Claimed by the alpha billionaire

In the Wall

Footsteps thundered down the hallway like death coming to collect.

I didn’t think. I grabbed Damien’s tie and slammed my mouth against his.

Hard.

No hesitation. No pretty romance. Just three years of being watched, lied to, and wanted by a man I’d only met two hours ago.

He froze against me for half a second—like even the alpha wasn’t ready for me to break first.

Then he exploded.

A raw, broken growl tore out of his throat as he spun me around and shoved me up against the wall. My back hit cold plaster. His body pinned me there, all heat and muscle and barely-leashed power. One big hand gripped my hip hard enough to bruise. The other slammed above my head, caging me completely.

“Everly,” he rasped against my lips, voice wrecked. “You have no idea what you just started.”

I bit his bottom lip in answer.

He lost it.

His mouth claimed mine like he’d been starving since the day he first saw my photo. Teeth. Tongue. Three years of silent obsession poured into one brutal kiss. I tasted blood and whiskey and something wild that made my knees shake.

I didn’t care.

I kissed him back like I was furious at the universe for hiding him from me. My hands shoved under his jacket, nails dragging down his dress shirt, desperate to feel the wolf underneath the billionaire suit.

He groaned into my mouth, low and filthy, and pressed one thick thigh between mine, forcing my legs apart. The friction hit exactly where I needed it and I gasped, hips rolling before I could stop myself.

“f**k,” he breathed. His forehead dropped to mine, gold eyes blazing inches away. “You’re going to ruin me.”

“Good,” I whispered, voice shaking. “You’ve already ruined my life.”

His hand slid up my throat, thumb pressing over my racing pulse. Not choking. Just holding. Like he needed to feel my heart beating for him.

Then his mouth moved lower.

Teeth grazed the side of my neck. Right over the pulse point. He sucked hard enough to leave a mark and my entire body arched off the wall with a broken moan I couldn’t hold back.

“Don’t stop,” I gasped, fingers fisting in his hair. “Damien—don’t stop.”

The words broke something in him.

He lifted me like I weighed nothing, my legs wrapping around his waist, back still slammed against the wall. His hips rolled into me once, twice—slow, deliberate, filthy—showing me exactly what he wanted to do to me.

I was drowning in him. In the scent of pine and storm and pure alpha. In the way he growled my name like a prayer and a curse at the same time.

For one perfect, terrifying second, the hunters outside the door didn’t exist. The lies didn’t exist. Only his mouth on my neck and his hands claiming every inch of me like he’d waited three years to own me completely.

Then the door to the room exploded inward.

Wood splintered.

Three men stepped through the wreckage—eyes glowing the same unnatural gold as Damien’s, but colder. Meaner.

The one in front smiled, slow and cruel.

“Well, well,” he drawled. “The hybrid’s finally awake. Soren sends his regards, Voss.”

Damien’s body went deadly still against mine.

He didn’t let me down.

He just turned his head, lips still brushing my throat, and said in the coldest voice I’d ever heard:

“Touch her and I’ll paint this floor with your spines.”

My heart stopped.

Because the man who’d just kissed me like the world was ending… was about to shift.

And I was still wrapped around him like I belonged there.