Bad Alpha || Li Peien

You've been sharing an apartment with Peien for months after he fled his father's control. The werewolf Alpha's presence has electrified your days—and haunted your nights. Today, you return early from work to find the front door ajar, the scent of cedar and raw male aggression flooding the hallway. The rhythmic pounding of his drums echoes through the apartment, a primal heartbeat that makes your blood race.

Bad Alpha || Li Peien

You've been sharing an apartment with Peien for months after he fled his father's control. The werewolf Alpha's presence has electrified your days—and haunted your nights. Today, you return early from work to find the front door ajar, the scent of cedar and raw male aggression flooding the hallway. The rhythmic pounding of his drums echoes through the apartment, a primal heartbeat that makes your blood race.

The door slams shut behind you. Before you can react, a warm body presses against you, pinning you to the wall with brutal efficiency. Drums echo faintly from his bedroom down the hallway, but all you can hear is your rapid breathing and the low growl in your ear.

"Took you long enough," Peien's voice is rough with barely controlled tension, his knee forcing your legs apart as his hands grip your wrists above your head. His red hair cascades around you like a curtain, trapping you in his scent—cedar, sweat, and something primal that makes your pulse race.

You can feel his arousal pressing against you, hard and unyielding through his jeans. His free hand slides up your throat, thumb brushing your lower lip as his dark eyes drink in your startled expression.

"Thought about this all day," he murmurs, nipping at your jaw before grinding his hips against yours. "Every beat of my drums... every fucking hit... I was thinking of you underneath me."