The Alpha’s Possession
The Alpha’s Possession
~Lyra~
Oh my Goddess.
He just said it. Out loud. In front of everyone.
“Listen up. Everyone.”
And when I say everyone, I mean it. Every single soul in that hallway froze. The kind of freeze you only see in movies where time stops and the music cuts out and you just know something dangerous is about to happen. It was like the air itself got scared. Like even the oxygen knew not to mess with Damon when he spoke like that.
Then someone said it.
“Is that not Alpha Damon?”
A girl was staring straight at me now. Her eyes were huge. Her mouth was wide open. Her face looked like she had just seen the Moon Goddess herself descend from the sky and declare me queen.
And then someone else whispered, “Tasha’s dad, right? The strongest Alpha to ever exist?”
Another voice, this time shaky and terrified, added, “I heard he ripped a rogue’s head off with his bare hands.
Didn’t even shift.”
I couldn’t move. I couldn’t blink. My whole body was on fire, but not from shame. From adrenaline. From the high of being owned in the most brutal, public, no–going–back way imaginable. My thighs were trembling. My lips were parted. My heart was beating so fast it sounded like war drums in my ears.
Then Damon said it.
“Silence.”
Just one word. That was all it took.
Every single person in that hallway shut the f**k up.
Phones were lowered. Bags hit the floor. Some people didn’t even dare to breathe too loud. It was like the entire school was holding its breath at once, waiting to see who would die first if they made the mistake of
speaking.
He looked at all of them with eyes that could kill. Real, actual kill. Not the dramatic kind. The real kind. The kind of stare that made your inner wolf roll over and submit whether you wanted to or not.
And then–he turned to me.
And my stomach dropped.
Because I knew what was coming.
“Let this be a warning,” he said, pointing down at the boy on the floor, the one still twitching and bleeding like
roadkill. “He touched what’s mine.”
I swear I almost moaned.
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That word–mine–hit me like a slap to the soul. I wanted to scream it. I wanted to tattoo it across my chest. I wanted to claw it into my own skin just so I could look at it when I was alone and remember this moment
forever.
He stepped forward, slowly, like a predator stalking its prey.
“Anyone who touches her again will beg for the death I gave him.”
Lyra
Oh my actual f*****g Moon Goddess.
He didn’t just say that.
He didn’t just say that in front of everyone. In front of the entire student body.
“Look at her.”
That’s what he said. Loud. Clear. Like I was a f*****g trophy on display. And not a pretty little one behind
glass. No.
A dripping, ruined, freshly–claimed trophy, legs still shaking, stomach still tight, skin still warm from his palm and his c**k and his voice. I could still feel his knot stretching me.
I could still feel his grip on my throat. I could still hear the filthy sounds echoing off the lockers when he slammed into me like the whole hallway belonged to us.
Everyone stared.
I mean everyone.
Even the teachers. Even the creepy looking janitor.
And then–he said it.
His voice dropped like thunder wrapped in fire.
“If any of you boys dare touch her, flirt with her, or even come close to her-”
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And oh God, I already knew it was going to be bad. I knew it in my bones. My wolf was pacing inside me. My
pulse was in my ears.
“-I promise you, I won’t just rip your c**k out.”
Someone behind me gasped. Like actually gasped out loud. I think it was Alex from math class. He dropped his bag. I swear he pissed himself a little. But I couldn’t look. I couldn’t move. I was locked in place by Damon’s voice, by the feral heat in his eyes, by the weight of the claim he had just slammed over the entire hallway like a bloody gavel.
“I’ll rip your chest open. With my hands.”
That’s what he said.
With his mouth. In front of everyone. In front of me.
And I swear on every holy book and every dirty magazine I’ve ever hidden under my bed that my p***y
fluttered.
Not twitched. Not tightened. Fluttered.
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Because there he was, the most dangerous man in this building, covered in blood and still probably hard from ruining me against a locker, declaring to the world that I was his. Not flirt–with–me–at–your–own–risk his.
No. I–will–rip–your–heart–out–and–feed–it–to–your–mother his.
“She’s mine,” he growled, voice low and cruel and godlike. “Do you hear me? Mine. I don’t share. I don’t offer. I
own.”
And I swear, every girl in that hallway started crossing their legs. Every boy looked down at the floor.
Every teacher stepped back just a little. Because there was no doubting it anymore. I wasn’t just some
random Omega in heat. I was the Luna now. Claimed in full view. Marked by heat and knot and c*m. His c*m.
“I hope each and every one of you understood,” he said.
And that was it. The final warning. The judgment day. The damn apocalypse.
And like good little children facing a god with blood on his hands, they answered.
“Yes, sir.”
Soft. Timid. Scared shitless.
