Pregnant By My Best Friend Alpha

Chapter 35: Chapter 35

Kieran’s POV

The moment Kyra stepped into the house, the jasmine scent hit me. Ronan, my wolf, snarled in my mind, "Get her away before she sees this filth."

I clenched my jaws and lifted my arm to give the guards a signal, my Alpha command rolling through the room like thunder.

"Take Kyra to her room," I ordered, my voice laced with enough dominance to make even the strongest beta flinch.

Kyra looked at me with a creased forehead, but I just glanced at her before I walked toward Emily, who was sitting comfortably on the couch. Her eyes twinkled as she bit her bottom lip while watching me.

"Hi–"

My hand shot out before she could finish, wrapping around her throat as I hauled her upright. I stared into her eyes as I gritted my teeth. "What the fuck are you doing here?" My claws extended just enough to prick the delicate skin of her neck—a warning.

She moaned instead of flinching, her fingers touching my jaw erotically as she leaned in. "I just...miss you."

She purred, pressing her body against mine in a way that would have had most Alphas tearing her clothes off right there.

Left with no choice, I dragged her upstairs and pushed her into the guest room. She chuckled after I locked the door and shoved her onto the bed aggressively.

"I don’t like repeating myself, Emily. Why are you here?"

She licked her bottom lip and stared into my eyes. She was looking up at me like a submissive cat, her eyes twinkling with desire.

Her tongue darted out to wet her lips. "I can’t get over you... I can’t forget your touch... your kiss... your... sex..."

She whispered, fingers trailing down her own body in a lewd display.

I gritted my teeth and took a single step back, staring at her coldly. "Leave, Emily. We’re over."

She quickly pulled herself up and touched my cheek. "No! No, Kieran. I don’t want us to end."

I laughed devilishly. "You think I care about you? You know damn well that I don’t fuck women I’ve already dumped."

Her eyes flickered with malice as she slowly smirked. "Is she your stepsister?"

Rage turned my vision red. My hand closed around her throat again, slamming her into the mattress with enough force to crack the headboard.

I glared at her. "Don’t you dare touch her or I’ll peel the skin from your bones while you still breathe," I snarled, my wolf’s power vibrating through every syllable.

Emily gasped for air. She licked her bottom lip and touched my arm. "I am the most compatible she-wolf for you, Kieran. I can withstand your weird taste in sex. I can be the perfect sub. I can endure the devil in you in bed. To make it simple, only I can accept the dominant Kieran Carver, and your innocent stepsister would run screaming from what you really are—"

I grabbed her neck again and pushed her to the bed. She started coughing as I continued to strangle her in my anger. My head was already in chaos. All I could think about was killing her for saying things I didn’t like.

Her face paled, but I didn’t see surrender in her eyes. I pulled my hand back and watched her cough continuously on the bed. After she recovered, she took a deep breath and looked up at me while caressing her neck.

"I couldn’t find the same excitement with other men in bed. It is only you who can satisfy me, and I know you feel the same way too."

"Shut up and leave before I kill you, Emily."

She shook her head stubbornly and pulled herself up. She started undressing while looking straight into my eyes.

"I know you’re lusting after your stepsister, Kieran. Why don’t you imagine her in me? You can live out all your fantasies about your stepsister through me. You can fuck me mercilessly and violently while moaning her name and imagining my face as hers. Besides, we both know she can never accept that dark side of yours." freёwebnovel.com

I had no plans to hide my true self from Kyra. I would definitely show her every side of me, even the darkest, but not now. I couldn’t show her my dark side just yet. She didn’t fully trust me, and I might scare her off.

Emily’s offer was so fucking tempting. She was right! I had a strange fetish in bed. I liked choking my partner, and she was the only one who could withstand my weird fetish.

Emily smirked as she saw my reaction. She clung to my neck and started planting sensual kisses along it.

"You can have your stepsister anytime you want, Kieran. Through me..."

Gritting my teeth, I grabbed her hair from behind and crashed my lips on hers. I thrust my tongue into her mouth and kissed her mercilessly. She gasped when I pushed her panties down and cupped her sex. She shivered under my touch, helplessly, her core already so wet.

When I pulled away and looked at her face, she bit her bottom lip and pulled me closer. She climbed on the bed and looked at me seductively. She removed the remaining clothes covering her nakedness while staring at me with lust-filled eyes.

The memory of Kyra with Nathan today flashed behind my eyes—how close they’d stood, how her scent had spiked around him, how his hands had lingered too long on her waist. Rage and lust twisted together in my gut like twin serpents. It pissed me off, and my anger surged as soon as I thought of it. The frustration I felt drove me to aggressively push Emily onto the bed and flip her onto her stomach. I took my belt off and pulled down my pants. I put on a condom and, without warning, thrust my length inside her harshly.

"Argh!" Emily groaned in pain, but I didn’t pay any attention.

I grabbed her hair and pinned her face to the pillow, thrusting in and out of her mercilessly. She kept moaning and groaning, muffled by the pillow, while I stared up at the ceiling and squeezed my eyes shut. My lust heightened as I pictured Kyra beneath me, her golden hair fanned across my sheets, her perfect lips parted in pleasure as I claimed every inch of her.

"Argh! Fuck!" I groaned and grabbed Emily’s hair, forcing her back to arch. She screamed in pain, and again, I didn’t bother slowing my thrusts.

"Oh! Yes! Yes! Kieran! Oh my God!"

I gritted my teeth as my thrusts became even more desperate and ruthless. She continued to cry out in pleasure beneath me as I pounded her mercilessly.

Fuck! Kyra! Oh, damn! Baby, you’ll be mine. I’ll make you mine.

My lips parted as I felt myself nearing release. My desperate thrusts didn’t relent until I finally exploded.

"AHH! KYRA!" I growled her name like a wild animal, staring up at the ceiling and panting heavily.

I dropped onto the bed and closed my eyes. Emily tried to hug me, but I pushed her away.

"This changes nothing," Ronan growled.

He was right. Because no matter how many women I fucked, no matter how many times I tried to exorcise these demons, only one she-wolf would ever truly satisfy the beast in me—and she was down the hall, sleeping in a bed I ached to share, completely unaware of the monster who watched over her.

I got off the bed, lit a cigarette, and stood by the window. My feelings for Kyra were so fucking carnal. It was killing me, wide-eyed.