Alpha can read my mind

“Alpha, please… please.” She used her last sense of consciousness to try to stop what he was doing, but in vain.

“You need to focus on the maze. Look, then you will need to hide under the plum tree to avoid getting caught by the stone soldiers.” Zarek’s voice did not shake a bit, it was almost it was not him touching the beads of her breast.

As the almighty Alpha Werewolf, Zarek, who was notorious of being brutal and uninterested in ladies that the Olders had to forced him to marry five partners for thr future Luna, he was firstly annoyed by erotic dreams that started to appear during his sleeps recently.But then he started to find joy in it.

It was always the same girl in his dream, different scenery and positions but the same sweet voice moaning his name.

His left hand covering her breast, and his right hand moved towards her leg. 

He lifted the hem of her skirt above her knees. Fingers continued to shuttle between her two pieces of wet flesh, from time to time with the belly of the finger gently inside the small sl*t of flesh, the most delicate private parts of the girl, the first time by the man this kind of ravage, itchy feeling a burst after a burst of surging, so that she was at a loss, could only two hands grabbed the side of the table moaned out. 

Zarek, on the other hand, trying to see this unknown woman's face, but he could not do so even it was his dream. The only thing he could be sure of was the mole on her right waist. He could not stop himself from touching there every time.

He had tried so many times that he gave up and decided to enjoy the scene. One of his hands explored the center of her legs, recklessly kneading the girl's flesh private parts.

Zarek took advantage of her lost concentration, had explored the finger to her private parts up and down slide, his fingers like a general with electricity, touched the place, were numb itchy.

Zarek saw her two cheeks scarlet panting constantly, this kind of emotional reaction, would be more vigorous in her two pieces of shell meat between the shuttle wandering, lewd water flow more and more, not only will the two pieces of pink shell meat all wet, even his fingers have been slippery wet and unbearable.

He put two fingers gently into the honey hole, which was tightly narrowed by only a small sl*t; it seemed that even his fingers could not slip inside.

Fortunately, her body was sensitive, and now her private parts had long been flooded with obscene water, and his fingers were stained with love liquid. The Alpha used his index finger to rub a few times outside the honey hole, and then gently inserted his finger into her honey hole inch by inch.

After noticing something intruding, the girl, who had just been touched in a state of confusion, instantly came to her senses.

"Alpha, please..."

The girl struggled to get up, witnessed his slender fingers penetrating inch by inch into her private parts that had never been touched by outsiders.

He looked at her with a smile, his brows and eyes all doting, but his fingers did not hesitate to pump in and out of her in front of her.

The feeling of pain was gradually replaced by pleasure, as soon as the girl opened her mouth, it was a hoarse sound of heightened lust, she herself was shocked.

"I think you really like the feeling of being penetrated by me, listen." Zarek said these shameful words, and deliberately increased the strength of his pumping.

The sound of plopping water immediately resounded throughout the room, Zarek’s fingers were pumping back and forth inside her honey hole, the lewd water below her was splashing everywhere.

With Zarek's rapid finger thrusting, her moans were more and more delicate and lustful, rationally she very much wanted to push him away, but the body was sinking in this overwhelming pleasure and could not pull itself out.

Sensory and visual doubled stimulation, so that the pleasure rushed more and more intensive, as the Alpha’s fingertip touched a particular spot and kept pressing on it, suddenly a burst of tightness in the honey hole, her body shivered like an electric shock, body tense, chaos in front of her eyes, she wanted to scream but her throat was choked and could not send out a sound. She could only tightly grasp the table with her fingers.

When the pleasure subsided, her body was drained of all strength, collapsed in the Alpha’s arms.

This was when Zarek woke up from his erotic dream.

''Who the hell is this girl?'' Zarek was annoyed by these erotic dreams that made him hard but he could not see who the girl was.

It was definitely another sleepless night for the Alpha.

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The grand hall of the Blackwood Manor reverberated with the hushed murmur of conversation. Members of the Olders, the esteemed council that oversaw the werewolf pack, were gathered around a long, polished table, their faces etched with a mix of anticipation and concern.

