Chapter 72: Special needs.

July 13 2026, 12:43pm.

Draven never stopped thinking about Nyx’ara. Not even for once. And ever since two days ago when she had openly defied him in front of everyone and then refused to bow even under the influence of his Alpha aura, his respect for her had peaked.

But not just his respect but his curiosity as well.

Now, he couldn’t help but wonder how she had been able to do it. Even Seraphina, a Beta wolf, had bowed her head and gnashed her teeth from the force.

He had watched her struggle to breathe... had seen the horrified look on her face while she gripped tightly at the edge of the table.

But Nyx’ara hadn’t.

She didn’t even seem too fazed.

That occurrence made him begin to see her differently and now, he could not stop thinking about the way her nostrils had flared at him in rage. How she had glared at him like she wanted to chew him to dust... and how, goddess, how her damp shirt had clung to her skin like it was a second skin.

His fingers tapped absently against his coffee table as he stared out at the sky through the open double windows, and beside him, his phone buzzed and rang, continuing to do all of that over and over again, but he paid no heed to it.

He was, however, jolted out of his reverie when he heard the ever-familiar sound of his staff being dragged across the floor, and he blinked just then to see Seraphina setting the staff aside as she crawled into the space between his legs.

Her dark wavy hair was styled into a chignon with tendrils falling over her temple and the nape of her neck, while her body was covered— or not— in a see-through blue sequined dress which stopped so high up you could almost see the pink thong she wore underneath as she walked.

She carefully sat on the floor, making sure not to disrupt Draven too much, and then looked up at him with wide hopeful eyes.

"Alpha..."

Draven, who was uninterested— and has always been uninterested— in her, looked down at her. His eyes thinned with a mix of confusion and annoyance when she placed two manicured hands over his knees and tried to prop her weight upward between his thighs.

Her long blood-red fingers dug into his thigh and he groaned in more annoyance when that action sent a sudden chill down his back. His voice dropped into a mini sneer as he seethed; "What is it?"

Usually, the coldness in his voice was enough to send anyone running for the hills. But not her. Not her when she was clearly on a mission. Not when she had planned this whole thing for days now and not when she knew deep down that she was absolutely more beautiful than his— their— wife, Nyx’ara.

So in other words: she could seduce him.

Her hands curled deeper into his thighs, and pushing her weight up in such a way that she was almost kneeling between his legs, she purred;

"I am here to help."

For a moment, Draven did not do anything. He did not respond or try to shove her off. He simply watched her like he couldn’t quite understand the words she had just said. And then he leaned down to brush a stray tendril off her temple, his touch soft but cold.

He asked slowly. Darkly; "What makes you think that I have a problem I need help with, and even if I do, what makes you think that you, of all people, can help me?"

Seraphina did not hear the coldness in his voice, nor did she understand the hostility that dripped off each word like it was honey.

At the time, nothing else mattered to her more than her desperate need to get back the slightest bit of control she used to have over these men. Hell, at the party happening later today, she wanted to be the woman that would be introduced by their sides. The one celebrated as their woman...

Not that girl, Nyx’ara, who doesn’t even care about anything besides that pesky white cat.

A retort slipped past her lips before she could even ponder over it, and batting her long lashes at him, she said; "Because I can always help you, Alpha Draven. We have been friends for over two decades and I have always satisfied your needs... whichever needs you have."

"Mhmm."

"So trust me, all you have to do is tell me what you want and I’ll do it." She continued, trailing her slender fingers over his thighs until they stopped just at his crotch.

Draven stiffened when she palmed her hand over his flaccid dick but his eyes never left her face— not even once— as she gently began to stroke her hands over it as if willing it to rise from the dead.

It didn’t.

"We never used to have a hard time getting along..." she continued, sounding more desperate now. Even her strokes were becoming quite frantic. "We used to have casual sex... and as a man with needs— needs that your wife cannot meet— I understand that you may once in a while still require my services."

Draven’s eyes narrowed at the slight shade being directed at Nyx’ara but deciding not to comment directly on it, he began:

"Seraphina—"

Seraphina looked up hopefully and smiled at him; "Huh,"

"I do not intend or wish to have casual sex with you. I also do not have needs that you can meet. In fact, I do not want anything right now more than for you to stand up and walk away like the respectable woman that you are."

Seraphina felt as though she had been slapped across the face after she heard him say that. In fact, her face and chest burned with an embarrassment so hot, she literally looked like a beetroot.

Usually, this was the part where she should’ve risen to her feet and left. Goddess, she should have respected herself enough to bear this loss and let it be.

But she didn’t.

She was that desperate.

From the corner of her eye, she saw the silhouette of someone familiar approaching and when she saw the familiar head of silver hair, her heart skipped several beats.

It was Nyx’ara.

Her traitorous heart seized that moment and began to pound frantically against her chest, and her body shook with the desperate need to not be found lacking.

To not be on the losing end.

She beamed a smile at Draven— one that didn’t quite reach her eyes— and quickly began to unclasp the zipper of his pants.

Draven watched her with cold disbelief. His eyes narrowed so much, they almost became a unified eyeball.

He grabbed her shoulders and shook her slightly, his voice dropping as he hissed; "What are you doing, Sera?"

"Giving you a blowjob," Seraphina rushed out quickly, her voice trembling. "I want to give you a blowjob and see if that will help your tenseness."

As if to buttress her point, her eyes eagerly darted to his shoulders then to his face, and without another word, she pulled out his dick from the confines of his boxer shorts and took it all into her mouth in one swift swallow.

Draven flinched at the contact.

Just at that moment, Nyx’ara walked into the living room and as soon as she saw the image happening right in front of her, her face and heart literally fell.

—And goddess, even the phone in her hands slipped off, clattering to the floor with a loud shattering sound.