Chapter Thirty

**Myra**

“*Three days of non-stop sex… in our private bubble.*” Myra thought as her moans echoed against the bathroom walls. What started as an innocent soak in the tub turned into something much more. Myra was on her knees, bent over the side with Sloan drilling into her from behind. He had one hand between her folds playing with her pierced clit while his other hand had a death grip on the smooth porcelain edge of the tub. Her orgasm was nearing. She leaned back and allowed her head to fell onto his shoulder. The overwhelming sensation of pleasure boiled throughout her body.

“Fuck! Myra…” Sloan groaned in her ear as he slid his bulbous knot into her body, locking them together.

Through hooked eyes, Myra saw Sloan’s grip tightened on the porcelain, so she wickedly clenched core around his pulsing member. Sloan’s knuckles were almost white from how tightly he was gripping the tub. She gasped when a loud crack echoed the room, and pieces of the porcelain tube crumbled in the palm of his hand.

Myra giggled as a string of expletives erupted from him; however, his hips never stopped the short jabs into hers. She leaned up onto her hands, pumping her hips backwards to meet his punishing thrusts.

“Sloan…” She moaned again, then letting him know she was about to leap into the blissful void of the orgasmic contentment. Sloan roughly grabbed her hair and pulled her head to the side as he sunk his canines into her neck. When he pierced her skin, he triggered her orgasm. Myra saw stars as all her senses went into overdrive. Her core clamped shut around his member, causing him to prematurely released her neck.

“Shit… I’m cumming!” He roared. His hips continued to jerk against hers as he spurted his seed inside her.

So hot.

So filling.

Myra grabbed his hand that was still playing with her clit as she shivered in his arms. When the last of his seed spurted into her, she felt Sloan licking her neck to close the wounds from his bite.

They needed a moment to catch their breath and wait for his knot still embedded in her body to disappear.

Once her breathing and heart rate returned to normal, Myra spoke. “A new tub is now on the list of things to re-purchase for the house.” She giggled. She felt the rumbles of his chest on her back as he chuckled at her comment.

She still can’t believe how destructive this heat was. They destroyed the marble bar top in the Common Rooms, an exercise bench in the gym – though she couldn’t figure out how they ended up there. Sloan’s claws also messed up the island in the kitchen after he had officially proposed to her. Her smile brightened as she gazed down at her engagement ring.

At the thought of their kitchen activities, she unconsciously clenched around his cock, and Sloan growled in her ear. She moaned, wiggled on his trapped member. His hand locked onto her hips, stopping her movements.

“Have mercy on a man, woman.” He groaned as if in pain.

“Admit it… you’re enjoying this,” She purred, figuratively poking the wolf.

“When this issue with the rogues is over, we are getting out own place… I quite like the idea of you constantly naked and me fucking you on every available surface,” He started, kissing her neck above her mark. “So, the wedding?” He attempted to change the topic away from sex.

“I refuse to be a pregnant bride.” She smiled, looking over her shoulder, and they kissed. As their tongues matured with each other, Myra felt him hardening inside her. She broke the kiss and whispered against his lips. “I thought you wanted me to show you mercy?”

“I am still part man,” He replied, kissing her again. Sweetly and shorter this time. “So, do you want to get married before or after the pup is born?”

“Let’s wait and see if your seed did indeed take root.” She whispered as his hand round her waist and cradled her flat stomach.

“I’m an Alpha… trust me, it has taken root. Most likely from the first knotting on Friday.” Sloan stated, but she could hear the cockiness and pride in his voice. Just then, his cock slid out of her body, and their stomach growled.

“Time to feed my Wolfman… again.” She turned around and kissed him again before climbing out of the tub. Sloan smacked her wet butt as she grabbed two towels, one for herself and the other for Sloan. He climbed out of the tub as she handed him the fluffy material. Once dried, Sloan helped her slipped into her robe, and she exited the bathroom as he shrugged into his own.

