Sold To The Untouchable Alpha
Late Night Talk

[Arissa’'s POV]

I could feel my legs shaking from the force of Ivan’s thrust into me. After teasing me into threeorgasms, he took control and finally entered me to begin a round two of sorts.

"Fuck, Ivan... harder." I moaned, arching my back so he could hit my g-spot better. "I want you tofuck me as hard as you can.”

To my surprise, Ivan’s hand reached around and grabbed my neck, while the other clawed into thesoft skin of my stomach. I could hear predatorial growls escaping him as he began to move withinhuman speed.

Fuck, it felt amazing. The way his claws cut my skin, sending pain and pleasure through me. The wayhis hand squeezed my throat just enough to make breathing uncomfortable, but not impossible. Itall felt too damn good.

"Just like that.” I panted, tilting my head back so he could bite at my neck once again. "JUST LIKETHAT!"

My moans of passion turned into screams, and the world around me dissolved into nothing morethan the feel of Ivan fucking me for all that he was worth.

I don't know how long we remained like that, but soon I felt him jerk, shoving his dick deep into mywomb and releasing it. The force of it sent me over the edge, crashing into orgasm

"N-no!" I yelped, wriggling around enough to look into his eyes. "I just didn't expect you to bewilling to tell me anything.”

Trying to collect my thoughts, I tried to think of what I should answer. There was plenty I wanted toknow in regards to his past. Like why his and Isaac's relationship clearly wasn't good. Or why hehated his father so much.

"How about the relationship between you and your father?" I tried, deciding to ask each questionone by one. "Why do you hate him so much?"

"He let my mother be killed.” Ivan responded instantly.

I couldn't stop the shock that rolled through me from his words. It seemed that we shared a similarpast experience. Who would have thought?

"I guess I should first tell you the story of Isaac and myself." He continued, taking my silence as asign to go on. "I'm not sure if you know, but Isaac and I don't have the same mother. We only sharemy father's blood. My mother was the luna of my old man's pack, you see, and Isaac's mother washis mistress. Although their positions were like that, it didn't mean that he preferred my mother overIsaac's. "

I could feel myself wanting to hug Ivan as he spoke. Even if he was trying his best to hide it, I couldstill feel the pain it brought him to be reliving this memory. In a way, I wished I hadn't asked, but Iwas truly moved by the fact that he was telling me.

"My mother was made luna by my great-grandfather. He refused to allow my father to take overuntil he married her. " Ivan said, drawing my attention back to him. "He agreed, since he hadn'tfound his mate by then. It was only after he took over as alpha of his pack that he found her. ""Isaac's mother." I murmured, feeling my heart beginning to break for him.

"That's right.” Ivan confirmed. "She appeared one stormy night, and they fell in love instantly. Ofcourse, due to the law of the pack, he couldn't demote my mother from luna, so they both had tosettle for making her his mistress. It didn't take long for her to become pregnant with Isaac, causingher to become even more jealous of my mother. At the time, Isaac was the only heir, and thatcaused my father to dote on Isaac's mother, while mine rotted away in the luna castle just off thepacklands. However, he still came to visit her during each of her ovulation cycles, and then, aftermany years, she finally became pregnant with me.”

"Oh, Ivan." I gasped, finally giving in and wrapping my arms around him. "I think I know where this isgoing."

"If you guessed that Isaac and his mother began to plot ways to get rid of my mother and me,you're correct.” He said coldly. "Little did I know that my old man would help them. He secretlybegan feeding my mother poison with each of her meals. It was a poison that caused its victim todie a slow and painful death from the inside out. By the time she died, she was nothing more than ahusk of the woman she used to be."

I watched silently as Ivan's jaw twitched and his eyes slowly darkened. I could tell he was fighting hisanger by how tight his grip was on me. Leaning up, I kissed his cheek in hopes that it would helpcalm him

"Sorry," he finally sighed, regaining control of his emotions. "This is the first time I've talked aboutthis with anyone.”

It was as if his words opened a floodgate. Tears instantly began to flow down my cheeks, but Iwasn't sure who I was crying for at that moment. Was it him or was it for the girl I used to be? Hisstory reminded me so much of my childhood that it was stirring up my own memories. Maybe it wasabout time I did what he was brave enough to do. Maybe it was time I also told all.