Promised To The Alpha Twins
Chapter 88

In the blink of an eye, an intense anger flooded me, blocking out any other sound beyond the deafening thud of my heart pounding in my ears. My innate ability provided me with an understanding of the intense emotions of our inner wolves, although their responses varied considerably. I had never before felt my own wolf’s anger in this way, perhaps it had been similar during the battle, although there was too much confusion then to truly experience the emotion at its fullest intensity.

I wasn’t clear on when I had risen from the chair in front of the dresser in the room, but my skin felt uncomfortably hot and tense, as if it was about to tear apart. The towel covering my body fell to the floor, yet it didn’t provide the refreshing relief I hoped for. I caught a glimpse of the twins’ mother hastily leaving the room, closing the door behind her. At that moment, I didn’t have the time or energy to pay attention to her departure. I was busy connecting the dots in my mind, linking towards Nicolas Zoe and his father, indicating a grim fate.

Nicolas had made it clear that his father possessed white wolves with exceptional abilities; whether that situation was ethical or not was beyond my jurisdiction. However, the fact that his father was one of those wolves who could use or destroy me for his own benefit raised numerous red flags that couldn’t be ignored. There were too many warning signs pointing toward him, and this was the straw that broke the camel’s back. I had arrived too late, wasn’t in time to prevent them from taking my partner and best friend. But now, with a thread of hope to cling to, my inner wolf was in a frantic spiral of activity. If I weren’t in my human form, you would surely see foam coming out of our jaws. Despite my nails elongating like claws, I was consumed by the burning fury within me.

I surrendered to that rage, as it felt incredibly satisfying to give a purpose to my anger and turmoil. My connection with the inner Moon seemed to intensify at random moments, especially when one of my twins was in danger. It passed like an instant before Ethan entered the room, seeming to hesitate upon noticing my nudity, or perhaps he noticed my elongated nails and teeth, I wasn’t sure.

My emotions were in a whirlwind of anger, a frenzy of revenge burning beneath my skin. I almost dragged him alongside me, trying to immerse him in the scorching abyss of fury. It was as if fire consumed his being, allowing him to channel my anger and transform it into something more manageable. My mind was in a fiery chaos, and when Ethan finally kissed my lips and gently pushed me against the wall, I let myself go. His hands gripped my thighs, and he held them firmly as he enveloped me in his embrace. I fought against his control, feeling like a bloodthirsty predator seeking justice against Nicolas and David Zoe.

My nails left traces along his back, but I soon noticed they had returned to their normal form. In that moment, I understood that I couldn’t inflict real harm on the twins. It was as if an instinctive barrier prevented us from hurting each other. However, despite my intention to harm Ethan, my human nails left painful welts on his skin that made his chest flush and his breathing become irregular.

“Entrust me with your anger, darling,” Ethan growled, momentarily stepping back to meet my eyes, his own anger evident. With my body in his hands, he took another step back and gently pushed me against the wall, though I felt a vague twinge of pain in the process. “You can’t go around like this, you could hurt someone. While I’m not entirely against that, I can’t allow something bad to happen to you.”

Ethan’s words cut through my scorching anger like shards of ice, managing to bring me a moment of clarity. This brief instant gave me time to think and reevaluate the situation. The rage still burned within me, but now I understood what Ethan was seeking. He wanted my fury, every painful and incendiary part of it. I felt him opening up to me, absorbing my emotions as if they were his own. Ethan let the fury envelop him, but gradually began to soften it and mold it into something more manageable.

My attention returned around the room, focusing on Ethan’s clothes, which now seemed excessive to me. Without thinking, I tore at his garments, enjoying the growl that escaped his lips as his shirt turned to shreds. Ethan tangled his fingers in my hair and pulled back, creating a burst of lights behind my eyes, like fireworks in full bloom. After his pants joined his shirt on the floor, Ethan guided me to the bed. He maneuvered us until we were seated in the center, and every inch of his skin against mine created a sparking connection.

