Bound To An Alpha

I felt a surge of anger and fear coursing through me. The urge to confront them, to slap some sense into their twisted plans, was overwhelming. But I knew that saving Lukas had to come first. I waited, my heart pounding, until their voices faded away before I sprinted out of the lounge.

Glancing at the time, I realized that an hour had already passed. Panic surged through me as I dashed outside, my mind racing. I needed to find Lukas, and fast. I looked around for nearby hotels, my eyes scanning the area frantically. After fifteen minutes of searching, I finally spotted the Silver Oak Hotel looming ahead. Lukas was here, but I had no idea what room he was staying in.

Then I remembered the reporters I had overheard. They must know which room he was in. Taking a deep breath to steady myself, I approached the parking lot where a group of reporters was gathered. I had to play this carefully.

"Excuse me!" I called out, adopting a flustered demeanor. "I'm a reporter too! I just received an urgent order from my editor while I was working nearby, but I'm not sure what I'm supposed to be shooting. It's all so confusing!" I feigned a look of confusion and frustration, hoping to appear young and naive.

To my relief, they seemed to buy my act. They exchanged glances as they whispered to themselves. Their expressions softening as they saw me as just another inexperienced reporter trying to navigate the event.

After a few moments of small talk, I managed to gather some information. However, it seemed they didn't know who the subject was either. I breathed a sigh of relief, thankful that my ruse had worked.

"By the way, do you happen to know the room number of the target?" I asked casually, trying to keep my tone light.

One of the reporters shrugged, "I think it's room 302, but I'm not entirely sure. We're just waiting for the call to go in."

"Thanks! I really appreciate it!" I said, flashing a grateful smile before excusing myself. "I need to buy something but I'll be right back!"

Once I was out of sight, I quickly made my way into the hotel, my heart racing with urgency. I walked straight to the reception desk, trying to appear calm despite the whirlwind of anxiety swirling inside me.

"I have a room reservation under the name Lukas Monteverde," I said, keeping my voice steady.

The staff member looked up from her computer, her brow furrowing slightly. "Please wait for a moment," she replied, typing away. "Do you know what your room number is?"

"Yes, it's room 302," I answered, hoping my confidence would mask any hint of desperation.

"Okay," she confirmed after a moment, her fingers clicking on the keyboard. She then handed me a key card with a bright smile. "Thank you for choosing Silver Oak Hotel!"

I took the key card, my fingers trembling slightly as I gripped it tightly. "Thank you!" I said, forcing a smile before turning on my heel and sprinting toward the elevator.

As I waited for the elevator doors to open, I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. Finally, the doors slid open, and I stepped inside, pressing the button for the third floor.

When the elevator dinged and the doors opened, I stepped out and quickly made my way down the hallway, scanning the room numbers until I found 302. My heart raced as I approached the door, and I took a moment to steady myself before inserting the key card into the lock.

With a click, the door swung open, and I stepped inside, immediately intoxicated by a familiar Alpha scent—Lukas' pheromones enveloped me like a warm embrace.

My heart raced as I quickly scanned the room, and my eyes landed on the bed. There, lying naked, was an Omega woman, a piece of cloth stuffed into her mouth. The moment she saw me, her eyes widened in fear, and she whimpered softly, but I couldn't focus on her. My mind was racing.

Where was Lukas? Panic surged through me as I realized he must have already escaped, considering how he had tied the woman up first. I was about to turn and leave, desperate to find him, when the bathroom door swung open.

My heart skipped a beat. He must have sensed my scent.

"Luka—" I started to call out, but before I could finish, he closed the distance between us and kissed me fiercely. The force of his lips against mine was overwhelming, and I felt a rush of heat flood through me, almost making me dizzy. It was as if he was pouring all his relief and urgency into that kiss, and I found myself responding instinctively, melting into him.

His hands were everywhere, exploring her body with a hunger that was almost animalistic. His fingers traced the curve of her neck, sending shivers down her spine as he kissed her harder, his tongue tangling with hers in a dance that was as old as time itself. She could feel the heat building between them, the air thick with desire and need.

As his lips moved down to her neck, she moaned, her hands tangling in his hair as he sucked on her skin, leaving his mark. She could feel the heat building inside her, her body aching for more. His hand moved up to her breast, fondling it through the thin fabric of her dress, his thumb brushing against her nipple, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her.

His other hand moved under her dress, his fingers tracing the edge of her panties before slipping inside, finding her already wet and aching for him. She moaned as he slipped a finger inside her, her body arching against him as he began to move his hand, his fingers working her into a frenzy.

The Omega tied to the bed watched in stunned silence, her own struggle forgotten in the face of the scene unfolding before her.

I tried to stop him, my face flushing with embarrassment as I finally remembered that we were not alone. "Lukas, we need to get out of here!" I urged, glancing back at the woman on the bed. "They set you up again!"

But Lukas was beyond reason, his desire for her overriding any sense of caution. He pulled her closer, his lips finding hers again as he moved his hand faster, his fingers driving her wild with need. She could feel herself on the edge, her body aching for release.

And then, with a final thrust of his fingers, my body was convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. I could feel my pussy clenching around his fingers, my cum overflowing as I squirted. 

In a moment of instinctive desperation, I bit down on his shoulder to prevent myself from screaming. My legs were shaking, and I struggled to stand fully, the adrenaline coursing through me making it hard to focus. Without hesitation, Lukas scooped me up into his arms, carrying me out of the room as we made our way toward the penthouse.

"Where are we going?" I asked, my voice trembling slightly as I clung to him, my heart racing.

"I was already suspicious when they called me here," he replied, his tone steady despite the chaos. "Luckily, I took extra precautions and had an extra room in case something like this happens again."

Relief washed over me with his words but it seems that the drug that had been coursing through their veins had heightened their senses, making every touch, every kiss, feel like an electric shock. Once they entered the penthouse, they eagerly undressed as Lukas had claimed her repeatedly, his thrusts powerful and relentless. Stella was still reeling from the intensity of her climax when he thrust again, the sensation sending her into a dizzying spiral of pleasure.

She knew that the only way to counteract the effects of the drug was to mark each other. As Lukas continued to thrust, she pulled him closer, her lips finding the soft spot where his neck met his shoulder. She bit down, her teeth sinking into his flesh, marking him as her own.

Lukas froze, his body tensing at the sensation. For a moment, Stella thought she had stopped him, but she was wrong. He responded in kind, his teeth sinking into the soft flesh of her shoulder. The pain was momentary, replaced by a wave of pleasure as he thrust deeper inside her. She screamed, her body trembling as another orgasm washed over her.

After catching my breath, I finally managed to speak. "Lukas…" I said softly, noticing that he seemed to have calmed down, his pheromones slowly dissipating into the air.

He only hummed in response, still catching his breath as he hugged me close. I glanced at the clock on the wall and realized it was already three in the morning. The exhaustion from the night's events weighed heavily on me, and I felt my eyelids growing heavy.

Just as I was about to drift off, I felt him gently hold my face, his gaze searching mine. There was a flicker of guilt in his eyes. "I lost control. I'm so—"

"Don't say that," I interrupted, wanting to ease his burden. "Besides, I also enjoyed it." I offered him a reassuring smile, hoping to dispel the shadows of self-blame that lingered in his mind.

"I'm so tired…" I admitted, my voice trailing off as I struggled to keep my eyes open.

"Sleep," he said softly, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear. "I'll take you home."

I leaned into him, allowing the exhaustion to wash over me as I closed my eyes.