The Feral Alpha's Captive-Chapter 85: Fraud

DRAVEN

She moaned and I twisted the voice of her voice in my head. It was not Circe, no it was Althea’s cunt I had my fingers in.

I forced my mind to conjure up all that I wanted, her scent, her voice, the tenderness of her skin, the slight hesitance when the pleasure wanted to drown her. It was difficult because the bitch I married was like her.

Circe was greedy, she never yearned for me, her moans were guttural but soft, her body did not jolt as if stung. She was too...her.

How could they be sisters yet be so different?

I pushed the thought away, at least grateful that the candles had been blown out—like they always were so I would not need to look at her face to realize just what had slipped through my fingers.

I flipped Circe over roughly, her body yielding without protest as she got on all fours, ass up and presented like an offering.

The darkness hid her slender body but I didn’t need to see—my mind painted Althea there instead, her curvy frame trembling on the bed, knees digging into the mattress as she arched tentatively, unsure but compliant.

Circe pushed back against me, impatient, her pussy already slick and gaping from my earlier teasing. I gripped her hips hard, fingers bruising the flesh, and lined up my cock, slamming in from behind in one deep thrust that buried me to the hilt.

Her cunt clenched around my shaft, hot and demanding, pulling me in deeper with every roll of her hips. I fucked her hard, skin slapping against skin, the rhythm brutal and unyielding.

But in my thoughts, it was Althea—her tight pussy stretching painfully around me, a soft cry escaping her lips as I claimed her from behind, her back arching not in greed but in overwhelmed surrender. Circe moaned loudly, pushing back to meet my thrusts, her ass jiggling with the force. "Yes, like that," she gasped, voice thick with lust.

I tuned her out, pounding faster, imagining Althea’s whimpers, the way her body would quiver under my assault, her hands clutching the sheets as tears pricked her eyes from the intensity.

The pressure coiled in my gut, balls tightening as I chased release. Circe’s walls fluttered, her own climax building, but I didn’t care.

All I saw was Althea, all I wanted was to fill her, to mark her as mine. "Althea," I groaned, the name slipping out unbidden as I drove deep one final time, cum erupting from my cock in thick spurts, flooding Circe’s pussy while I pictured spilling into her sister’s depths.

Circe froze beneath me, her body going rigid mid-thrust, a sharp intake of breath the only sound. I pulled out carelessly, my softening cock slick with our mixed fluids, dripping onto the sheets as I rolled away.

She stayed there on her knees, ass still raised, cum leaking down her thighs, but she didn’t move. "Draven?" Her voice cracked, laced with hurt, a tremor of displeasure rippling through it. "What... what did you say?"

I sat up, chest heaving, the afterglow souring into bitterness. "You heard me," I spat, turning to face the shadows where she knelt. "Althea. That’s who I was fucking. Not you."

Her silence stretched, heavy and accusing, but it only fueled my rage. I wanted to hurt her, to carve out the resentment festering inside me. "This is your fault, Circe. I should have never rejected the bond for you. You’re my greatest mistake—cold, grasping, nothing like her. You"ve ruined everything."

She didn’t respond at first, just shifted slightly, the bed creaking under her weight. Hurt flickered in her posture, the way her shoulders slumped, but she held her tongue, displeased silence wrapping around us like a shroud.

Then, a low growl rumbled from her throat, warning, cutting through the dark. The scrape of flint echoed, followed by the hiss of a match. Flames sputtered to life as she lit the candles one by one, their golden light flooding the room, chasing away the shadows I’d clung to.

Circe rose slowly, naked and unashamed, cum still glistening on her inner thighs as she turned to me.

Her eyes locked on mine, bitterness swirling in their depths like storm clouds, sharp and unyielding. She stalked forward, closing the distance until she loomed over me, her presence fierce. "You will not fuck me in the dark," she said, voice low and edged with venom, each word meant to cut. "You will look into my eyes—from now on, every thrust, every whisper. No more hiding behind your pathetic fantasies."

Her challenge hung in the air, the candlelight flickering across her face, highlighting the raw emotion there. I met her gaze, the tension crackling between us, my cock twitching despite the anger. "You are my wife." I hissed. "You submit to me. I will shove my cock in your disgrace of a hole in whatever position I please. I will moan whichever name I please."

She smiled then, menacing almost as she was challenging me. That smile of hers—sharp, predatory—sent a chill racing down my spine, even as my cock stirred back to life under her gaze.

The candle flames danced across her skin, casting shadows that accentuated the swell of her breasts, the curve of her hips still marked by my grip. She didn"t flinch at my words; if anything, they seemed to ignite something darker in her, her eyes narrowing as she stepped closer, the air between us thickening with unspoken threats.

"You are no one," She hissed.

My hand came up in an instant, my words searing me raw as my palm made impact with her cheek.

But she didn"t flinch, like she expected me to strike. "Typical," she spat.

"I am your Alpha!"

"A fucking fraud," She retorted. "A paper king. A liar."

I stopped for a fraction of a second, the ringing in my ears sharpening. I went slack as she stepped closer. "Elias already suspects you didn’t heal this pack for shit. He should have been Alpha. He just needs confirmation and you are done."