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The Alpha King's Secret Babies

Larissa is among the lowest-ranked wolves in the society, the omegas. Her mate rejected her after she had lost her virginity to him, heartbroken, she went to a whorehouse to find herself a man that would help to wash her pains away, but unfortunately, the man who bought her that night to serve was the alpha son, Darrell Warlock, next in line to be the alpha. He slept with her and marked her as his mate. After that night, Larissa found out she was pregnant and decided to run far away to hide herself and her pregnancy. She gave birth to a set of twins who looked exactly like their father and chose to hide them in secret, but after five years, fate bought her back to the children's father. "Did you think you could run forever, my little prey?"
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Chapter 4

Darrell's POV

The large woman at the counter was shocked to see me in the place, but she diverted her eyes and plastered on a smile.

"What may I offer you tonight?" She inquired, bouncing her huge breasts in front of me.

My wolf rolled in disgust, but I calmed it down.

"Do you have a new girl, someone that hasn't been working here for long?" I asked instead.

She paused her bouncing and smiled. "I know just the right girl." She scribbled something in her book and then looked up once again and said, "Come with me."

She stepped out of her counter and waltzed ahead of me to a door by the side of the pub. It opened to a staircase, and she went up to the last floor.

"She is in the last room," she pointed out. "It will cost a hundred dollars," she said, stretching her hand in my face.

"Sure." I nodded as I dug through my pockets and pulled out a bill for her.

"Have a good night!" She squeaked happily as she went down the stairs, leaving me alone.

The bulb in the corridor was flickering as I moved to the last door. My wolf was on the edge, as we were suddenly interested in seeing who was behind the door.

As I pulled the door open, my nostrils filled with the sweet scent of Jasmine.

My wolf purred in satisfaction, and I could feel my skin begin to tingle.

My heart started beating fast as my eyes finally fell on the woman in the bed.

She looked shy at first, but as I stood there at the door, trying to figure out why my wolf was acting this way, she got up.

My heart caught in my throat as I realized she was naked. Her beautiful curves, perfectly sculptured on her silky skin, were an addition to the beauty reflecting on her face.

Her breasts were firm, and as she walked, they bounced, begging me to touch them.

For the first time, I felt my cock harden in my pants. A strong flame moved within me, starting from my toes and settling in my groin.

She came closer to where I stood, and I could see the uncertainty in her eyes, yet she leaned into me and kissed me.

Like a dormant wire, my wolf was shocked to life. My hands slipped to her waist, and I pulled her closer, deepening the kiss.

An insatiable hunger filled me. I wanted her in so many ways that I didn't know where to start.

My wolf surged to the surface, and I grabbed the girl, lifting her until her legs were wrapped around my waist.

I took control of the kiss, letting my hands go on an adventure through her body. Her skin was just as soft as I had imagined.

I grabbed her buttocks and led her back to the bed. My lips left her lips, and I moved to her neck, kissing and licking until my wolf couldn't wait anymore.

I moved my hands to my belt, and I quickly unbuckled it so that my cock could spring to life.

I let my cock rub against her core, loving the way she hissed and moaned softly against the force of it.

I tried to push through her core, but it was too tight. I pulled back and let one of my fingers go into her.

"What sort of a whore are you?" I wondered out loud as my finger went in and out of her tight little pussy.

Her lips were buried in her mouth as she looked at me with glassy eyes. Her nipples stared back at me, and I couldn't help it. I bent towards them and took them in my mouth as I continued fingering her.

"Ahh! Hmmm..." She moaned against my ears, sending my wolf on a crazy ride.

This was wrong. I shouldn't be feeling this way for a whore-much less an omega-but, like they say, my wolf knew what it wanted.

"What's your name?" I whispered as I admired her flushed face.

She opened her eyes and stared back at me, but she didn't say a word. She continued biting her lip. Her eyes danced with questions, and I ached to know what they were.

I added an extra finger, rolling and twisting it inside of her, stretching her further until she was crying out in pleasure.

"Larissa..." She whimpered as pleasure enveloped her entire being.

At that moment, I couldn't wait anymore. I directed my cock to her entrance and pushed through her walls.

"Fuck!" We chorused.

The tingles I felt earlier returned, blinding me to reality. I kissed her soft lips and started moving inside of her.

It was gentle at first, but as her tight walls continued to wrap around my thick cock, I couldn't stop. I went faster.

'Larissa...' my wolf growled as it took control of the sex.

He raised her legs in the air and went in even deeper, stretching her more than any man could ever do.

The tingles I had been trying to ignore soured within me, and my wolf recognized them.

"Mine..." He growled in my head.

I shook my head, refusing to let my hunger for sex blind my judgment. Larissa was an omega; I couldn't have her. It was impossible.

But my wolf had another thing planned; as we both moved to the rhythms of our hormones, it no longer remained sex with a whore; it became more. We became more.

It was passionate. It was lovemaking. As the pulls of the bond I was rejecting soured around us, intertwining to become one, I let go of my control.

My lips went to her neck, and I sucked on them like I was enchanted. My cock throbbed within her, and I knew that my release wasn't far anymore.

My thrusting became even faster and stronger. I brought my fingers to her clitoral area, and I massaged her as I went in and out.

As I pumped my seeds into her, my teeth elongated, and I was close to marking her as mine, but just as they grazed the soft skin around her neck, I stopped.

What have I done?

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