The Alpha's Mistress ✔️

The air in Alpha Onyx's study was thick with unspoken tension, only punctuated by the rhythmic pacing of Sienna. He sat, a dark silhouette against the flickering firelight, condemned to endure her reading from profiles of potential wives.

"Elora Daniels," Sienna announced, her voice echoing slightly in the large room. "She lives on the Western edge of the Pack. Her father owns a vast amount of land on which he harbours numerous successful orchards. Impressive."

Onyx groaned, tipping his head back. "Sienna..."

She ignored him, her finger tracing down the page. "Elora is apparently of medium height. Angel's-forbid they be specific...Has brown hair and brown, almost black eyes." Sienna glanced up, a wry smile playing on her lips. "She has a slight limp though..."

Onyx's eyes flared. "They added that?"

Sienna smothered a laugh. This was his mother's doing, a desperate attempt to marry off the Alpha who insisted he wasn't picky, just not interested. Yet, the power dynamic in this room, him at her mercy, was exhilarating.

"Most importantly, she has status amongst her peers, is softly spoken and polite," Sienna continued, watching Onyx's face screw up in distaste. "It's not her fault she's been bred to be married off to a wealthy, powerful man like you."

Their shared childhood had been filled with chastising the very traditions that now governed his life. But for Onyx, it was inescapable. For Sienna, it was different. She was 'no one', an assistant, a friend. Non-negotiable, off-limits. Yet, as she looked at him, undeniably attractive and jaded by his Alpha status, Sienna knew she was not immune.