The Rogue is a Female Alpha novel Chapter 447

Chapter 447

Cupid

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The maid leaves me at my assigned door. Evalina’s is directly opposite, her door cracked like an invitation. Inside, her male servant is sliding that sheer white dress down her body. I watch It pools at her feet. She stands naked, skin glowing under the chandelier.

There is a black-ink viper tattoo coiled low around her hips, its tongue pointing straight to her shaved pussy. I haven’t noticed it before until now.

She turns slowly, letting me see everything, heavy tits, hard nipples, the glint of a piercing between her folds, then saunters toward her bathroom, hips rolling.

I walked into my bedroom and closed the door, making my way toward the window before glancing around the room, scanning for cameras.

I didn’t look too long before spotting a hidden one angled toward the bed at the center.

I looked away from it, making sure not to reveal that I had noticed it.

I pulled out my cellphone to text my cousin, but he had already sent me one.

‘My dinner is served in my bedroom. Whores are here. Your order?’

I stared at the text for a while before replying.

‘Enjoy.’

I tossed my phone onto the bed and sat down with a low sigh.

Evalina means no harm, not as long as I comply with her needs and fuck her. That’s what she wants.

If I do that, she won’t hurt Desmond.

She’ll entertain us. She’ll seal the deal as long as I give her what she demands.

Only… I can’t. Can I?

I rose from the bed and began undressing, knowing very well that I was being watched through the camera.

I went to shower, bracing my palms against the wall while I let the water cool my nerves.

I tried to settle my thoughts, tried telling myself that one thrust, one release, and it would be over.

That Snowflakes would never know. She isn’t here anyway but I know the truth.

She has been cheated on all her life. She has never known true love.

She deserves respect, adoration, affection, and exclusivity from me, my body.

She said she would wait for me. Will she?

I finished my bath and reached for the towel, walking back into the bedroom, only to see a message pop up on my phone screen.

I walked toward it to read.

It was happiness from Snowflakes. Reassurance. Hope.

Hi Cupid. I am about to sleep and I wish to hear your voice but I fear you’d be busy so I am writing instead. I am home with my family and they didn’t make me feel guilty. I am relieved but then I think about you and I don’t know what to feel. Good night. I will call you tomorrow morning.’

I read it once, then again, swallowing hard.

I don’t move. It was hard and she could see right through my steady gaze. She sighs, glances at her male maid.

“Frandy, call Alpha Ruis. Tell him his son is being difficult.”

My jaw locks at that. Father’s disappointment would be nuclear.

Evalina spreads wider, clit pierced and gleaming. Then her eyes soften, almost desperate.

“Please” she whispers, voice cracking for the first time and I give in.

My thumb finds her clit, circles slow. She gasps, hips bucking. I hook the thong further aside and sink two fingers deep.

She’s molten, clenching hard, dripping down my knuckles. Gently, I curl, stroke that spot inside until her thighs tremble and her moans turn desperate.

When she’s right on the edge, back arched, tits heaving, I straightened up and lean in until our lips almost touch. In that moment, I slide my fingers free, bring them to her mouth. She sucks greedily, tongue swirling, tasting herself while staring into my eyes.

I pick up the meth sachet with my clean hand.

“We meet the accountant tomorrow.” I say.

Then I walk away, leaving her panting and empty on the table.

Back in my room I strip again. Cock half-hard from the scent of her but refusing to stand fully.

Only one woman can easily make me fully arose, but now and she’s probably asleep while believing I’m worth the wait.

I return to bed and I open the sachet, tip a fat line onto the nightstand, snort it deep. The rush slams through my werewolf spirit like lightning. Everything dulls, sharpens, then floats.

Slowly I lay onto the bed, let the high swallow me whole, and for a few hours there is only blank beautiful nothing.