Alpha’s Virgin Stripper

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I did not know why I kissed this woman, but at that moment, it was all I wanted to do. Her lips trembled underneath mine. She trembled against my body, wrapping her arms around my neck and leaning into me, not just to deepen the kiss, but for support. Her actions radiated innocence, something I hated more than her pretense.

I kissed her neck and traced my lips up to her collarbone. Once again, she shivered beneath me. It was the way she was able to send my wolf hurling at her feet. River craved to give her pleasure.

I just wanted to rip her fake innocence off her.

“You’re supposed to train me…” she muttered. I frowned against her neck.

“Be quiet.” I bit back. It annoyed me when she tried to be so… cute.

“Sorry.”

I lifted my head from her neck at that moment. My raging eyes caught sight of two scars at the base of her neck. My eyes narrowed at the sight, but I remained quiet about it, just the way I stayed silent about everything that had to do with her.

Once I successfully rejected her, she would be none of my business, nor her scars.

“Stop apologizing for everything. It’s not smart.” I said out loud. I watched as her troubled green eyes stared back at me.

She nodded, while her cheeks turned crimson red.

She was too naive. Too young for me. Too weak to be my Luna. She was everything I hated, yet, I craved her more than I had ever wanted anything.

My hands slipped into her red lace. I wanted nothing more than to rip it off. Her skin grew warmer, and the rest of her body turned red. She opened her mouth to speak but I sealed her words with my lips again, harder, more determined to get her. Her feeble hands plastered against my chest.

She sat up, trying to respond to my hungry pace, while my eyes ravaged her skin. I slipped a thumb across her hard and taut nipples, beckoning on me. Her muscles hardened. She threw her head back and parted her lips, a soft moan escaped them.

River’s eyes brightened, and mine darkened.

The sounds, her little whimpers, the way her body reacted to me, everything drove me nuts, towards a daring edge of the cliff of madness.

I tore off my shirt in a haste, leaving my upper body bare. Her soft hands stroked my chest, and I flinched, yet relaxed. It was a conflicting wave of… feelings. I would never address them as emotions.

I nudged her down, her back fell into the softness of my mattress. I watched her smile while I leaned into her neck. The tip of my nose brushed the skin of her neck, her fingers dug into the back of my hair, and she pulled at the strands.

At this point, I knew I had to have her. Once I took away that innocence, there would be nothing new about her and I could reject her effortlessly. Not that I needed any effort.

My fingers traveled the skin of her stomach, she arched her body into mine. My other hand caressed her breasts, they fit perfectly into my hands, as if they belonged there.

I wrapped my fingers around her thong, allowing my free hand to slide across the region of her moist vagina. She stifled another moan, I could tell she wanted me.

Of course, she did. Every woman did, talk more of a whore such as herself.

I pulled the panties down her legs with one swift move and spread her legs apart.

She tried to raise her head, but my palm pressed against her stomach, urging her back down. She seemed reluctant, but she let me have my way.

Again, I was not surprised.

I stared down at her glistening vagina, wet with her fluid. My head swelled with pride, I was elated at the sight – I made it this way.

I slipped my index finger into my mouth, wetting it with my saliva. I was wrapping my fingers around her thong when she pulled my hand away, moving backward to hit her back against the headboard, pulling away from me with force. I saw a fear flash through her eyes, and my wolf groaned in frustration

Her chest rose and fell as she inhaled and exhaled heavily, her eyes filled with shock and fear. She shook her head vehemently.

“I… I can’t let you touch me there.” She dashed out of the bed and scurried to where her dress lay in a pile on my floor. She quickly lowered herself to the ground and picked up her dress. She avoided my eyes, biting her lip, which I realized was a habit she had gotten used to.

River was gnarling within me, but I had more problems than my wolf’s horniness. I had never been rejected before and it was laughable that I had now been rejected, by someone I found unworthy of my presence.

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“Can I go? Please?”

Her voice was so low; I almost didn’t hear her.

I replied to her request with a single nod. Her tiny legs dashed out of my room with a speed I found utterly… laughable. My door opened and closed automatically.

Mel dropped Valerie off at the hospital. She went into her mother’s ward with a small smile on her face. She had just undergone surgery and the doctor confirmed the success of the surgery.

Even though she had not opened her eyes yet, Valerie was pleased to know that her mother would no longer be treated like dirt.

She sat beside her mother, fondling the red locks of her hair. The young girl sprung up from her seat immediately after she heard a loud voice scream from outside her mother’s room.

“What are you doing here?” Aunt Elowen emerged from the corridor. She found my fists curve into balls as she stared at her.

“This is my mother’s ward.” Little Valerie shot back. It was sad to know, but she had begun to abhor this woman.

She scoffed in mockery as her eyes swept across the room. It was paradise compared to the shithole she had kept her mother in.

“Your mother’s ward? Jojo started robbing banks already? Always knew she was a thief! How could I be surprised?”

Valerie felt her jaw harden.

“No. No, she didn’t.”

Valerie was protective towards her sister; she knew Jojo would never do anything wrong.

“Be quiet! Where’s JoJo?” Aunt Elowen asked.

“She’s at her new workplace…” Valerie replied, but Aunt Elowen pushed further.

“Where’s that?”

“I don’t know, auntie.”

Of a truth, the girl did not know.

“Well, I don’t care. When she gets back, tell her I need money. I need some cash to treat Mykel’s hand. She stabbed my son and I don’t have any money to treat him. I need that money in less than a week and if she decides not to give it to me, I’m going to make sure that she suffers the consequences, I’ll call the police on her and lock her behind bars for assault.”

Valerie’s heart skipped three beats at once. My heart softened, I knew she wasn’t joking.

“Please, I’ll tell her, she’ll give you the money. Please don’t call the police on her.”

Valerie found herself pleading with her aunt, even though she did not want to.

“How did they even move her here? She hardly pays for the old room, now she’s here…? Wait…” She looked down at her

“Did she pay for this? All this?”

With shaking hands, Valerie nodded.

“She’s working…” She whispered and Aunt Elowen barked.

“Be quiet!” She barked at me.

“I swear if I don’t get my money, I’ll report Jojo to the authorities for fraudulent activities. She is a thief, and she would get what’s coming for her. She had better do what’s needed.” With that, she frowned and turned away from me.

Valerie watched with trembling hands, watching as Elowen strolled out of the room.