Playing The Alphas

Chapter 106: No One Escaped Finnian

FINNIAN

I was taken aback by Samantha’s words, and that didn’t happen often. I never imagined this woman to be so perceptive. Instantly, my view of her shifted. The sex slave I had pegged as crude now appeared to possess a sensitivity I hadn’t anticipated. She had read me like an open book, dissecting my motives with startling accuracy.

She wasn’t wrong.

I hadn’t planned on helping her initially. To me, she was just a beautiful plaything, not worth my effort. Truth be told, I had only gone toe-to-toe with Jayce and Darlington for her that day because I wanted to snatch up what they coveted. It was simple sibling rivalry, nothing more. If my brothers wanted something, I wanted it too. That was how it had always been between us.

So, when I stumbled upon the scene in the corridor, I only intended to watch the spectacle and kill some time. Molly’s little tantrums were always entertaining, and watching her torment a helpless slave seemed like a pleasant way to pass the afternoon. I had leaned against the pillar, arms crossed, observing with detached amusement.

But then, something caught my eye.

A lowly sex slave dared to challenge the future queen of Lycan. When she picked up that stone to bash her opponent’s head, she transformed from a meek woman into a fierce warrior. I watched her face contort with righteous fury, her body coiling with tension like a predator about to strike. The fear that should have crippled her only seemed to fuel her defiance.

I was drawn to her in that instant.

And I had to admit, she was undeniably captivating. The way she stood her ground against Molly and her cronies, the fire in her eyes when she slapped that entitled bitch across the face—it was intoxicating. I had seen countless slaves cower and grovel. I had never seen one fight.

As I gazed at Samantha, I found myself lost in thought. Her lashes were long and curled, framing those eyes of hers that seemed to weave a spell when they met mine. They were like pools of liquid fire, burning with a stubbornness that made my blood heat. Her skin was as smooth as silk, flawless under the light, unmarked except for the bruises left by Jayce’s careless passion.

I could see she was scared. I saw the slight tremor in her hands, the way her breath hitched when I held her too close. But she buried that fear, refusing to show weakness. Her eyes were filled with a defiant stubbornness, a refusal to break. She even had the nerve to turn me down. She was a far cry from the women who usually fell over themselves trying to win my favor.

More than that, the scent of her body stirred something primal in me, calming my restless wolf. The beast inside me, always snarling and scratching at the edges of my control, fell silent when I breathed her in. It was like a balm on a wound I hadn’t known was festering.

Realizing this, I found my gaze darkening, heat pooling low in my belly. I tilted her chin, letting my thumb glide over her soft skin. For a moment, I couldn’t bring myself to pull away. She was so warm, so alive beneath my touch. The fear that flickered in her eyes only made her more beautiful.

"You are brilliant," I murmured, a rare compliment escaping my lips. I didn’t hand out praise freely. It wasn’t in my nature. But she had earned it, whether she wanted it or not.

Watching the mix of stubbornness and fear on her face, I added with a smirk, "And now, you’ve made me want you even more."

Without warning, I captured her lips.

She tasted like defiance and honey. Her mouth was soft, yielding despite the resistance in her body. Ignoring her attempts to pull away, I forced my tongue between her lips, tasting her fully. I wanted to devour her, to consume every part of her that dared to challenge me.

Samantha clearly hadn’t expected that. Her eyes widened in shock before she began struggling in earnest. Her small fists pounded against my chest, but I barely felt them. I wrapped an arm around her waist, holding her tight as I indulged in the sweetness that was hers alone.

Her scent grew stronger, more intoxicating, and it fanned the flames of my desire. The more she fought, the more I wanted. It was a dance I hadn’t anticipated, a game that thrilled me in ways I hadn’t expected.

She fought me with everything she had, moaning in protest against my mouth. Her soft breasts pressed against my chest, fueling the fire burning within me. My hand wandered upward from her flat belly, finally resting on her breasts. I cupped one in my hand, relishing the feel of her tender flesh. She was so soft, so inviting, that I found it hard to pull away.

But then, I noticed the marks on her skin, bruises and kiss marks left by another man.

A surge of anger coursed through me. It was irrational, I knew. She was a sex slave. Of course she had been with others. But seeing Jayce’s marks on her skin, knowing that my brother had touched her like this, had tasted her like this—it made something ugly twist in my gut.

Without thinking, I tightened my grip, my fingers kneading her flesh as if trying to erase those offensive traces. I wanted to cover them with my own marks, to claim her in a way that left no doubt. The thought consumed me, clouding my judgment.

"Hmm... Hmm..." Samantha struggled harder, but it was all in vain. Her protests were muffled, her body trapped against mine.

I toyed with her nipples, feeling them harden beneath my touch, trembling in the cool air, looking so vulnerable. I watched them pucker and strain, desperate for attention I wasn’t sure I wanted to give. I couldn’t resist the urge to keep playing with her soft breasts. My fingers pulled and pressed her nipples, and I could feel her resistance start to wane.

Her breathing grew heavier. Lust made her even more alluring.

I had always prided myself on my self-control. Among the triplets, I was the one who kept his head when Jayce lost his and Darlington retreated into his books. I was the strategist, the planner, the one who never let emotions cloud his judgment.

But in that moment, I was dangerously close to losing it.

Just as I was about to take things further, I heard footsteps approaching. They echoed down the corridor, getting closer with each passing second. Someone was coming.

Samantha seemed to snap out of it, her eyes widening in sudden clarity. The haze of desire that had clouded her gaze vanished, replaced by sharp awareness. Before I could react, she shoved me away.

Caught off guard, I stumbled back, my hold on her slipping. I hadn’t expected the sudden burst of strength from her small frame. By the time I realized what had happened, Samantha was already fleeing, her figure growing smaller in the distance.

I watched her frantic retreat, her torn clothes fluttering behind her like a banner of defiance. I didn’t give chase. She had earned her escape, at least for now.

Instead, I lifted my hand to my nose, inhaling the scent she had left behind. It was just as sweet, just as enticing, as when we first met. Her essence clung to my fingers like a promise, like a challenge I was more than willing to accept.

A smile tugged at my lips as I whispered into the empty corridor, "Samantha, this is only the beginning."

I meant it. She had piqued my interest in a way no one had in years. The stubbornness, the fire, the way she refused to break even when fear made her tremble—it was intoxicating. She was a puzzle I needed to solve, a conquest I needed to claim.

And claim her I would.

The footsteps grew closer, and I straightened my clothes, schooling my features into their usual mask of cold indifference. By the time the guard rounded the corner, I was once again the unreadable prince, the one who showed nothing and revealed less.

But inside, the beast was stirring. It had found its prey, and it would not be denied.

Samantha thought she could run. She thought she could escape me. She was wrong. I had my brothers’ tastes to satisfy, my own desires to fulfill, and now, a new obsession to nurture.

I watched the empty corridor where she had disappeared, and I let the smile spread across my face. It was predatory, hungry, and entirely unrepentant.

"Run all you want, little slave," I murmured to myself. "I’ll find you. And when I do, you’ll learn that no one escapes a Finnian for long."