The Alpha Weredragon's Favorite

Ryan

After an hour or two of finalizing the battle plan to attack Wolfsong, I left my office and headed home to my Luna. My mind was still reeling with the details, the strategies, and the potential outcomes. I knew this attack was necessary, but the weight of it hung heavy on my shoulders. As I walked through the door, Lyra greeted me. Her face lit up with that radiant smile I adored so much. All of her injuries had disappeared and she was back in good spirits, her energy filling the room like a warm embrace.

And damn how I hated making her warm smile quickly fade when she saw my expression. It was like watching the sun disappear behind a cloud, the light in her eyes dimming as she registered the seriousness etched into my features. I hated being the one to bring that shadow into our home, but there was no avoiding it. Not with what was to come.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

I took a deep breath and explained everything-the emissary's visit, the proposed truce, and Whitney's possible DMI- dark magic influence.

Lyra's eyes widened with concern. "I want to be there when Wista performs the spell on Whitney."

I'd already anticipated her request before I came inside. I knew my Luna all too well.

"Of course, you can be there," I said, my words measured and cautious. I hoped this small concession would soften the blow of what I had to reveal next.

I reached out, gently taking her hand in mine. Her skin was soft and warm against my calloused palm, a reminder of the tender heart that beat within her fierce exterior. I steeled myself, knowing that my next words would be a dagger to that very heart.

"Lyra," I began, my voice barely above a whisper. "There's something else you need to know. Something that I suspect, but haven't been able to confirm as of yet, but I still believe to be true." I paused, the silence stretching between us like a chasm. "I'm certain that Vivian, your stepmother, is behind the dark magic that's been plaguing you... and that she may have had a hand in your parents' deaths."

The words tasted bitter on my tongue, the implications of this revelation settling like a rusty anchor in my gut. I knew this would reopen old wounds for Lyra, dredging up painful memories and unanswered questions. But she deserved the truth, no matter how much it hurt. I could only hope that my support and the strength of our bond would help her weather this storm.

Her grip tightened on mine as she absorbed this revelation.

"I plan to travel north with Killian after we perform the spell on Whitney," I continued. "We need to find my father's old Beta, Juan. He might hold answers we desperately need to confirm Vivian is indeed the red witch and the red wolf that attacked you near Wista's place.

I watched the emotions play across Lyra's face as she processed the news about Vivian's possible betrayal. Her eyes widened in shock, her mouth falling open in disbelief. She shook her head, as if trying to dislodge the horrible truth from her mind.

"But why?" she whispered, her voice cracking. "Why would she do this? Why would she kill my parents?"

I pulled her into my arms, feeling her tremble against me. Her face was buried in my chest, her tears soaking through my shirt. I stroked her hair, murmuring words of comfort that felt inadequate in the face of such pain.

"I don't know, love," I admitted. "But we'll find out. I promise you that."

She pulled back, her eyes red-rimmed but determined. "I always knew she hated me, but I never thought she'd go this far. She was always so cold, so distant. I thought it was because I wasn't her real daughter, but maybe there was more to it." I nodded, understanding her confusion and hurt. Vivian had been a part of Lyra's life for so long, a constant presence even if not a loving one. To discover that she might have been the one to take away Lyra's parents, to cause her such unimaginable pain... It was a betrayal beyond measure.

"Juan might have the answers we need," I said, cupping her face in my hands. "If Vivian is the red witch, if she's the one who's been targeting you with dark magic, then he might know why. He might be able to fill in the missing pieces." Lyra's eyes met mine, filled with trust. "You do what you have to do, Ryan." Her words were a balm to my soul, and in the next moment, her lips were on mine. She kissed me and everything faded away except for how soft her lips felt on mine. The way her curves fit perfectly along my hard lines.

It didn't take long for things to heat up between us. And I let it.

A raw, quickie was just what I needed to make me forget about the worry of the morning and transition me into the desire of the night.

In less than six hours we were due to mate in front of the pack, but at that moment, I wanted to focus on her and how damn good she made me feel.

Her wet tongue teased and danced with mine, our bodies grinding against each other with pure desire. The way she moaned into the kiss made me hungry for more of those sounds from her sweet, sexy mouth. The small hands that roamed across my chest and gripped tightly onto my shoulders drove me insane with the need to claim her.

My hands found their way under her skirt, tracing the soft curves of her hips and then up her thighs, feeling the heat emanating from her core. I couldn't help but growl in approval when I felt how wet she was already for me. With one swift move, I lifted her up onto the dining table and aggressively claimed her lips once more while tearing off her clothes.

She let out a needy whimper as I stripped her completely naked. Her beautiful full breasts bounced enticingly in front of me, begging for my attention. I palmed each one, squeezing softly before taking a hardened nipple into my mouth and sucking it greedily. Honeyed wildflowers filled my nose.

"Oh Ryan! Yes!" Lyra moaned loudly, arching her back off the table. "Take me. Take me however you want." Her words sent a rush of adrenaline through my veins, adding a TNT bomb to an already lit fire.

I roughly pushed her legs apart, undid my belt and zipper in record speed, then thrust my hips forward, rubbing my erect cock against her wet nether lips. She gasped and bucked her hips up towards me, desperate for more contact. I couldn't resist any longer.

I slammed into her, filling her up with one swift hard thrust.

Lyra cried out in a mix of pleasure and pain as my cock stretched her tight walls. Her fingers dug into my shoulders, urging me to go harder... faster. I leaned down, taking one of her nipples into my mouth and sucking it hard while I pounded into her.

"You like that little one. You like how hard I'm taking you?"

"Yes... oh, Moon Goddess yes," Lyra moaned, her hips meeting each of my thrusts with equal force. I reached around, finding the swollen nub between her legs and rubbing it with my fingers, sending her over the edge.

Her walls clenched tightly around my cock as she came, screaming my name. I couldn't hold back any longer; my own release followed soon after. With one powerful thrust, I emptied myself into her, filling her up completely.

Panting heavily, we stared into each other's eyes as we tried to catch our breath. This was the kind of raw, primal sex that we both craved - a power exchange where we both gave in to our needs and lost ourselves in the pure pleasure of each other.