All Chapters of Trapped in the Den of Alphas: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Eden's POVThe nymph follows my line of sight as I stare at the rose, touching it gently. “Do you like it?”“Yes,” I whisper in reply.She smiles at me kindly as she pulls the rose out. I take it from her hands and examine its velvety soft petals with my fingertips.It’s a long shot. A total and utter long shot, but I know that it’s something that I just have to try. My eyes return to the nymph, now staring at me with a worried expression.Without delay, I pounce on top of her, wrestling her weak, unsuspecting body to the ground as she squeals in fear. I clamp my hand over her mouth while reaching around the floor with the other. Frantically, I grab the edge of the rusty metal bucket and smack it against her head with moderate force. Her struggling stops, and I look down at her still body guiltily. “I’m so so so sorry!” I whisper breathlessly, dragging myself back up onto my feet. “Please forgive me! I’m so sorry!”I look around the kitchen and stop at the cupboard. Gripping her hands

Conall's POVShe stares at me wide-eyed, shuffling herself backward on the bed. My wolf claws at my brain ferociously. To see her as her true self once again only makes the desperation to claim her even more intense. Even more unbearable. I fight the urge with everything I have inside me, my body heaving from my erratic breathing.But it’s no use.I need more of her.I need to feel her lips on my skin.I need to taste her dripping wet pussy.Devour every inch of her body.To make her come again.Fuck her until she’s ruined for all other men.Until she’s mine and mine alone.The thought drives me fucking wild, and I can’t help myself. I stalk toward her, and her legs part to allow me access to her incredible body. I hold myself up with my hands on either side of her head while she lies beneath me. She says nothing. Her silvery-lilac eyes still searching mine. My cock swells as it grazes against her bare pussy, and all I can think about is filling her up, feeling those silky legs wrappe

Eden's POVI make my way to the messy living room, where most of the men are sitting around with their nymphs. There is still a definite buzz in the air, and I can tell by the looks on their faces that the men are thoroughly happy with how their night has played out.Lucky for some, I guess.I ignore the hustle and bustle and begin tidying, putting everything back in its original place. Just then, the front door knocks, and Zeke opens it to reveal Madam Piffnel wearing another elaborate velvet outfit. “Good morning, my dears!!” she announces loudly, leaning in to kiss Zeke on the cheek.“Morning,” he replies, gesturing for her to move inside before standing guard next to the closed door.“How are my lovely ladies? Thoroughly satisfied, I see!” Madam Piffnel laughs.Urgh!I look away, deciding to get back to work.“Eden.”I glance to the side to see Mateo standing there with a rather guilty-looking expression on his face. “How are you?”“I’m fine, thanks,” I reply, offering him a small

Eden's POV I follow Conall across the grassy front yard, my eyes focused on the thick trees up ahead. I vaguely notice him turn to look at me, but I’m too distracted by the beauty of the outdoors to care about our strange entanglement right now.As soon as we step inside the forest, my heart swells in my chest, feeling like it might burst at any moment. I close my eyes and revel in the feeling of having nature surround me once again. My ears fill with the sounds of various birds fluttering around in the trees. Birds whose species I can determine by the sound of their tweets alone. The sun’s rays have disappeared for the day, but the evening dusk brings its own pleasures. A cooling sensation trickles across the surface of my skin while the fresh air blows through my hair, lifting it up to billow wildly around my face. I begin to smile.“Eden…”I drop down to the forest floor, reaching my hand out to touch the nearest plant. A Marabell Daisy. An otherwise common and insignificant littl

Eden's POVThe sound of my erratic breathing fills the quiet room until he pushes the door closed and walks toward me slowly.I lift my hand up and shake my head, stopping him in his tracks.“Don’t come any closer,” I pant out. “You can’t.”My core still throbs demandingly, my wetness coating the skin between my thighs. If he comes closer…I know that I won’t be able to stop myself. That I’ll be powerless to resist.His jaw tightens, his chest rising and falling as he stares into my eyes for a moment. He then turns away, walking over to his desk.I watch with a mixture of pent-up desire and nervous energy as he pours a drink, lifting it to his lips. The tension in the room is palpable. Encircling us both like an invisible, silent, deadly whirlwind. Then, he sits down on his chair, leaning back to look into my eyes once again.I bite my lip and wait for him to say something… Anything….“You don’t want me to touch you?” he asks lowly.I manage to shake my head slowly in reply.He lifts h