The Princess’s Broken Alpha

Zion

The room is unbelievably hot as the sound of skin slapping together echoes through the small room. Her wet and slippery mound slides up and down rapidly around my shaft and tightens when her clit and my pelvis meet. The scent of s*x and her fruity perfume blend together and it is cloying as I breathe it into my lungs. The perfume is strong and I can literally taste it in my mouth. I grab her hair as her heat coats my c**k and pound into her, increasing the pace and hearing her gasping for breath as she pushes herself down to meet my thrusts, taking it all. If she is anything, she is a good f**k. "Zi Zi Zion!" she screams, unable to complete her words as her soft breasts bounce in the air and I stretch her to the maximum.

I look up at her beauty, her lips slightly swollen and flushed pink and her sharp jawline. The green eyes before me are burning bright as she arches her back to bring herself crashing down on me. Her n*****s are puffy, swollen and her breasts red from my earlier assaults. I release the brown hair from my grasp and watch her eyes roll back in ecstasy as I continue to fill her up.

I place my head between her breasts and kiss going up to her collar bone leaving marks behind and tasting the salt on her skin.

"Never stop f*****g me Zi! You feel so good inside me. " she mutters and looks like she's about to cry as my emotionless eyes take her in.

“A f*****g masterpiece!" she screams, almost out of breath. She definitely is a masterpiece.

Her lips are separated as she tries to draw air through them into her burning lungs as she's out of breath, the sweat trickling down her face and between her breasts. I can feel heat pool in my stomach and in no time I'm about to c*m, so I grip her firm tan ass hard and pump into her harder as her fingers dig into my shoulder. She starts screaming and her face scrunches up again as if she's about to cry and I feel her body stiffen then shake as she tightens around me. "f**k this p***y! You're all I need!"

I take this as my cue and groan hard before I release my load into the condom.

Her damp body falls against mine clinging to me releasing small tremors as she fights to catch her breath, her warm breath tickling my ear.

"Jesus, I thought you were going to take my soul with this one." she whispers with her head on my shoulder and our bodies still pulsing from the heated s*x. I have no response as I wait for her to catch her breath by gently rubbing her lower back. After a few deep breaths and a moment pass our breathing has gone back to normal. I slap her ass to let her know I'm ready to go. She releases a small surprised scream and wiggles her waist but makes no attempt to move. She's holding on for dear life.

"Can't you stay Zion?" her green eyes beg and I notice her lashes aren't full anymore. They're sparse, well to be honest she doesn't have any and I would guess the heavy set of fake lashes she used to wear took everything clean over a period of time. It reminds me of those ostriches on the discovery channel. Why am I noticing these things? Does it matter? Hell no. It is time to definitely go. Her lips form in a pout, but I know better.

"No, c'mon get up."

She finally shuffles off of me and walks to the bed where she lays flat and I admire her body. She will make her mate happy one day.

I hurriedly take off the condom and pull up my jeans pooling around my ankles to get out of this peach painted room that now that the s*x is over feels claustrophobic.

"You know if you stay we could go two more rounds." her voice sounds silky and inviting.

Her red painted fingers reach between her thighs and she opens up dipping her finger in and out of her wetness, rubbing in circles playing with herself to tease me. Her head is tilted to the side as she watches me hoping I'd reconsider and for a moment I almost do. But you can't bring a good man down, so I do what I always do.

"Goodnight, Charlotte."

She whines and protests as I head out the door closing it behind me and I'm now in the empty hall. I pause a moment before I go through the main house but it's empty, everyone has gone home.

I always use the spare room at the end of the hall for these kind of things. I glide through the kitchen and down a coke before going through the back door and into the cool night air.

That's the perk of being an Alpha. Women are lined up like they are auditioning for a singing competition. Even if you are busted and in a wheel chair there's always somebody willing to look past it just to say they f****d the Alpha or they have the chance to be Luna. Maybe they like the idea that I'm broken and one of them will win the lottery of fixing me. Women like to fix things. They like the thrill and it does help that I'm easy on the eyes face wise that is.

I'm fine just as I am. It took a while for me to get here, but I'm here. It is traditional to have a Luna as the head of the pack, but our pack is far from traditional with me being Alpha already. If another mate comes along I'll reject her. I have no faith in it and I guess you can say I'm older and wiser now. Women have offered to be Luna, because it has its perks but it's not happening.

My pack has adjusted to their not being any Luna, just as they have adjusted to me being an Alpha. A lot of people weren't here for it and a lot of people were not shy in voicing their opinions. Which I do not hold against them and I think is valid. If it was the other way around I would be concerned as well about my pack and I's well being. But with my two brothers, we proved them wrong. Why do I put myself in such a position? Why not just give it up to them? That's a story for another day.

I arrive at the edge of the cliff, the moon's light casting a warm glow and I look out at the world. The cold air bites my cheeks, but no matter how many times I come here it still feels surreal. It's the best spot when my wolf is itching to come out for a break and get some fresh air. I always choose right here because even in the brightest moonlight with the way this cliff and trees are situated it's hard to make out anyone out here but their shadow.

I don't shift in front of my pack, never have. I don't want to feel the looks, and disappointment and it would be extremely uncomfortable seeing as my hind legs don't work. It's a sensitive thing for me I guess and I don't know I'd manage it if I shifted and someone laughed or if I received stares. The members of my pack don't care or ask because it would be impolite.

I take my clothes off and fold them in a neat pile beside the wheelchair and shift dragging myself using my two front legs to the edge of the cliff to sit. I remember the first time my mom saw me after I lost both my legs. She was the strongest woman I know, but that day everything fell. She almost fainted and my father had to hold her up.

Something in her broke that day and my dad well it took him a while. I can still hear her voice echoing around in my head and sometimes I hear it in my nightmares. Screaming "No no no, not my baby boy".

I shake the memory out of my head before it takes root and stares at the moon.

My wolf is very big and it has deep dark fur with a bright gold streak running across its jawline almost like a scar. It's different, but it looks amazing especially against the ice blue eyes. The blue eyes are an ancestral gift that sometimes appears every now and then in the Cartier line.

Loneliness burns inside me and I look up at the moon my eyes fogged with sadness. I feel tired and I close my eyes wishing the pain would go away. I can feel it building in my chest and before I know it I'm howling at the moon reminding her that I'm still here and that I'm ready to let go.