The Alpha's Prize

I was finally released from the hospital and feeling much better. The doctor told me I was healing at a tremendous rate and was lucky to be alive. She had wanted me to stay in the hospital for a while longer, but I argued against it. I needed out of there.

Cain took me to our room, so I could finally have a much, needed shower. I quickly jumped into the shower, instantly feeling relaxed and calm as the warm water cascaded down my body. I finally decided to get out of the shower, dressed, and walked into the bedroom where Cain was waiting. He stood from the bed and approached me; his expression was angry yet filled with worry. “Don’t ever run from me again; you scared the shit out of me. I thought for sure I had lost you.” His tone was clipped

Him saying this made me angry, and the memories of that night flashed before my eyes. I took a step towards him and pointed an accusatory finger at him. “I had good cause for running from you. I caught you having a make-out session with Eve; care to explain that?”

He pinched the bridge of his nose and rubbed the back of his neck. “I swear, Freja, I wasn't doing it intentionally. Eve had asked to speak with me in private; I hesitated and should have listened to my gut. Instead, she took me by surprise and kissed me. That's when you walked in, but it's over between her and me. I have no feelings for Eve anymore, only you, and because of the stunt she pulled, she’s been banished from the pack.”

I took a step back, reeling in his words, and considered everything he said.

“Oh, I see. So then, why were you caressing her body? From my point of view, you seemed to be enjoying it.” I raised a questioning brow.

He groaned. “It was just a reaction, an instinct; I don't fucking know. But it doesn't matter anyway, as Eve means nothing to me.” Cain stepped closer to me. “When I found you, I thought you were dead, and my entire world was crumbling around me. Because you, Freja, are my world, no one else.”

I looked away from him, not knowing how to respond. I felt like he was telling the truth, but I was filled with doubt.

Cain cupped my chin, forcing me to look at him. He scanned my face with pleading eyes, but something in me just wasn't ready to forgive and forget what he had done.

I swatted his hand away from me. “Just go be with Eve; she’s the one you really want, right? I snapped at him.

He growled, “No, she’s not, Freja. You're the one I want.”

“Bullshit, just fuck off and leave me alone.” I hollered.

He gripped my throat lightly and pushed me into the wall. "NO!" Cain roared. “That's it, I've fucking had it with this bullshit Freja, you are my fucking mate, I want you and only you. I am tired of you resisting our bond and pushing me away.” He snarled; the anger was now rolling off him in waves. Cain then smashed his lips to mine, possessing my mouth with his and kissing me so hard that it hurt. Finally, he pressed himself closer to me, moulding his body into mine.

I reached up and slapped him across the face, and a dangerous grow! erupted from his chest. Cain then gripped my wrists and dragged me to the bed, where he threw me down on my stomach.

I heard him removing his belt before tieing my hands together with it. I struggled, trying to roll over. "What the fuck are you doing?”

“Shut the fuck up!” He snapped.

He then ripped my pants off in one swift movement, along with my soaked panties. I didn't understand why, but if I had to be honest with myself, this was turning me on so bad. Why was this turning me on? I scolded myself as I should be furious with him, not aching for him.

Cain slapped my ass hard, bringing me out of my thoughts, and I gasped at the sudden action. “Are you going to stop resisting me?” He asked.

“Hmm, let me think...nope. Because I don’t want you.” I lied.

He slapped my ass again, causing me to moan and writhe in pleasure.

Cain leaned down and brought his lips to my ear. “Really? because that's not what your body says.” I could practically hear the cockiness in his tone, as he knew just what he did to me.

He reached between my thighs and ran his fingers across my swollen, soaked pussy. I sucked in a sharp breath and bit my bottom lip as my legs started to quiver from his touch.

“You are wet and aching for me, just as I am for you.” He pressed himself against my ass, allowing me to feel his hard cock. Fuck! I needed him badly.

Cain pulled me off the bed and turned me to face him. “Say it, Freja, say you want me.” He demanded.

I narrowed my eyes. “No, never.” I thrashed and wiggled in his hold, attempting to free myself from him and his belt, which still held my hands behind my back.

He roughly yanked my body against his and brushed those full, luscious lips against my ear. “Stop fighting this and give the fuck in already,” Cain whispered in a seductive yet authoritative tone.

I pulled away from him. “Just let me go already, and you can finally be with Eve; I know she is the one you truly want.” Why was I doing this to myself and him? I was beginning to feel like a childish moron.

"ENOUGH!" He boomed, “You are my fucking mate, not her, and for the last fucking time, I don't want her, I want you!”

He declared, more like screamed at me, which caused me to stop and stare at him, and at that moment, something happened. A wall I had built, blocking him and everything out, came crashing down. I could see the honesty in his eyes, the want, the desire.

I finally realized that I was his mate, that I did want and need him. But I was going to make him pay for the other night cause, you know, I'm a petty bitch, who enjoys pissing him off.

I finally wiggled my hands out of his belt and slapped him again the moment I did. Cain's head whipped to the side, and he slowly looked back at me before gripping the nape of my neck and kissing me deeply and aggressively. I kissed him back with just as much aggressiveness and desire. Finally, I jumped up and wrapped my legs around his torso. Cain gripped my thighs tightly as he laid us down onto the mattress.

Cain climbed on top of me, then gripped my shirt and tore it in half, exposing my bare breasts to him. He stared down at me for a moment, his eyes darkening before letting out a low growl and leaning down to take my right breast into his mouth.

I ran my fingers through his tousled hair, gripping it firmly. Cain released my breast and dominated my mouth again as he pinched my erect bud. I unbuttoned his jeans and shimmied them down with my feet.

I stared up at him, lust consuming me. “I need you, Fuck me, Cain,” I said almost desperately.