At the head of the table sat Zarek, the Alpha of the Blackwood Pack, his amber eyes scanning the room with a hint of annoyance.

Zarek, the Alpha, exudes a magnificence that captivates all who lay eyes upon him. With his commanding presence and regal demeanor, he commands respect and admiration from both werewolves and humans alike. 

Tall and imposing, his chiseled features testify to his immortal strength and power. His striking, piercing gaze holds a magnetic allure, drawing others towards him like moths to a flame. 

The embodiment of strength and grace, his confident stride and perfectly tailored attire only serve to enhance his already remarkable appeal. His charisma is unmatched, and his enigmatic aura leaves a lasting impression on all who encounter him. 

He had summoned the Olders for a pressing matter, one that threatened to disrupt the fragile peace their pack had maintained for generations.

"Zarek," Elder Silas began, his voice carrying a note of urgency, "we have a grave concern. Your position as Alpha is weakening. The neighboring packs are growing restless, sensing an opportunity to challenge your authority."

Zarek scoffed, his posture rigid. "I am the Alpha. I have always been the Alpha. My strength is unquestioned."

Elder Anya, a woman with eyes as piercing as obsidian, interjected. "Strength is not just about physical prowess, Zarek. It's about leadership, about uniting the pack. And to do that, you need a Luna."

Zarek's face darkened. The thought of choosing a Luna, a lifelong companion, was anathema to him. His life had been dedicated to the pack, to his duties as Alpha. Marriage, love – these were distractions, luxuries he couldn't afford.

"I am not ready for such a commitment," he growled, his voice laced with a hint of defiance.

Elder Silas sighed, his expression one of disappointment. "We understand your reluctance, Zarek. But the times are changing. The neighboring packs are growing bolder, sensing weakness. A Luna would strengthen your position, unite the pack."

Zarek's mind raced. He knew the Olders were right. A Luna would bolster his authority, but it would also mean giving up a part of himself, a part he had always held tightly.

"There are other ways," he argued, his voice strained. "We can forge alliances, strengthen our defenses. Marriage is not the only solution."

The Olders exchanged knowing glances. Elder Anya smiled, a knowing glint in her eyes. "Perhaps there is another way," she said, her voice dripping with a subtle threat. "A way to prove your leadership, to unite the pack under your banner."

Zarek's heart pounded in his chest. He sensed what she was suggesting, and he didn't like it one bit. "What do you have in mind?" he asked, his voice a low growl.

Elder Anya cleared her throat, her expression turning serious. "A competition. A test of strength, of wit, of spirit. Five young women, chosen from the most promising within the pack, will compete for the title of Luna. The ultimate victor will become your mate."

Zarek felt a wave of anger wash over him. This was madness, a blatant disregard for his wishes. But he also knew that he had no choice. If he refused, the Olders would find another way to force his hand.

"Enough," he growled, his voice echoing in the silent hall. "This is a waste of time. We have bigger problems to worry about."

Elder Silas, his expression unyielding, stepped forward. "This is not a waste of time, Zarek. It is a tradition, a way to ensure the strength and unity of the pack."

Zarek scoffed. "Strength and unity? What about the vampires? The shapeshifters? They're circling, waiting for an opportunity to strike. And all the Olders care about is whether or not I'm getting laid!"

His outburst caused a ripple of shock among the Olders. Elder Anya, her face a mask of disapproval, stepped forward. "Zarek, this is not the time for such disrespect."

Zarek's anger flared. "Respect? For this? For this farce?" He gestured towards the five women, his voice filled with contempt. "They're nothing but prizes to be won, trophies to be displayed."

"I will not allow this," he growled, his voice echoing in the silent hall.

But the Olders had spoken. The decision was made. The competition would begin, a test of strength, of wit, of spirit. And Zarek, whether he wanted it or not, would be at the center of it all.

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The grand hall of Blackwood Manor fell into a hushed silence as Zarek stormed out, his amber eyes flashing with fury. He retreated to his chambers, slamming the door behind him.

"Peter," he growled, his voice echoing in the opulent room. "Did you hear that? Those old fools! They dare to dictate my life, my choices!"

