dark eyes and replied, “What if I am?”
Trace pinched his forehead, “That’s why her heat is not going away. Her symptoms are telling that her heat is
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caused by her soulmate.”
Keshton’s hand tightened around his phone, nearly crushing it. How the hell had her soulmate suddenly come into play? “Are you telling me that only her soulmate can take care of her heat?”
“Well, I honestly doubt that because the symptoms she is having suggest something else…” Trace hesitated, ” She is stuck in a trauma cycle.”
“Trauma cycle?” Keshton frowned and glanced at Sibyl. “She seemed fine to me.”
“Then that she–wolf is very skilled at hiding her real emotions and is strong–headed. But what I can tell you is that she is sexually traumatized, and her heat has either triggered or magnified some horrible memories in her mind,” Trace explained.
Keshton’s frown deepened as he looked at Sibyl. He recalled her crying when he first found her in the alley, murmuring and looking absolutely broken. It couldn’t have been just the heat causing her distress. He had
tell him anything.
suspicions at the time, but he knew 24
Something else clicked Keshton’s mind. He lifted Sibyl’s dress up to her belly, spread her legs, and inspected her inner thighs. There was a scratch that had been bothering him, and he was having a hard time ignoring them. Could he deny that they had been caused by claws? His eyes shifted to her wrists and ankles, which bore clear finger and handprints.
The corner of his lips twitched as he mind–linked Glen, “Go to that apartment and bring me ‘that.”
Glen got chills for some reason, hearing the strange calmness in Keshton’s voice. The mind–link was cut right away but a very bad feeling rose in his gut.
A half an hour later, Glen arrived at the hotel room. He avoided so much as glancing at Sibyl on the bed no matter how hard it was for him to ignore her heat. He stood next to the sofa where Keshton sat, a video playing on the laptop. It had no audio but just by watching the footage it was clear that the women had trapped Sibyl for money, then as what played out next on video came to pass Glen’s throat went bone dry for
some reason.
He studied Keshton’s dark face that looked absolutely terrifying in the dim light of the room as his pair of Amber eyes focused on the three men forcing Sibyl on the bed and the fourth man standing by watching everything.
None of them had any idea that they were in a location possessed by the Rogue Alpha, and under CCTV footage. That was the normal practice for every property or even a small piece of land he owned to have security cameras installed.
The video playing on the laptop ended and the room fell into a dead silence.
“So it was him,” Keshton murmured, under his breath, his expression unreadable.
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