Capítulo 38

"I can't believe her!" Camilla paced the hall. "Things worth having are worth working for... what is she, a Disney movie?"

What made it worse was the effect Phoebe was having on the gathering. Everyone gravitated toward her as if she was an important wolf. Ha! She was wolfless! Did they not know that? Phoebe was nothing, a nobody. Even her first mate recognized that fact.

What was her secret? Camilla paused, glancing at her own assets on display in her tight dress. She was clearly more impressive than Phoebe, who was practically flat by comparison. And yet... Phoebe stood in the arms of the most influential Alpha in the world. Jason seemed completely smitten. The look on his face when she played the piano was one of pure rapture. All night long, he barely let her out of his arms, always holding her close and often bowing his head to nuzzle and kiss her as if he couldn't control the compulsion.

Worse than Jason's apparent infatuation was the effect it was having on William. Prior to coming to Blue Moon, Camilla had all but convinced him to take her as his chosen mate. With the romance of the Luna Ceremony, she thought she would finally succeed, but Phoebe's speech and the way Jason acted ruined her plans. Even now, William turned down her advances, claiming he had a headache and just wanted to lie down.

Her body craved release, and he was not delivering. Camilla continued to pace. She had never been so frustrated. It wasn't easy turning an Alpha's head. William's complex about his height made him an easy target, but his hope of finding his fated mate hampered her plans. And his friendship with Jason also greatly influenced him. William's desire for his fated mate mimicked Jason's obsession and made it even more difficult for her. Camilla sighed. Jason would have made a far better mate.

The only reason she hadn't tried for him was because of Katrina. Who would have thought that such a petite, unassuming female would unseat Katrina and take her place? If Camilla had known it would be so easy to usurp the Alpha daughter, she would have challenged Katrina herself.

Jason was everything an Alpha should be: strong, handsome, and tall. Camilla could only imagine what it would be like to be held down by such a powerful Alpha while he took her. She shivered in anticipation, her core heating up with just the thought. If that gray-eyed nobody could do it, then so could she. Coming to a decision, Camilla stalked off down the hall.

Making her way to a quiet staircase, she headed upward, eventually reaching the Alpha floor. There, she paused cautiously, listening for patrols. Blue Moon prided itself on its security, so there were always a few warriors wandering the halls; however, the Alpha floor remained silent.

Given the fact the Alpha, Beta, and Gamma all lived on the upper floor, its security was virtually guaranteed. Added to that the fact that the entire pack respected their Alpha's boundaries, none would dare enter his domain without permission. This left a blind spot any wolf without a sense of self-preservation could take advantage of.

Camilla slowly stepped out into the hallway and moved further into the heart of the pack. Her nose wrinkled in disgust as she smelled Lucille, whom she never liked, as well as Luna Norah, who never liked her. She also caught the smell of pups and almost snarled. It was ridiculous to think those orphans enjoyed the privilege of living on the Alpha floor. They should be hidden away somewhere with the omegas. Orphans were only useful as servants. With a huff, Camilla wandered further in. She had never been on this floor, but all packhouses shared similar floor plans.

The Alpha's private suite would be in the heart of the floor. That's where she headed, reaching the final door past the common rooms. There she paused, breathing deep and smelling the unmistakable musk of a male in rut. It seemed he was just as eager for release as she was.

Smiling, Camilla pulled down her dress, letting it pool at her feet, leaving her completely nude as she hadn't bothered with undergarments. Once he saw her, she knew he'd never look at that plain nobody again. Finding the door unlocked, she boldly stepped inside and strode into the suite past the sitting area, heading toward the bed before coming to a stop. It was empty.

Camilla frowned. The scent in the room was far too strong for its occupant to have been gone long. Suddenly, the bathroom door opened, and Phoebe exited wrapped in a towel. She laughed as Jason emerged a step behind. His arm snagged around her waist, and he pulled her back to him, growling as he buried his nose in her neck, nibbling on her marking spot and earning a moan in response.

His other hand moved lower, reaching under her towel to tease her [cunt], pinching it and rubbing it roughly. Phoebe's back arched as she pressed against him. They had only just finished in the shower, and he already wanted more.

She chuckled as her gaze suddenly fell on Camilla and stiffened in surprise.

"What is it?" Jason mumbled against her neck, feeling her tense and the smell of her arousal fading.

When she didn't answer, he finally looked up as a foreign smell invaded his nostrils. His gaze fell on Camilla, and his eyes suddenly shifted to amber, practically glowing as a snarl ripped out of him. Rushing past Phoebe, he stalked toward the intruding she-wolf who dared interrupt his time with his mate in their private sanctum.

Camilla stared open-mouthed at the Adonis approaching her, his erect member peeking out from under the towel loosely tied around his waist. Even as his hand gripped her throat, her wildest fantasies flitted through her mind. With a growl, Jason squeezed, cutting off her breath.