Myra blushed at the mess they made of the bedroom; it looked like a war zone. She tiptoed over wood splinters from one of the destroyed pillars from their bed. Her blush deepened at the memory of Sloan kicking it as she rode him just hours ago. The headrest was also broken from vigorously banging against the wall. Parts of the drywall behind the bed were cracked and rumbled from the headrest’s assault, as well as deep claw marks dug into the wall. Furthermore, their claws dug into the memory foam of the mattress. The microfibre littered on and around the bed and ground. Myra bent over and picked up the shredded bedding.

“*Our animals were insatiable.*” She shook her head, throwing the blanket onto the ruined bed.

“I think your heat is subsiding that last knot disappeared quicker than the others,” Sloan commented, gently nudging her chin with his knuckled, and he gazed into her eyes. “And your eyes aren’t glowing as brightly as before.”

“We need a new bed.”

“That we do… but it’s Sunday. We can sleep in a guest room tonight.”

“You mean, destroy another room?” She smirked, and he kissed her forehead.

“We…” He started to answer when a buzzing noise stopped him. They both looked about the room, chuckling as the sound was vibrating from somewhere in the room. They both started looking, and eventually, Sloan found his ringing cellphone that was under the bed. Just as he found it, it stopped ringing.

“Declan… Tristan and Dad tried calling me. Hmm, including some clan leaders and other Alphas. Something must have happened.” Sloan frowned, and Myra could see the magic of their weekend disappeared.

“Return their calls, and I’ll bring up some food for us.” Myra kissed his shoulder and exited the room. Descending the main stairwell, she jumped when someone started banging on the front door.

“Sloan! Myra!” Declan shouted, banging his fist on the door, rattling it on its hinges. Myra continued down the stairs, but Sloan’s voice stopped her.

“Myra, don’t answer that door dressed like that... go get changed, babe,” Sloan ordered, running down the stairs in a pair of sweatpants. He waited for her to climb back up the stairs. At the top of the stairs, she heard some beeping and Sloan opening the door.

Soon, Declan’s voice bellowed up to her, “Myra, Stop!”

She wasn’t sure what was happening, but she strangely stopped in her tracks. There was a brief heated discussion between Sloan and Declan, then Sloan roared in anger, shaking the house.

“Angel, go to the Den instead.” Sloan barked up at her.

“*Fuck this shit!*” Myra thought, “Stop ordering me about,” She snapped, turning around and smacking suddenly into Sloan’s solid bare chest. She didn’t hear him race up the stairs, but when she looked up into his eyes. She frowned in confusion, “*Well, this is a first.*” His eyes were pitch black, and rage was rolling off of him in waves. “What’s going on?” She asked just as Declan breezed past them and entered their bedroom.

“HEY!” She called out, taking a step towards their room, but Sloan’s hand closed around her wrist, stopping her.

“Don’t…” Sloan stated; however, his manner was too calm for her liking. “Did you find it?” He called out to Declan.

“Not yet.” Declan’s disembodied voice replied.

“Find what?” Myra asked Sloan, suddenly nervous.

“There have been several developments… including five new bodies. And, this photo was attached with one of the victims,” Sloan answered, handing her a letter-size glossy picture. The image on the page caused Myra to gasp and blush in embarrassment. It was an erotic and intimate photo of her and Sloan locked in a lover’s embrace, Myra was straddling Sloan on their bed, and his nails were clawing down her back while he sunk his teeth into her neck. The angle of the photo depicted that it was taken from some part of their bedroom.

Sloan turned the photo over, and the words behind it made her blood run cold.

**Looks like fun, can’t wait to play with the little vixen again.**

“What the hell!” She said under her breath. Then the realization of Sloan’s sudden change in mood and Declan’s search in their bedroom dawned on her. “Who else saw this?” She asked, and Sloan growled.

Unexpectedly, Declan started laughing then shouted. “Aha! Got it.” He walked out of their bedroom. “Hidden in the top corner of one of your bed pillars.” He held out his hand to show them a small, inconspicuous device. If they didn’t know what they were looking for, they would have never seen it.

“I want this house searched with a fine teeth comb… ranked members only,” Sloan commanded, and Declan nodded. Myra was glad that Declan acted like a professional and ignored the war-zone disaster that was their bedroom. She watched him walk off, already barking orders into this phone.

“Attacking you before claiming you were one thing… but invading our privacy is another matter.”

