The Forbidden Alpha

Adea

I wake up alone in an empty bed. I get up from bed, shower, and dress.

“We need to talk to him about the dreams,” Korra reminds me.

“I know. I’m guessing he’s in the office,” I tell her.

And so I go to see my mate at his office.

It’s not the first time I go to see him in his office but today feels different. He looks up from his work as I walk in.

“Adea,” he says huskily, his eyes following the lines of my sundress as it hugs my chest and waist. Beta Odis bows before making a discreet exit closing the door behind him, and we’re alone. My mate leans back in his chair and pats his thigh.

I’m here for a reason but when he uses that tone with me, I find it hard to focus.

“Come here,” he murmurs.

I glance at the large window behind him and am comforted when I see it’s pouring outside.

As if knowing what I’m thinking, a slow smile pulls at the corners of Ethan’s lips.

I walk over to him and tilt my head down so I’m looking into his eyes. I straddle his lap, noticing how my dress slides up my thighs as I sit.

“Well good morning,” he chuckles in my ear, as he unzips his pants and unbuckles his belt. He pulls his hard cock out and pulls me down on him so that I sink down onto him.

Goosebumps break out on my back and along my arms. My nipples harden and the wetness coats his thickness. He pulls me down, down, down on him and I feel him push up, up, up into my core.

Ethan wraps his arms around my waist and slides me up and down his shaft. He slams me down on his length and I arch my back as he grinds me down against him over and over again.

He shoves up, up, up. His touch on my waist tingles and he holds me still as he thrust up into my wet core. I’m riding him and I clench down on him as my orgasm rips through me. Ethan’s arms wrap around me, his arms grip my shoulders as he pulls me down onto him.

I’m sensitive but he continues thrusting into me and I can feel his nerves, his need. He fucks me until I come again, he fucks me until sweat coats his forehead and rolls down his temple. He fucks me until my breast is damp against his chest.

He roars as his orgasm rips from him and he rides it out. When he’s done he lays back in his chair and stares up at me. He lifts me up, and I shiver as he pulls out of me. His fingers trail across my lips and up the side of my face.

“Is there something you came here to say?” He asks, hesitantly.

“Yes,” I say. “I wanted to talk to you about something. I’ve wanted to for a little while now but I couldn’t find the right time.”

Ethan stills, his hands drop from my face and land on my hips. The way he looks at me. Sigh. I don’t deserve this man.

“So, this is going to sound weird,” I say as my fingers dance along his muscular chest. “No, this is going to sound insane,” I laugh nervously.

“But…” I take a deep breath and spit the words out before I can change my mind, “I’ve been having these dreams for a while now. When I first started having them I didn’t know you, I hadn’t met you yet and the faces were kind of blurred but as time went by I’ve kept having the dreams and they’ve slowly progressed if that makes sense. I recently realized that I’ve been dreaming about people I know but also don’t know because it was definitely a different time period but I feel like it might be a sign of, like the future because I keep having them and I think it might be… a vision.”

My chest is in pain and is begging for air by the time I finish pouring my heart out about the secret I’ve been holding in since… I started feeling like it shouldn’t be a secret. I inhale like my life depends on it, my chest expands, and my lungs fill with air.

Ethan stares at me like I might be crazy.

“Um…” he says. He looks at me with wide eyes and I give him a big nervous smile.

“Okay, hold up. Let me try and get this straight,” he says.

“You’re telling me that you’ve been having dreams and you think it might be a vision of something to come? Even though it’s based in the past?” He says, his head cocked to the side as he looks up at me with a hint of a smile on his lips.

“Yes?” I say nervously. “Do you think I’m crazy?”

His brows come together and his forehead wrinkles up.

“I don’t think you’re crazy Adea, but wolves haven’t been known to have powers for decades, if not centuries. It would be… nothing short of a miracle if you did possess the ability to see things.”

“So you don’t believe me,” I say.

“I didn’t say that,” he says and squeezes me.

“Can you remember what happened in these dreams?” He asks.

“Vividly,” I reply.

Silence.

“Do you wanna tell me what happened in the dreams?”

“Yes… in the dream there’s an attack or a war. It was bigger than an attack but smaller than a war. There was a lot of death and a lot of our loved ones died. Shane was there and he took me… He took me and did terrible things to me again.”

I swallow.

“And where was I?” Ethan asks.

I bite my lip.

“Where was I, Adea?” He prods.

“Shane ripped your heart out of your chest.” A tear runs down my cheek.

“You died Ethan.”