Camilla's eyes went wide as she struggled for breath, clawing at his hand, but Jason's grip was a vice. His claws sunk into her flesh, causing pain to shoot through her as he dragged her back through the floor and tossed her down the first set of stairs. She rolled with a shriek, crumpling at the bottom. She gasped for breath. Tears streaked down her cheeks as pain coursed through her. Hesitantly, she looked up to see him standing over her, fur bristling as he fought his wolf for control. It was clear if his wolf won, she would be ripped to shreds in moments.

But why? "Alpha?"

She looked over her shoulder as a warrior arrived, summoned by Phoebe's mindlink. It was clear he hadn't been informed of the full extent of the situation, given the way he stared at the naked she-wolf at Jason's feet.

"Get this thing out of my sight!" Jason growled. "And find out how she got into my suite without being stopped!"

"Y-yes, Alpha!" The pack warrior seized Camilla's arm and dragged her away.

She struggled, casting a pleading look toward Jason, but he had already turned away. His arms were wrapped around Phoebe, who had hurriedly put on a robe before following them. He breathed deep, taking in her scent to calm himself. "Angel, are you all right?"

"I'm fine," Phoebe assured him, leaning into his chest. She had been surprised when she realized they weren't alone, but she hadn't been hurt.

Jason groaned, trailing kisses down her neck, reaching her mark. Phoebe shivered as tingles shot through her like an electrical current. With a growl, he swept her off her feet and carried her bridal-style to their bedroom, kicking the door closed. He set her down on her feet as they reached the bed.

Capturing her mouth, he tugged open her robe before tossing it aside. Her body was warm against his, and his erect member was still ready for her. With a groan, they fell back onto the bed. Her back arched, pressing her pelvis against his, but the adrenaline coursing through him required something more.

Jason stood, turning her over and pulling her hips toward him until she stood bent over in front of him. Phoebe tensed. This was not the first time he had taken her from behind, but it had always been on the bed. He thrust into her far more savagely than ever before. She moaned in surprise at the sudden intrusion, but it was quickly masked by pleasure as he withdrew and thrust into her again.

Their bodies slammed into each other with a fast, unforgiving pace. Phoebe groaned, her insides aching. She struggled to keep herself propped up as he forced her over the edge. Her body tensed and squeezed him as he filled her, claiming her with savage possessiveness before they both collapsed in satisfied exhaustion.

Jason slowly stirred, pulling Phoebe close to nuzzle her. Phoebe sighed as he nibbled her ear. She shivered and chuckled but didn't dare move, afraid her body would not respond.

"Did I hurt you?" Jason gently pulled her to face him.

"...No," she smiled. "But next time, maybe warn me."

Jason chuckled, kissing her, savoring her soft lips. Before meeting Phoebe, Jason used to roll his eyes whenever Lucille and Ben hunkered themselves into a convenient corner and spent hours kissing and touching each other. He wondered how they could go at it with such indiscrimination, but now he understood.

When Phoebe was close, he couldn't keep his hands from reaching for her. When she wasn't nearby, he longed for her and often had to fight himself not to go searching for her. If it wasn't for Luke's nagging, he wouldn't get any work done.

Her scent was intoxicating, and he couldn't get enough. The spicy note to her scent flared, confirming her desire for him, and his chest rumbled with a low growl.

"Sorry, Angel," he muttered. He had never wanted to take her like that—like a crazed animal—but there was no denying how satisfying it had been. There was something about claiming her with no semblance of self-control that stirred him and his wolf. "Was it..."

She pulled him close, kissing him. Their tongues twisted around each other, enticing him. But instead of satisfying him, it only stoked his appetite. Phoebe smiled as their lips slowly parted, "It was invigorating."

"Good," Jason sighed. As long as she hadn't been hurt, then it was all right. Even so, he felt her discomfort through their bond. No doubt she was still recovering and more than a little sore from the rough way he claimed her. "Let me make it up to you."

"And how are you going to do that?"

"Well," Jason kissed her, "I'll kiss you until it doesn't hurt anymore."

"That might take a while. It might take all night."

"I don't mind," his lips drifted down her neck, working his way to her chest and teasing first one [breast] then the other.

Phoebe moaned. His mouth was so warm, and his tongue incited waves of pleasure as her core ached for him. She should be tired, too tired for more, but that didn't change the fact she wanted him, longed for him.

"Jason... what about... that she-wolf..." Phoebe sighed. She recalled the intruder well enough, but her mind had difficulty maintaining the thought with how he stimulated her.

Jason growled, not wanting to be reminded, but answered her, "I'll talk to William in the morning. He can deal with her."

Phoebe nodded. It was a shame it had come to that. She had no sympathy for Camilla, but William would be devastated. It was bad enough she tried to force William into marking her, but that she would even dare to seduce Jason, who was happily mated. Not only did the she-wolf have no shame, but she also lacked common sense.

"Don't think about her," Jason kissed her before moving lower again, slowly making his way past her navel. Phoebe shivered in anticipation. All other thoughts were quickly left behind.