“I feel exposed.” She whispered, and Sloan wrapped his hand around her, pulling her close into his warmth. She closed her eyes and contentedly sighed when she felt a feather-light touch of his lips on her head.

“Now it’s war,” Sloan growled, and his hold on her tightened.

* * *

Later that day, Myra changed into a mint green, baggy hoodie with matching joggers. She only returned after a detailed search of their bedroom. She was sitting in the Den with the guys, quietly observing the flurry of activity in the room. She had pulled her knees to her chest and hugged them.

The house was again buzzing with conversation and movement. High-ranking members of the pack moved from room to room, thoroughly sweeping for other devices. No one commented about the damage she and Sloan created; they efficiently removed the destroyed items while conducting their search. Eventually, they found two more devices, one outside the Den and the other in their bathroom.

She felt violated.

She glanced over at Sloan, who was still full of rage, and his eyes had yet to return to the stormy grey pools that she loved. He was listening intently to the reports from the different teams.

“Whoever did this didn’t have time to place the devices in here, Alpha.”

“That’s because we started locking this door after Elizabeth’s escape… only four members know the passcode,” Tristan explained, raking his fingers through his hair. He wasn’t his usual smartly dressed self, nor was he making unnecessary jokes to cut the tension. Like his brother, Tristan was also pissed.

“The thing is… we checked this house after the breach, and everywhere was clean... that means, these devices were planted afterwards.”

“And what type of devices are they?” Sloan finally spoke up.

“The two from your bedroom were visual with audio, and the third one outside this Den was audio only.” The man explained.

Myra didn’t think Sloan’s eyes could get any darker, but they did. She jumped when his fist slammed on the desktop. Different items rattled from the force, and she heard the solid wood groaned in protest.

“Declan, I want to stay on task… find us something… anything about the attacks, I want these fuckers found. Tristan, I want a detailed personnel check on every member of the house staff, this fucktard is hiding in plain sight, and I don’t like it. No one is to return to this house until you have cleared them.” Sloan ordered, then turned to the man who was just speaking.

“Steven. I would like you to work in conjunction with Kenny from IT. He’s been working on tracking the hacker from the first security breach. Help him run through the security footage in the hallways to my bedroom, the elevator and the two stairwells to the second floor. Whoever placed these devices in my room had to be caught on CCTV.” He continued to issue orders. The man, whom Myra now knew as Steven, nodded and left the room soon after receiving his orders.

“Leanne…” He looked across at Myra, and their eyes locked together. “She NEVER leaves your sight.”

Leanne nodded, “Yes, Alpha… a life for a life.” She promised.

“A life for a life,” Sloan repeated the declaration. Myra didn’t even question it; she knew her security was going to step up the moment Sloan handed her the photo with its message.

Myra was caught up in her thoughts that she didn’t notice Leanne had crossed the room to join her, leaving the three guys to continue chatting.

“Myra?”

“These rogues are determined to disrupt our glorious morning-after time.” Myra attempted humour to lighten the mood.

Leanne chuckled lightly and sat down next to her. “The Alpha is pissed... this is the angriest I have ever seen Sloan.”

“It was such a wonderful weekend… and then this happened.” Myra confused, pushing the hood of her hoodie off her head.

“I am sorry this is happening to you all… umm, about tomorrow? We will have to figure out my staying with you during the school day.”

“Hmm… I’ll have to discuss it with the principal… thank goodness she’s a Wiccan and knows about the community.” Myra thought out loud, tapping her chin with her finger. “Maybe we can say you are a student-teacher who will be observing my classroom for the unforeseeable future.”

“In a room full of small humans?” She gasped, horrified by the thought.

“You know… that’s the same look Megan had on her face on her first placement day… she turned and ran for the hills soon after.”

“But didn’t she sign up to be a teacher?”

“She would have preferred either Middle or High School age children… but the placement officer gave her a first-grade classroom… She lasted one day.” Myra smiled at the memory. “If you don’t want to be in the classroom all day, we can work something out.” Myra thought when movement across the room got her attention. She looked on as Declan opened up the map to plot the new victims onto it. As the points lit up, she gasped out loud. “*What the fuck?!*”