HIS FATHER, MY MATE.

When night came, Raine was escorted to Ronan’s rooms, and told she was to sleep there on the alpha’s orders. It was unusual, because even before Ronan rejected her, Raine slept in her own home down in the pack, and was rarely ever in the packhouse, much less in Ronan’s room. Still, her heart thumped excitedly as she stepped into the empty room, and was immediately covered in the scent of her mate.

She expected her wolf to preen, and luxuriate with pleasure, being surrounded by the scent of their mate. But her wolf remained resolutely quiet, having been down since Matthias walked away from her in the living room.

It didn’t matter though, Raine was sure her wolf would perk up once Ronan was back, and it realized he was their true mate, and Matthias had just been a really great fuck.

An hour later, she was stepping out of the bathroom after a soak in the tub, and was slipping into the night slip that had been laid out for her, when the room door opened and Ronan slammed his way in.

Raine jumped at the sharp sound, and Ronan froze. He stared at her like she’d suddenly grown two heads and multiple limbs. Both of them stood in tense silence for a long while. Ronan looked down at her with so much venom, that she wrapped her arms around herself to shield her body from him, especially since the navy-blue slip was practically transparent.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” He snarled, his wolf rising to the surface with each step he took closer.

Raine tipped her chin up, refusing to be cowed. “I was brought here, and told to sleep here.”

“On whose orders?!” He barked.

“Your father’s.”

Ronan paused, head cocked as this information sunk in. The corner of his lips peeled back in a sneer, and Raine felt a shiver run through her. “This was your idea too, wasn’t it? You went to my father and had him do this too?”

“Ronan, no.” Raine shook her head, coming closer. “Of course not. I don’t know what happened to us, but I think we can still make this work. You and me, we’re meant to me.” She took one of his hand in hers and brought it to her lips, kissing it softly. Ronan stiffened, and when she glanced up she found him staring down at her with an unreadable look.

His eyes were grey like his father’s, and the way he was looking at her, it reminded her so much of the older man. Her heart rate sped up, and her breathing went shallow. Ronan’s nostrils flared, and his brows shot up as he caught scent of her arousal.

He threw his head back and laughed, a sharp, mocking sound that made her flinch. “You just spread for any alpha now, don’t you?” He dragged his hand out of her grip and reached for her chin, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. “You came running out of this same house days ago, reeking of some other alpha. And now you grow wet in the presence of a man who despises you.”

“Ronan—” she groaned with a wince, “You’re my mate. It’s only natural.”

He stared at her down with barely contained disgust, and then without another word, he flung her away and stormed off. Raine stood still, breath coming fast as the bathroom door slammed shut with a thud hard enough to rattle the windows. A moment later, she heard the rush of water.

Raine crawled into the bed, taking the side facing the wall, and dragged the blanket up to her chin. There was some movement out in the halls, and her wolf whined, straining with the need to be next to Matthias. It was getting frustrating. Ronan was her mate. It didn’t matter how he felt about her now, if she tried hard enough, he could love her again. Maybe then, her wolf would snap out of this lust filled obsession it had with her mate’s father.

With this resolution in mind, Raine waited until Ronan finished up in the bathroom. He climbed into bed beside her without much reluctance, and that relieved her more than anything. Heaving out a shaky breath, Raine turned around to face her mate. Ronan was seated against the headboard, frowning down at his phone. Once he saw she had turned, he scowled, opening his mouth to say something scathing.

Raine wasn’t going to let him finish. She raised herself up on her elbows, and fumbled underneath the covers for the waistband of his boxers. Whatever he was about to say, cut off in a sharp gasp as her hand wrapped around the hot length of his cock.

“What are you doing?” He hissed.

Raine pulled his boxers down, her hand pumping up and down on his length, breathing fast as his cock hardened. “It’s okay, I want to do this.” She glanced up at him, “Just sit back and enjoy it, okay.”

Ronan’s jaw hardened, but he leaned back against the headboard and let her stroke him. Taking that as assent, Raine shifted closer and wrapped her lips around the crown of his cock, she moaned around him as she brought one of her hands down to fondle herself, pretending it was Matthias’ big hands in her as she sucked on Ronan’s cock.

Her mate made grunts of pleasure above her as his balls drew up with his orgasm, and her fingers picked up speed as she fucked herself faster, the sounds wet and obscene in the quiet room. Ronan’s hand fisted in her hair, pulling tight as his orgasm crested and he came in long thick spurts down her throat.

She whimpered as he pulled her off his softening cock. He said nothing to her as he climbed off the bed and disappeared into the bathroom once again, leaving her throbbing and aching and wet, staring at the place he vacated. Her pussy throbbed again, and Raine groaned. She buried her face in the sheets, and spread her legs slightly, closing her eyes as she sunk her fingers back into her cunt. She fucked herself, hard and fast, moaning into the comforter, her toes curling with pleasure. And as she did, she pretended she was back in Matthias’s room, hanging on his huge knot and being fucked within an inch of her life. She came hard, muffling her screams against the pillows.