Author_Mila

Sylvia, a twenty-one-year-old hybrid suddenly gets caught in a storm when her pack members begin to die due to a plague. Her father, the alpha also does along. There is turmoil and sorrow in the pack and Sylvia, the new alpha is torn between what to do. It's not that there is no solution for this problem.

But just what will she do when it turns out the man who has the solution doesn't just want her to step back for him? He also seems to want her body.

The Alpha's Beta Luna

No matter how much Sylvia tried to struggle, he seemed adamant and bent on making her pay. Even though she was unable to understand what he did wrong and why he thought she was sleeping with Xavier.


She was not a fool. She was well aware that he was a devil so why would she get herself entangled with another man? 


Nolan looked over his shoulder and could see that her head was bent low, and her shoulders downcast. His hands tightened around her wrist and he couldn't help but feel a surge of anger rise in him. 


He had caught her flirting with another man and she had the cheek to look downcast and aggrieved.


He snorted and pulled her into a hallway. Sylvia had never been there and she could not help but panic at the thought that he was taking her somewhere deserted. 


No one would be able to save her if he did anything dangerous.


She tried to pull her wrist away from him but his grip was right and stronger than hers. Seeing that she did not have much hope in using that, she focused on speaking some sense into him.


"Where is this?" She asked. "Where are you taking me to?"


Sylvia tried to struggle. "You know that I didn't flirt with him. I am not dumb. Why would I do so when I know you would be mad?"


Nolan stiffened at this and his expression seemed to relax for a moment before it turned sour again.


And this time, he didn't waste time before dragging her into a strangely different room. Then he bolted the door.


He let go of her wrist and walked in, his back turned to her. Sylvia twisted her aching wrist and turned towards the door to open it and leave. But, she found that it was a keyhole door and he had the key in his pockets.


She turned back and saw him staring at her and watching her movements. He had a small smile at the edge of his lips. 


Yet, no matter how much Sylvia looked at it, it didn't seem like a sincere smile at all.


She looked away from him and turned her attention toward the room. It was large and wide too. She also noticed so many things about the room. The bed was made with metals. There were strange instruments littered around.


Sylvia released a gasp a the sight. Her mind skipped a beat as she looked at the toys on the ground. There was stuff like ropes, cuffs, dildos, and every other BDSM object arranged on shelves and hangers in the room.


They were well arranged and in an orderly fashion.


Sylvia looked toward the man standing opposite her. 


Was he planning to punish her by using all these on her?


Her fists tightened with force and her expression was solemn.


18.