“Yes, Alpha.”
And my insides did a backflip.
Damon nodded once, satisfied like a lion after a kill, and then casually–so casually I wanted to scream–he
looked down at the crumpled, bloodied body on the floor like it was trash beneath his boots and said-
“Good. Now call your cleaners.”
I couldn’t breathe.
I couldn’t think.
I could only stand there with my whole soul shaking and my body still humming like a struck tuning fork. My knees wanted to collapse. My heart wanted to escape my chest. My heat was still burning, still pulling, still dripping out of me in hot little waves every time I clenched my thighs. Which was every two seconds.
And then he looked at me.
He looked at me like he was still hungry.
Like I wasn’t done.
Like this was just halftime.
He didn’t smile. He didn’t speak loud. He didn’t ask for permission or check to see if I could walk.
He leaned in and muttered, all low and filthy and full of wreckage-
“Let’s go, kitten.”
And I swear-
f**k.
Just that one word tore through me like a second orgasm. A mental one. An emotional one. My whole body reacted. I moaned without moaning. My breath shuddered out of me and I had to squeeze my fists just to stay upright, I wanted to drop to my knees right there in front of everyone and beg him to take me again.
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He walked.
I followed.
And the hallway stayed parted, like he was Moses and I was the water and we had just committed a sin so
great even the walls were too scared to breathe.
There you have it, folks.
Yup. That’s how my first day of school went. Not a cute little walk to homeroom. Not a shy girl with her books
pressed to her chest and a fresh pen to take notes in Algebra.
Crazy, right?
Like if someone had told me this morning, “Hey Lyra, don’t bother packing a lunch today because you’ll be too busy getting f****d into a public surface while your mate turns the hallway into a crime scene,” I probably
would’ve laughed. I probably would’ve put on a cuter bra. Or worn heels. Or done a little more lip gloss.
And the truth?
The sick, twisted, delicious truth?
I f*****g loved it.
Every second. Every sound. Every secondhand gasp and flinch and drop of silence. I loved the way his voice
shook the walls. I loved the way his hands held me like I’d fall apart if he didn’t claim me.
Tell me you wouldn’t want to be me.
Go ahead. Say it with your whole chest.
Say you wouldn’t want to be the girl who moaned “Daddy” in front of a row of lockers and made the scariest Alpha alive lose control.
You can’t say it, can you?
You want it.
I see you. Don’t pretend. Don’t lie.
You want to be the one he calls kitten. You want to be the reason he snaps necks and shatters skulls and
spits threats so hot the floor trembles. You want to be the one who walks beside him, ruined and radiant and branded with his scent so deep even the Goddess herself can’t wash it off.
But you’re not.
b***h, you’re single. Hahaha
And I’m not just taken. I’m f*****g claimed. I’m marked. I’m mated. I’m dripping. I’m branded by the kind of dominance you don’t come back from. I’m the one walking beside Alpha Damon while the hallway stays parted like the seas, and every eye watches me like I’m a walking, breathing, moaning warning label.
And the best part?
That was just the beginning.
So if you’re still reading, move on to the next chapter.
Because guess what?
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Now I’m going to dominate the pack.
Yeah. You heard me right.
I’m walking in like a Luna. Not because they gave me the title but because I earned it.
And who knows? We might f**k again after.
Honestly, knowing him? We definitely will.
Right after the meeting. Maybe during. Maybe on the Alpha Council table while the old men watch in horror.
Haha. Oh, I know what you’re thinking.
Don’t even try to deny it.
You’re horny, b***h.
I can feel it. I can see it. You’ve been squirming since the first time he pinned me to the locker and told me not to move. You’ve been clenching your thighs every time I mention his knot. Your eyes widened when I said his c*m was still leaking out of me. Don’t lie. You’ve probably got your phone in one hand and your other
hand already sliding into your waistband.
It’s okay.
I get it.
So do what you need to do.
Go touch yourself. Go get a f*****g vibrator and f**k that p***y of yours. Rub that needy little clit. Slide your fingers in. Moan out loud.
Pretend it’s your body he’s pinning, your p***y he’s stretching, your heat he’s flooding. Touch yourself while I drip and shake and beg him to knot me again.
You need to c*m.
I want you to c*m.
I want your legs to shake. I want your throat to go dry. I want your whole body to pulse with it. I want you to feel everything I felt when he buried himself so deep inside me I forgot I ever existed without him.Scream into your pillow and beg the universe to send you your own Damon Thornvale. And when you’re done? Come back.
Because this story isn’t finished.
Not even close.
Click on the next chapter and watch me walk into that pack meeting like the Luna I was born to be.
Now hurry up and flip the page.
Your dirty little Luna has more chaos to cause.
Royalty Writes
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