Peter, his trusted lieutenant, emerged from the shadows, his face etched with concern. "Calm down, Alpha," he said, his voice soothing. "This is a test, a chance to prove your strength."

Zarek scoffed. "A test? It's a farce, a way to control me. I'll show them. I'll show them all."

Peter hesitated, his gaze filled with a mixture of worry and admiration. "You're strong, Zarek. You can overcome this."

But Zarek's anger was a raging inferno, fueled by a sense of injustice. "I should be able to choose my own mate, not have it forced upon me," he roared. "Those old fools, they think they know best! I'll throw them all into the woods if I could."

Peter chuckled, a faint sound in the tense silence. "And then who would rule the pack?"

Zarek's anger faltered, a flicker of doubt crossing his mind. He knew Peter was right. The Olders, for all their flaws, were the backbone of the pack. Without them, chaos would ensue.

"But this competition," he grumbled, his voice softening. "It's unfair. These women, they're not… they're not ready."

Peter nodded, understanding the unspoken concern. "Perhaps not. But this is a test, Alpha. A test of their strength, their resilience. And perhaps, it will reveal something unexpected."

The thought of five women competing for his hand was abhorrent, yet the weight of tradition and the Olders' unwavering determination loomed over him.

"Peter," he began, his voice heavy with resignation. "Tell me about this competition. How does it work?"

Peter took a deep breath, his expression solemn. "The competition is a tradition that dates back centuries. It's a test of strength, of wit, of spirit. The women must prove their worth in various challenges, from hunting to strategy to healing."

Zarek's jaw clenched. "And the winner?"

Peter hesitated, his gaze meeting Zarek's. "The winner becomes the Luna, the Alpha's mate. She is expected to be a fierce warrior, a wise counselor, and a loving companion."

Zarek scoffed. "Love? A companion? This is a farce, a way to control me."

Peter sighed. "Perhaps. But it's also a way to ensure the strength and unity of the pack. A Luna chosen through this process has the respect and loyalty of the entire pack."

Zarek's anger simmered beneath the surface. He hated this. He hated the idea of being forced into a marriage, of being controlled by tradition. But he also knew that the Olders were serious. They wouldn't back down.

"And if I refuse?" he growled, his voice a low rumble.

Peter's expression hardened. "Then you risk the stability of the pack. The Olders are determined to see this through."

Zarek's heart pounded in his chest. He had a choice. He could submit, accept the competition, and hope for the best. Or he could defy the Olders, risk a power struggle, and potentially plunge the pack into chaos.

The decision was a heavy one, a burden that pressed down upon him. But as he looked out at the vast expanse of the Blackwood territory, the weight of his responsibility settled upon him. He was the Alpha, the leader. It was his duty to ensure the safety and well-being of his pack.

"Peter," his voice heavy with a sense of foreboding, "have you ever experienced recurring dreams?"

Peter hesitated, his expression thoughtful. "No, Alpha. It's not uncommon for werewolves to have prophetic dreams."

Zarek nodded. "I've been having a recurring dream. A woman, a woman I've never seen before. She's… she's different."

Peter's eyes narrowed. "Perhaps it's a sign, Alpha. A message from the moon goddess."

Zarek's heart pounded in his chest.

Could it be? Could this dream be a clue, a hint at the outcome of the competition?

Could this mean that he could finally see and touch the girl in his dream?

The moon cast an ethereal glow upon the Crimson Pack's territory, illuminating the ancient oak trees that stood as silent sentinels. Anya, her heart pounding in her chest, crouched behind a gnarled trunk, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She had to escape.

Her mother, Mrs Ventayan, a woman of fierce loyalty to the Crimson Pack, had discovered her plans. The news of Anya's selection as one of the five women competing for Zarek, the Alpha of the Blackwood Pack, had been met with pride and excitement. But Anya felt trapped, a pawn in a game she didn't want to play.

"Anya, come out," her mother's voice called, her tone laced with a mixture of disappointment and authority.

Anya hesitated, her mind racing. She knew she couldn't hide forever. She had to face her mother, to explain her reasons for wanting to leave.

With a heavy sigh, she stepped out from behind the tree. Her mother, a formidable figure with eyes as sharp as obsidian, stood before her, her ar