Alpha Alec's Redemption - Chapter 152: Chapter 152

The entire pack gathered in the field, a sea of tense bodies and gleaming eyes, all waiting for Alec to speak.
I stand among them, my skin prickling under the moon’s heavy gaze. The full moon looms above, its pull a visceral ache beneath my skin. The bond with Alec is stronger tonight, as if the moon itself is a cord tightening around us, forcing me to feel every flicker of his energy.
Alec steps forward, his presence commanding and powerful. Even without trying, he owns every eye in the room. His bare chest gleams under the moon’s glow, each muscle coiled and ready, his jaw tight as he addresses the pack.
“Tonight, we honor the goddess,” Alec says, his deep voice rolling over the crowd, sending a shiver straight down my spine. “We thank her for another cycle, for the blessings she’s bestowed upon us, for our strength, our health, and our unity.”
I bite my lower lip, my eyes tracing the way his lips moved. The way his throat bobs when he swallows. The way his muscles tense as he clasps his hands behind his back.
The raw power radiating off him is enough to make my knees buckle.
Nyx is restless, pacing in my mind, her hackles raised.
“Do you feel that? “she whispers, her voice low and sultry. “His scent. His power. It’s intoxicating.”
I can't respond. My tongue feels thick in my mouth. All I can do is stand there, trembling, as Alec’s scent fills every inch of my lungs.
“May the goddess bless us with continued fertility and prosperity,” Alec continues, his eyes sliding to mine for the briefest of moments. His pupils are blown, the golden glow of his wolf swirling beneath the surface. He swallows, his Adam’s apple bobbing. He knows what he was doing to me.
My breath came out in shallow pants. I can feel the wetness between my thighs, the aching throb of need that pulses through me like a second heartbeat. Alec turns away, but I don't. I keep staring, my eyes trailing the slope of his back, the sharp cut of his shoulders, and the way his skin gleams under the moonlight.
“Focus, Sadie,” Nyx growls, but it is too late.
The moon breaks through the clouds, its silvery glow cascading over the field. A collective howl erupts from the pack, a sound so primal it echoes deep within my bones.
Alec’s voice is the loudest. Strong, powerful, and filled with an unspoken promise.
I shiver as I listen, the vibrations of his howl thrumming through my skin.
And then the shift began.
Around me, wolves shed their skin, bones snapping and reforming, fur sprouting as howls filled the air. Clothes tear, and bodies fall to the ground, writhing in the moon’s grasp.
I take a deep breath, then pull my shirt over my head, the night air cool against my bare skin. I slip off my pants and stand naked under the moon, the heat of the shift rolling through me like a wave.
“Are you ready?” Nyx asks.
I laugh nervously. This is a first for me; of course I am not ready. I am not ready at all.
“Nope,” I say. “But that doesn’t matter right now.”
The shift was like a release, bones cracking and reforming, the pressure inside me finding an outlet as Nyx burst forth. Claws hit the ground, powerful and swift, and we were off.
The forest is a blur of shadows and moonlight as we run. The air whips through our fur, cool and crisp, and for a moment, I can forget everything. The heat. The desire. The ache.
But not for long.
A howl echoes in the distance.
"Knox." Nyx growls, her ears flicking back as she picks up his scent.
“You hear that?” she asks with a bit of excitement in her voice. “He’s coming for us.”
I won’t lie; I shared in her excitement. It is thrilling knowing that our mate is coming after us. Knowing that our heat is probably driving him crazy.
That’s the thing with males who have found their mates: during the moon heat, they are usually locked on one scent and one scent alone. Their mate’s.
We race through the forest, dodging trees and fallen logs, our breaths coming out in pants. But the scent of Alec—of Knox—is a constant presence, growing stronger with every step.
It is intoxicating, just like I am sure the scent of our arousal is to him.
And he isn’t the only one who can smell us.
Unmated males surge toward us, their eyes glowing with hunger, their noses flaring as they catch the scent of our heat. Nyx bares her teeth, a feral snarl ripping from her throat as she lunges at one, snapping her jaws just inches from his throat.
He yelps and backs off, tail tucked between his legs, but it wasn’t enough. Another one lunges from the side, his eyes wild, his scent thick with arousal. He crashes into us, knocking us to the ground.
Nyx roars, snapping her jaws as she twists beneath him. The male pins us, his teeth scraping along our neck, trying to assert dominance. A growl rumbles deep in our chest, and we kick out with our hind legs, slamming him off us.
“Who the hell does he think he is?” Nyx snarls.
Before we can react, another presence looms over us, larger, stronger, and infinitely more dangerous.
Knox.
His scent hits us like a tidal wave—cinnamon, spice, and that unmistakable Alec musk. Nyx shudders beneath the weight of it, and I feel it too, my entire body going limp beneath his dominating presence.
Knox lowers his head, his nose brushing against our fur, inhaling our scent as a low growl rumbled through his chest. Nyx whines, pressing herself closer, arching her back as he rubs himself along us.
“He wants to mate,” Nyx purred. “Fuck. I’ve been waiting for this since forever.”
“No,” I said, struggling to gain control. “Not like this.”
But it is hard. Goddess, is it so hard.
Knox’s massive body pins us, his thick fur brushing against ours; he grinds himself along our back. Nyx arches, pressing herself closer, and I nearly lose it.
I had to get out. I had to escape.
Before I can change my mind, I force us to shift back, skin tearing and bones breaking as I reform, human and panting and still naked against the tree.
Before I can even catch my breath, Alec is there, his hot, naked body pressing me against the rough bark, his hands bracketing my head as he leans in, his breath warm against my neck.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he asks, his voice dark and thick with desire.
I swallow; my mouth dry. “I–I was just…”
He presses closer, his erection thick and long against my stomach, and fuck, do I want to feel him somewhere else. Somewhere lower.
“I asked you a question, Sadie,” he says, his lips grazing the shell of my ear. “Where are you going?”
My brain is foggy, my senses overloaded with his scent, his heat, and his hardness. I can’t think and it’s so hard to form words. All I can see is him. All I can feel is him. Hell, I think I can even taste him.
“I… I don’t know,” I say, my voice trembling.
Alec’s hand slides down to my waist, his thumb brushing along my hipbone as his other hand fists in my hair, tilting my head back.
Damn it! That is freaking hot.
“You’re not going anywhere,” he murmurs, his voice a dark, possessive growl. “Not until I’ve had my fill.”
“Alec…”
“Fuck, Sadie,” he groans. “Do you know how badly I want you right now? I want to bend you over right now and take you.”
What’s stopping you? The words are on the tip of my lips but I don’t voice them.
I swallow as he runs his lips on my jaw right before his mouth crashes against mine, his tongue sliding in with a rough, claiming kiss, and I couldn’t help it. I moan, arching into him, my nails digging into his shoulders as his hand slid down to grip my ass, pulling me closer until there was no space between us.
And then he lifts me up and my legs automatically wrap around his waist. He grinds his hips against mine, the thick length of him sliding against my wet folds. It feels so good that I nearly scream at the sensation.
“Yes,” Nyx moans, in my head, “That’s what I’m talking about.”
He presses in, his tip teasing my entrance, so close, so ready for him to fuck me into oblivion
A shuddering gasp escapes me, my head falling back against the tree as Alec’s teeth scrape along my neck, his tongue flicking over my pulse as he whispers, “Mine.”