Chapter 1: The Unholy Encounter
María’s breath hitched as she stumbled through the dense, alien forest, her sharp eyes scanning for any sign of her sister. At eighteen, she was no stranger to danger, having fought off creeps and navigated treacherous streets back home. But this place—this otherworldly hell with its pulsating flora and eerie whispers—was something else entirely. Her toned legs burned from the chase, but her resolve was ironclad. She wasn’t just some damsel; she was a fucking warrior.
‘Where the hell are you, Yuna?’ she muttered under her breath, her voice a low growl. The air was thick with a musky scent, primal and intoxicating, making her head spin. She shook it off, gripping the jagged blade she’d fashioned from a fallen branch. No way was she letting this freaky jungle mess with her mind.
A low, guttural rumble echoed behind her. María spun around, her dark hair whipping across her face, to see a creature unlike anything human. Alpha, as she’d later learn to call him, loomed over her—massive, sinewy, with limbs that seemed to multiply as they reached for her. His eyes glinted with raw, animalistic hunger, and a smirk-like expression curled across his inhuman face.
‘Well, damn,’ María spat, holding her ground, blade raised. ‘You’re one ugly bastard. Come to play, or just here to stare?’
Alpha’s deep, resonant voice vibrated through the air, almost a purr. ‘Human female. Strong. I like. You will be mine.’
‘Yours? Honey, I don’t belong to anyone,’ she snapped back, her smirk sharp as a razor. ‘But if you wanna dance, let’s see how many limbs I can chop off before you cry uncle.’
He lunged, faster than she anticipated, and in a blur of motion, her weapon was knocked aside. María cursed as his extra appendages coiled around her wrists, pinning her with a strength she couldn’t match. But even as her heart raced, there was a spark of defiance in her chestnut eyes. ‘Cheap trick, freak. What’s next? Gonna bore me to death with your ugly mug?’
Alpha’s gaze darkened, a low growl escaping him as he leaned closer, his breath hot against her neck. ‘I will make you feel. You will want.’ His words were a promise, laced with a primal intent that sent an involuntary shiver down her spine.
‘Dream on, creep,’ she hissed, though her voice wavered as one of his hands—or whatever the hell it was—slid down her side, rough and deliberate. Her tank top was already torn from the chase, and the cool air against her skin mixed with the heat of his touch was a maddening contrast. She hated how her body reacted, a traitor to her iron will, as a flush crept up her chest.
‘You fight, but you feel,’ Alpha rumbled, his grip tightening as another set of limbs slipped beneath her, lifting her effortlessly. She was pressed against his hard, unyielding form, her back to his chest, and she could feel the raw power pulsing through him. ‘I will take. You will give.’
‘Keep talking, asshole. I’ll carve that tongue out,’ María shot back, but her words lacked their earlier bite. His touch was invasive, overwhelming, as he maneuvered her with terrifying precision. She felt the heat of him, the undeniable hardness pressing against her, and a part of her—a dark, hidden part—stirred with a forbidden curiosity.
As Alpha’s hands roamed, finding the curve of her hips and sliding up to grip her full breasts, María bit her lip to stifle a gasp. ‘You think you’re hot shit, huh? This all you got?’ she taunted, even as her body arched slightly into his touch, the roughness of his fingers igniting a fire she couldn’t extinguish.
‘More. Much more,’ he growled, his voice dripping with lust as he kneaded her flesh, sending sharp jolts of pleasure through her. María’s mind screamed to fight, but her body was already betraying her, growing wet with a need she refused to name. She could feel him, hard and insistent, pressing against her ass, and the air between them grew heavy with the scent of raw desire.
‘Fuck you,’ she breathed, half-curse, half-challenge, as her resolve wavered under the weight of his touch. Alpha’s low chuckle vibrated against her ear, and she knew—deep down—that this was only the beginning of a descent into a pleasure so intense, so forbidden, it would shatter everything she thought she knew.
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