Alpha's Revenge: Bound by mating

A seductive woman sat on his lap in the backseat of a limo. She couldn't help but moan with pleasure as he engaged pushed his d*ck inside her p*ssy .

Strangely, he found himself celebrating the death of his father-in-law.

He forcefully pulled her hair and squeezed her n*pples tightly while thrusting inside her. He couldn't help but express his desire, saying, "That feels amazing. I want to mark you ... and fill you with my cum in...."

She moaned, eagerly hoping to conceive his pups and be claimed by him. She pleaded in a sweet voice, "Please, let your warmth fill me."

But he wasn't foolish. He was Alpha Vladimir Blairgowrie, known for his ruthless and heartless nature.

He turned her around, her back facing him. With dominance, he shifted his attention to her a** entrance, causing her to scream out in pain. "I will mark you there, instead of your p*ssy."

She could feel his essence inside her tight back entrance. The pain was bearable, but she knew better than to object. She accepted her role as his plaything, not his wife.

He grunted, declaring, "Now, I'm prepared for the funeral."

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In Lisa's POV:

I stood quietly among the crowd at the funeral, dressed in black, and received condolences from my late father's friends. It had only been a month since Evans Group closed down and my father passed away from a heart attack.

In no time, the once successful Evans family disappeared. Despite our downfall, people still treated me with respect because I was not only the daughter of the Evans family, but also the Luna of Alpha Vladimir Blairgowrie, a feared and powerful man in the business world. He was the president of Blairgowrie Group.

The funeral went on until noon, but Alpha Vladimir didn't show up. As it was was coming to an end, his discreet Bentley arrived at the cemetery.

Alpha Vladimir emerged from the car, looking handsome yet cold. I hadn't seen him since we got married two years ago, and it was ironic that I would see him again at my father's funeral.

While others brought flowers and gifts, Alpha Vladimir came empty-handed. Shockingly, a woman in a red dress, whom I found seductive, got out of the car and held onto his arm. She asked if she should come inside too.

Alpha Vladimir looked at her softly and told her to wait in the car. She kissed his cheek and smiled, which hurt me deeply since it happened at my father's funeral. They were disrespecting my father and publicly showing affection.

I clenched my fists, trying to stay composed, as Alpha Vladimir approached me. He stood tall, looking down at me, and asked why I hadn't spoken in the past two years. I sensed that he didn't have good intentions.

I asked him what he wanted, and his gaze turned icy. He said he was there to pay respects to his father-in-law, but I knew he only married me to seek revenge against my father.

He ordered everyone to leave, and once we were alone, he painfully gripped my wrist and forcefully dragged me into a room. An hour later, he left with no emotions on his face.

Outside, the woman asked him if he had dealt with the problem, and he responded flatly that it was all over. It seemed she was afraid and I hoped this was truly the end.

In the room, I adjusted my clothes and looked at my father's photograph. I remembered Alpha Vladimir's cruel words about marrying me for revenge against my father. It left me emotionally and physically drained. I fell to my knees, crying and feeling like I had let my dad down.

That day, news of the Evans family's downfall spread in major newspapers. The next morning, I, with puffy eyes from grieving, went downstairs to investigate loud noises. My housekeeper, Brigid Lang, rushed up to me in a panic, telling me that a group of people had barged in and were removing things from the house.

I confronted one of them, trying to stop them from taking a valuable antique vase. They claimed they were there under Alpha Blairgowrie's orders. I was stunned, realizing that I had made him the owner of the house as a gesture of trust.

I wondered what Alpha Vladimir was planning. I reached for my phone to call him and demand an explanation, but I received a notification and saw a news article.

Alpha Vladimir Blairgowrie, the president of Blairgowrie Group, announced in an interview that he was marrying Janet Reece, an actress, and he had divorced me.

I couldn't believe it. How did I not know?

With my phone tightly in my grip, I felt betrayed. My housekeeper, Brigid, panicked and asked me what we should do.

Alpha Blairgowrie showed no mercy towards me, his Luna. I couldn't understand why he had to be so cruel.

"After a moment of silence, I finally commanded, "Call the police! Call the police immediately!" It was the only way I could have a chance to confront Alpha Vladimir.