“Will you marry me, Alpha Xavier?” I asked and bowed slightly. Lord Xavier is currently the Alpha of the Leonard family. 
Apparently, he’s been hailed as one of the strongest men on the continent—and the most handsome. Not like that matters to me but I guess it’s a plus. 
“Excuse me?” The man stared at me in disbelief. “If have to repeat myself, will you marry me?” I looked up at Xavier who hadn’t moved a muscle nor taken his eyes off of me. 
He just needs to accept my proposal already! This silence and waiting is unbearable! I’m offering you money and power. 
What more could you possibly— “I accept your marriage proposal.” Xavier interrupted my thoughts and released his hold on me. I’ve succeeded! Another step closer to your death, my Lord…

 ------- Xavier’s POV 

I accepted the witch girl’s proposal and walked out of the parlor without looking back at her. How could I? 
My heart raced inside of my chest, though I knew that these beats weren’t my own. Throughout the entire ordeal, something itched in the back of my mind. I knew what it was. 
“Lyon!” I commanded through thought. “What was that all about? What happened?” A howl echoed through my mind. 
“She’s our mate!” Lyon exclaimed. Mate?! The daughter of the Wisdom family was supposed to be my Luna? I couldn’t believe that the Moon Goddess was capable of such jokes and trickery.

Propose To The Alpha

Everything inside of me burned with passion. I felt like I was about to explode. My mind was clouded with pleasure and I needed a release.


Fire began to consume me. I couldn’t take it anymore. “Please, Xavier…” I whined.


His thrusts were reckless now. He bent down again and bit softly at my neck. “Beg, Eloise. Tell me what you want,” he coached.


“I… I want…” I dug my nails into his back.


“Let those pretty lips of yours say dirty things, Eloise. Beg for it.” He ordered. He lifted his finger to my lips and began to stroke them.


“Please, Xavier. Let me cum. I want to cum with you.” I whimpered.


Xavier went on to thrust into me with a merciless rhythm, the sounds of our moaning and grunting filling up the room. Our hands clung to each other; shockwaves gripped our bodies once we were pushed over the edge.


Chapter 24