He flipped me over onto my stomach, gripped my hips and lifted my ass in the air. Cain then wrapped my hair around his hand, pulling it tight, before positioning his cock right at my entrance, but he didn't enter. The anticipation was killing me; the ache between my legs grew immensely and needed to be released.

I began to squirm. “What are you waiting for?” I asked breathlessly.

"Say it.” He growled out.

I furrowed my brows. “Say what?”

Cain leaned down, pressing his lips to my ear and sending a jolt of ecstasy between my legs. “Say you want me, say you need me. Tell me you accept me as your mate.” He gently whispered.

I inhaled deeply, pausing for a moment and considered everything, then I remembered Mikael's warning. “lI want you, Cain; I need you and...l..accept you as my mate.” I finally said the words. Without wasting another moment, he thrust into me hard and deep, pounding into me furiously. Moans and groans filled the room as he filled me. Then, finally, Cain flipped me over and continued to penetrate me, but slower, as if he was savouring it. He was more gentle now; he stared deep into my eyes before cupping my face and pulling me into him, kissing me passionately, as his hard cock continued to stretch my soaking wet pussy.

My nails dug into his back, causing him to growl in approval. He gripped my hips, his pace picking up and his thrusts now animalistic. Finally, my climax was reaching its peak; Cain reached between us and started rubbing my clit, causing me to come undone all over him. Moments later, Cain climaxed inside of me. We lay there, basking in the aftermath before either of us moved.

Cain lifted himself and stared at me. “I love you, Freja, and I'm sorry for everything.”

Love? I didn't know if I was ready for that, yet my heart skipped a beat when he said those words, and he said he was sorry? I began to feel guilty for everything I had put him through, for being a bitch and resisting our bond.

Swallowing my pride, “I'm sorry to Cain, things have just been hard and confusing.” I admitted.

He stared at me intently, running his thumb along my bottom lip. “Let me mark you?”

My eyes widened; let him mark me? Was I ready for this? Did I want this? But our bond would strengthen and intensify if he did. We would become one; I started to truly consider this, as I remembered everything Mikael warned me about regarding my relationship with Cain.

Cain was patient as he stared at me, waiting for an answer. “Ok, mark me, Cain.” I said, as I stared deep into his eyes and took his face in both of my hands, “I want to be yours forever.”

He smiled, before kissing me on the lips, then my cheek, then my jawline, and slowly moved down to my neck, sucking and licking my sensitive skin. Cain continued to kiss my neck lightly; his lips hung over my marking spot, dragging them gently across my skin.

I tilted my head to the side, giving him better access. He licked and kissed my skin softly, making my wolf purr and pace with excitement. Cain's canines grazed my skin as he held me tightly, then his teeth punctured my skin, and he bit down hard, causing me to groan from the burning, pleasuring pain.

Calyx POV:

Freja's return had my blood boiling with anger. I snuck out of the packhouse and headed straight for the woods, punching the trees as I passed them and taking my anger out on the bark. After walking/running for about a mile, I stopped near the old oak tree, waiting for Lazarus’ dumbass to show up.

As I stood there waiting for him, I heard branches snapping behind me and almost instantly, the smell of death flooded my nostrils, warning me of the grotesque creature that was closing in on me. I advanced on him, cuffing his throat within my grasp and slammed him into the tree, cracking the bark with his body.

A deadly growl erupted from my chest as I glared down at him. “What the fuck happened? Why aren't they both dead?” I snarled, we had a plan, a plan that worked, but of course, he just had to fuck things up and ruin it all.

Lazarus raised his hands and roughly shoved me away from him, releasing his throat from my grip. He cleared his throat before speaking. “Things became complicated Calyx, she had escaped somehow, and when I went to retrieve her, Cain had found us and nearly killed me,” He shouted angrily at me.

I pinched the bridge of my nose. “Why didn't you at least kill Freja when you had the fucking chance?” My whole body was shaking with anger now. The plan had been so simple, but this dipshit had utterly failed.

His nostrils flared, and he closed his eyes. “She was driving me nuts, for one and two, I was going to kill her, but I decided to have a taste first......."” He paused, and I already knew where this was going. "Her blood is like no other that I've ever tasted before; it was like a drug, one that I couldn't get enough of, and I wanted to drain her before killing her, but something came up that needed my attention, and I had to leave her in my office, that's when she took off.”

I rubbed a hand down my face. “Are you fucking kidding me?” I couldn't believe he had let months of planning go to waste because of his thirst for blood.

Lazarus shrugged. “Have you forgotten? I'm a fucking vampire; it's in my nature.” He shouted at me. “I'm going to fucking kill you; we may never get another chan...” I couldn't finish my sentence, as suddenly I felt a spark of energy within my chest. I placed a hand on my chest as the spark radiated throughout my body, then it dawned on me.

“They are fucking mated!” I hollered, “Cain just claimed Freja.” I roared in outrage. Now, it would be even harder to kill either of them or even get them separated.

I glared at Lazarus as my chest rose and fell heavily, and my wolf began to rise, ready to shred this dumb fuck to pieces. However, before I could make a move, something to my left caught my attention, and I watched as a petite figure emerged from within the trees. The figure walked into the light, allowing us to have a better view. Standing before us was a slender woman with golden brown hair and beautiful blue eyes. Lazarus and I both froze on the spot, ready to attack.

The woman approached us, swaying her hips like a seductress, not an ounce of fear. She stopped and glanced between us both as a smile spread across her face. “I believe I could help you gentlemen with your problem.” She said sweetly.

I raised a questionable brow. “And just who in the fuck might you be?” I asked the stupidly brave woman.

Her smile grew. “My name is Adela, I am Freja’s sister.”