All Chapters of The Alpha’s Power Play: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

KAEL THORNRIDGE POV“Now that my shaft is covered, the rule book is completely empty.”My large hips drive forward hard into her wetness again and again. My back stays close to the glass view of the big city lights. My wolf loves how her chest bounces and how our legs slap loud together in the dark room. Her legs lock around my waist. Her sharp high heels dig straight into my skin, and the pain makes my wolf feel even more wild pleasure. My mind tries to hold the fluid back from coming, but my speed is too fast to win the race.Then my eyes watch my long steel sliding into her body, and my head has to slow down its rhythm just to see the view again, and again, and again. My eyes see how my steel comes out shining with her female juice. My sight watches how my shaft disappears deep into her core right to the base. My brain wonders if my internal wolf has already disappeared into her soul completely.The question makes a weird pressure hit my chest. It is a strange pinching feeling. It

ROWAN ASHCROFT POV“Your thoughts are loud, Kael.”My teeth bite my lip while the black transport truck rolls fast through the dark territory streets. My wolf feels so scared that he wants to hurt my heart first before his big alpha claws can do it. His large arm moved away from my skin like he thinks I am a fragile thing. Like he is worried I will get attached to his wolf.“How many other she-wolves are your paws fucking across the pack lines?”I watch his face tight while I wait for his mouth to talk. His heavy jaw goes super hard and his blue eye twitches in the dim dashboard light. His lips stay small and tight while his brain selects the answer. “Your question means like how many male wolves are your own claws fucking, Rowan?”My chest feels completely full of shame right away. Because my alpha thinks there is Declan Voss. And since my name has another partner inside the Ashcroft Loft, my wolf has zero right to ask about Kael’s den. If my heart was brave like a real pack leader,

“There his wolf is,” Evangeline says, locating her husband's chest across the floor. Vaguely, my ears register her voice saying something about having to meet his face later because his mind seems to be fully immersed in a heavy conversation with the pack mayor, and then she speaks a sentence that makes Declan laugh loud, and then there is an alternative couple standing with our frames and more name introductions happening right away.My mind is barely aware of a single bit of the interaction, because it wasn't Lucien my eyes spotted in the crowd. Honestly, my brain is not certain I could pick his face out on my own, but my eyes can identify his nephew. Super easily. Completely naked, if my life had to do it.And right there Kael stands, dead center of the room with a very tall, thin brunette she-wolf locked right onto his large arm.Not just any random brunette from the territory. When his heavy shoulder moves so my pupils can see her face, my brain realizes her identity is Virelle K

Kael is right on my heels. My tracking ears hear the sharp click of the lock shutting behind his mass, and when my body turns around, my chest collides straight into his heavy torso, my lips finding his mouth for an instantly frenzied, wild kiss.My wolf gives into the carnal heat for the smallest microsecond of time, wrapping my fingers tight into his expensive suit jacket, feeling the deep want screaming in my belly and the tight clench of my wet core as his mouth bosses my lips around. I want his alpha wolf. It represents a total lie to try to tell my own mind otherwise. I want his steel inside me, and it hurts my soul to want his touch so badly because even when my hands have his body, my life doesn't truly have his heart.My she-wolf never has his heart.The cold thought cuts right through the thick lust haze in my brain, and my mouth breaks off the kiss, my boots backing away toward the storage bench. “What is your alpha title doing in here, Kael?”He looks straight at my pupils

Yet, here my body sits. Calling impromptu morning meetings with my head of PR so his tongue can give my desk the lowdown on every single word spoken about Rowan across all forms of media, when normally my routine would wait for a summary report at the end of the full quarter. “What happens to the metrics if our strategy plays straight into the mating scandals?”His verbal answer won't change a single plan inside my head, but my mind is curious about his perspective.He raises a thick eyebrow, letting my face know exactly what his brain thinks about that crazy idea, but his mind considers the path all the same. “From a pure dominion business perspective, the strategy isn't any different than alternative forms of stunt publicity, which works as often as it completely backfires on a leader. But your desk is selling the real news here, Kael. Not a gossip network for the lower packs. My eyes don't see how the move benefits your title in the long run. Not to mention what the media dirt migh