Chapter 8

Lucas’s POV

Three days later, Ethan woke up.

For those forty minutes I stood outside the door.

Machines shrilled. Doctors rushed. My mother’s voice broke with joy. Then came Ethan’s rough but gentle words:

“Maya… you’ve worked so hard these days. When I’m fully recovered, we’ll complete the pairing.”

Maya nearly collapsed, yet she could only nod over and over.

Once I had the doctors and Mrs. Vance leave under the excuse of letting Ethan rest, the door closed again. I walked in, footsteps soft.

Ethan’s awareness was already fading. I pulled Maya up from the bedside and pressed her against the wall beside the hospital bed. I didn’t enter her right away. I just freed my fully hard cock and dragged the thick head slowly through her soaked folds, grinding over her swollen clit again and again. Soft, wet sounds filled the quiet room. I leaned in so only she could hear:

“He’s awake, good girl. Choose right now—do I mark you completely in front of him, or do you open your mouth and tell him you already belong to me? Look how dripping wet this cunt is. Who do you want to fuck it?”

Maya’s breath shuddered. Her hips gave a tiny, helpless rock against the thick head rubbing her.

“Lucas… you’re so hard… I can feel every ridge—”

I ignored every hesitation.

The second Ethan’s eyes lost focus I thrust in to the hilt in one deep stroke. The sudden stretch made her legs nearly give out. A broken, overwhelmed moan tore from her throat:

“Ah—so deep… you’re filling me completely—”

I only fucked her for a dozen hard, heavy thrusts. When I came I locked my hands on her hips and flooded her, thick hot pulses pumping so deep that excess spilled out around my cock. Her walls clenched and fluttered wildly, milking every drop farther inside as if her body refused to let any of it go.

I pulled out, calmly fixed my clothes, and turned to Ethan, whose gaze was still struggling to focus. My voice stayed even, as if nothing had happened:

“Rest well. I’ll handle the pack.”

Before leaving I leaned to Maya’s ear and left one quiet order:

“Come upstairs tonight. Decide whether you’re going to tell him the truth.”

She didn’t come.

Near midnight I walked straight into the medical wing, pulled her out of the chair, and half-carried her back to the Alpha suite. This time I truly slowed everything down. I kissed her brow, her eyelids, her mouth. When I pushed inside it was deep and deliberate, every inch stretching her open. Maya’s head tipped back, a soft, shaky sound escaping her as her body welcomed the thick intrusion.

“Lucas… you’re so thick… I can feel you everywhere—”

She bit down on my shoulder, body shaking through one honest orgasm after another, soft broken moans spilling out with every deep thrust:

“So full… don’t stop… I need it—”

Afterward I knotted her, locking her completely beneath me as the base of my cock swelled to its limit. I breathed against the mark on her nape, voice low and rough:

“Do you want him to wake up carrying the memory of being betrayed… or do you want him to never know at all? Answer me, good girl.”

Only our overlapping breaths filled the suite.

Maya’s lips parted. Her walls still fluttered weakly around the thick knot as she whispered, voice small and wrecked:

“I… I don’t know… just stay inside me a little longer…”