Lunar Supremacy: The Original Alpha



Inside Evangeline's Mansion in Newyork City

As they crossed the gate into Evangeline's mansion, Sophia was transported to a world of opulence and extravagance that left her speechless. The interior was a sight to behold, with its gleaming marble floors and glittering crystal chandeliers that cast a warm, welcoming glow over the whole place.

But it wasn't just the lavish decoration that caught her attention. The maids who greeted them were like models, with their eye-catching curves and seductive stares that left her feeling plain and unremarkable in comparison.

Vincent noticed her discomfort and wanted to explain himself, but the right words eluded him, leaving him in a state of awkward silence.

Evangeline ensured that he was constantly surrounded by beauty, for she knew that his libido spiked every time the full moon approached. Though he did not undergo the usual werewolf transformation, his urges and lust surged uncontrollably especially after he regained most of his memories. 

The only known remedy to this predicament was the bracelet that bound his powers, but he refused to wear it, despising the feeling of powerlessness.

Inside the Bedroom.

Sophia sat cross-legged on Vincent's bed, her mind racing with questions. Who was he? What was he? And most importantly, what was his plan for their relationship?

Vincent stood by the window, gazing at the moon, his back turned to her. Sophia studied his broad shoulders and muscular frame, trying to piece together the puzzle that was Vincent. He was enigmatic, elusive, and infuriatingly attractive.

She couldn't help but feel drawn to him, even as her mind told her to stay away. She found herself questioning if he had bewitched her, for she couldn't resist the allure of his presence, despite having witnessed him murder a group of people with such ease, as if they were nothing but insignificant ants in his eyes.

"Vincent," she said, breaking the silence. "What are you?"

Vincent's gaze locked onto her, and she felt a shiver of apprehension run down her spine. His eyes, as dark as the moonless night sky, seemed to hold a power beyond human comprehension.

"I'm a werewolf," he confessed nonchalantly, as if he were simply stating his favorite food.

"A werewolf? Like the ones in the movies?" Sophia's spoke in a calm manner, deep down, she had suspected as much ever since she witnessed his supernatural abilities. No normal human could pull off what he did to Jason and his lackeys.

Vincent couldn't help but let out a low chuckle at Sophia's reaction. He had anticipated a more explosive response from her, but it seemed as though her love for him had dulled her senses. The possibility that his mere presence had the power to cloud women's judgment and incite infatuation crossed his mind.

As he observed Sophia, he wondered if his true superpower lay in the ability to make women fall madly in love with him. It was a curious thought, one that he had only pondered before as a joke. 

But his fleeting thought about his charm being a superpower would have made him think otherwise if he only knew how many women had indeed given up everything for him. 

Little did he know, there was long list of devoted women behind him, each with their own story of sacrificing everything for the sake of love. His charm and allure had a powerful effect on those around him, leaving a trail of shattered hearts and lives in his wake.

It was as if he was the hero of his own tragic love story, yet he remained unaware of the toll his existence had on others. The thought of it all made him feel like a character in a dark comedy, the punchline of an ironic joke.

He paused for a moment, as if trying to find the right words to ease the awkward tension in the air.

"Close to a werewolf, except for the fact that I seem to have forgotten how to transform. Maybe I need to go back to werewolf school." He chuckled at his own joke, but Sophia couldn't help but laugh along with him.

He had been trying to transform ever since he regained his memories, but there was something blocking him.

He had asked Evangeline about it, but all she had said was that the medallion inside his body was blocking his powers. Apparently, almost dying had some serious side effects.

Sophia couldn't help but giggle at Vincent's attempt to lighten the mood. Her mind was still reeling from the revelation that she was involved with a creature of legend. It was all so surreal, and yet as she looked into his eyes, she knew that he would never hurt her.

In truth, the fact that Vincent had trusted her enough to reveal his secret only made her fall even more deeply in love with him. There was something about his openness and honesty that drew her in, like a moth to a flame. She felt like she was being given a glimpse into a world that few humans knew existed, and she was eager to explore it with him.

"I have so many questions!" Sophia couldn't contain the excitement in her eyes as she spoke, It was as if she had just discovered she was the protagonist of a romantic , and her hot, handsome, and rich boyfriend was secretly a super powerful "Alpha". 

Vincent chuckled and leaned closer, his expression softening.

"I'll answer all of them. But first, let me show you who I really am." And with that, he leaned down and pressed his lips to hers, igniting a passion that she had been wishing to feel again.

Her heart raced as Vincent's lips claimed hers. She melted into his embrace, consumed by a fire that she was searching all this time. As their kiss deepened, she could feel the weight of his secrets lifting, replaced by a sense of trust and understanding.

"You're really special, Sophia " Vincent couldn't resist the allure of her purity. She was unlike any woman he had tasted before. With her, he could satisfy his desires fully, unlike the women that Evangeline had prepared for him. She was a rare delicacy, and he couldn't help himself as he pushed her gently onto the bed.

Despite his lustful tendencies, he was gentle with her, taking his time to explore every inch of her body with reverence. For once, he didn't care about the secrets he was keeping or the danger that surrounded them. All that mattered was the intense connection he shared with her in that moment.

"I love you, Vincent," she whispered breathlessly, as he continued to explore her body with his skilled hands. Every touch sent waves of pleasure coursing through her, and she lost herself in the moment, lost in the blissful haze of passion that only Vincent could provide.

Vincent's lips curved into a smile as he heard Sophia's declaration of love. He had known from the moment he met her that she was special, and now he knew she felt the same way. His hands continued their exploration of her body, igniting a fire within her that she couldn't control. She arched her back, allowing him to explore her even more.

"I love you too, Sophia," Vincent murmured, his breath hot against her skin. 

As they continued to explore each other's bodies, Vincent could feel Sophia's desire building, her moans becoming more urgent. He knew he wanted to make this moment special for her, to show her how much he cared for her.

He slowly used his lips to pleased her, placing soft kisses along her stomach and thighs. Sophia's hands tangled in his hair as she gasped with pleasure.

With a sly smile, he used his fingers to push aside Sophia's skirt, revealing her panties. He could see the dampness growing between her legs, a clear sign of how much she was enjoying what he was doing to her.

He used his fingers to tease her pristine slit, stroking them lightly before moving to her clit. Her moans grew louder and more urgent as he continued to stimulate her with his tongue and fingers, bringing her closer and closer to the edge.

Finally, with a scream of pleasure, Sophia came undone in Vincent's arms. He held her tightly as she rode out the waves of pleasure, feeling the warmth of her body and the pounding of her heart against his chest.

As Sophia basked in the afterglow of her orgasm, Vincent's desire for her grew even stronger. He gently turned her over onto her stomach, her head resting on the pillow, and positioned himself behind her.

He reached down to stroke her soft skin, admiring the curve of her back and the roundness of her hips.

With a deep breath, he entered her from behind, feeling her wetness welcoming him in. She gasped at the sensation, arching her back and pushing her hips back towards him.

Vincent set a steady rhythm, his hips moving in sync with hers as they both lost themselves in the pleasure.

Her moans grew louder with each thrust, and he could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge. He reached around to play with her clit, wanting to push her over the edge again before he let himself go.

"Can I cum inside you?" he asked.

Sophia did not answer immediately, but she also wanted to feel him more.

"It's my safe day," she admitted.

"Good"

With one final thrust, they came together, their bodies wracked with pleasure. Sophia lay there for a moment, breathing heavily and holding onto the pillow.

"Did you feel good?" he asked.

"Yes," she replied with an embarrassed look, trying to hide her soaking wet slit from him.