He held my h**s with his hands and looked directly at me as I settled over him astride. I was certain I looked like a complete mess: my face flushed with anger, hair tousled, eyes wide and frenzied. However, the way Ethan gazed at me was as if I were his reason for being, the light that illuminated his day and pulled him from…

“Take what you need from me, love,” he whispered. L**t no longer reflected in his eyes, but an intense wild spark that I had never seen before, as if my frenzied state had triggered a primal part of his being.!

Ethan’s words set off a chain reaction within me, momentarily loosening the knot in my chest, allowing me to breathe. My breath was ragged, on the verge of turning into a sob.

They all had to pay, every last one of them. I wanted to search every corner of that hotel to find Nicolas, and I wouldn’t let go until he returned Gea and me. We were separated, desperate to do something, anything.

I dug my nails into his chest and emitted a hiss as he entered me. My body struggled to adjust to his frenzied rhythm, but I didn’t mind the burning sensation as he filled me.

A deep growl escaped his throat as he penetrated me completely, allowing him to see me in all my vulnerability. His breathing was heavy, and his fingers dug painfully into my h**s.

There was something primitively satisfying about it, as if we had left behind human trivialities. We immersed ourselves in our emotions, allowing them to drag us into an unrestrained frenzy.

I began to move over him, provocatively grazing my center against his, generating an intoxicating tension.

I increased the speed of my movements, not caring about his clumsiness or the urgency of my thrusts. I took every ounce of pleasure I could, enjoying the control I had over the depth and intensity of his entry into me. I didn’t hold back, I m****d and screamed as an o****m coursed through me, my body trembling and arching as I continued to ride him.

Gradually, my anger faded, drained by the passion with which I surrendered to Ethan. My legs were still shaking, and the stars continued to twinkle behind my eyelids. I opened my eyes and screamed when he flipped me, lying back on the bed. I could still feel the throbbing between my thighs as they delicately grazed the sheet.

Ethan held my legs over his arms, bringing my body closer to his. His eyes were open and dark.

“I love it when you look at me like that. It’s absolutely irresistible,” Ethan whispered, lowering his lips to the mark on my neck. I gasped and tried to arch my back as his teeth explored the sensitive skin, but his strength kept me in place. A muffled growl escaped me as his tongue traced my neck, savoring my essence. “I’m going to make you mine until all that anger disappears, love. And I won’t be gentle about it. You’ll feel every bit of pain as my member sinks into you.”

“Isn’t getting angry a good thing?” I gasped, my words caught in my throat as he playfully nibbled my neck. His comments diverted my mind from the anger, immersing me in my own arousal. Each bite provoked a sharp pain, but it was an addictive pain.

“I don’t want you to be angry. At least not for now,” Ethan murmured against my skin. “I need you centered, focused. We have to be in tune. Once we have Liam, you can be angry. You can take all the revenge you need, and I’ll be there to support you. But until then, I need you to keep control.”

“We’ll be late for the meeting…” I stammered, thinking of the appointment we had.

“To hell with the meeting,” Ethan growled, his voice descending into a more animalistic tone than human. “They’ve taken enough from us. I won’t allow them to take more of my time with you, my mate.”

“Then do it. Make me yours, f**k me until I can regain control. Because if I stop now… I’ll destroy everything until I find him,” I replied, trembling with the anticipation coursing through me.

Something in Ethan broke, and I was engulfed in a wave of his emotions. He felt guilty, guilty for having only half of our bond and not being able to alleviate the pain enveloping me like a shroud. He hated the intensity and darkness of his own emotions, because they were only a faint reflection of mine.

Ethan immobilized me on the bed with his strong arms and released that desperation into my body. He left marks on my skin where his lips and tongue explored every inch of my being, devouring my breasts as his member found its way between my thighs. We reached c****x, my limbs tensed and relaxed, while sparks danced in my eyes and my mouth went dry.

It was only when Ethan tensed within me and cupped my face in his hands that I finally let myself collapse onto the bed. He did the same, lying over me as we both savored the familiarity of our embrace. We didn’t need words to calm the storm raging within us. Sometimes, words are not enough and the situation requires more. Life is complicated and messy, even for werewolves seeking solace amid chaos. We seized those stolen moments to find mutual comfort, even though our thoughts didn’t stray far from our missing friends and the anger, momentarily suppressed.