God, who knew sex could be so exhausting.

I was in bed, head slumped on the soft hardness of Damon's chest, resting tiredly with his arms spun around me just taunt enough to prevent me from shifting away.

The room was large, similar to the one back at Damon's capital except here it felt more warmer and welcoming. Even the dark depressing paint, with the freakish neatness of the room, was comforting.

The dimmed lights adorning the room were still burning, the sun still to early to be in the sky and a cold January breeze drifting in from the crept of the creaked window.

"How are you feeling?" It was a first time I heard him be concern, and since it was a gesture I yearned at one time ago, I couldn't resist but smile.

"Tired," I sigh, loving how Damon was twirling with the ends of my hair. Spotting his three burning ring tattoo on his inner forearm, my heart fluttered from the memory of his body heating against mine. I stroke it with the back of my finger.

If he is the big bad wolf, then I am the Moon he sings too. I smirk from the memory of last night. The night was a hot mess, repeating of the same old and achieving of many other complicated positions. He was certainly singing alright.

I was aching everywhere, with a desperate urge for a hot bath. The muscles in my stomach contracted for a bit, making me feel uneasy like I was about to retch. Rolling back a bit within his loosened arms still, I prop myself on my elbows to help catch my breath.

"Nora?" He asked, his brows furrowed in concern. I regret turning back to see his face; his hair a darkly beautiful chaos going in every which direction, those darkened eyes from last night brightened with a divine spark, cheekbones of gold and mellow lips drawn in a tight frown.

Falling back down into his arms, I adjust the cloth around my chest breathing lighter than before. "Just a bit sore, nothing I can't handle really."

He sat up, resting my head down and comes in for the kiss apologizing. "Im sorry. Its my fault. I shouldve gone easier on you."

"Then I wouldn't have been in bed with you still if you were too be." I say with a delightful smirk.

Smacking our heads together playfully til our noses touch, he bent again for another peck. "Roll over."

"Oh so Im your pup now? Should I call you Alpha daddy now?" His eyes have a mischievous glint at the thought.

"Youre always free too but now that youve mentioned it, Id prefer it mio amore." I couldn't resist the urge to roll my eyes. He nibbles my lip, giving them a delicious knick. "Trust me you'd want to roll over."

"Fine," I rumble, slowly flipping around with the sheets twisted around my bodice. Damon rested himself on his elbow, awaiting patiently for me finish laying on my belly.

He went atop, sliding his fingers down to my hands where he twisted them upwards and overhead, when I heard the light sound of metal clink. My eyes spotted the vibrant rose fur before feeling the softness brush my wrist and linked to a rod under the headboard.

"Damon?" I asked, trying to keep the alarm in my voice subsided.

"You'd want to bend your knees love," he whispers by my ear before pulling the sheets away, and basking at my skin. I blush, my cheeks stained as the colour of tomato juice. There were blemishes of old acne scars adorning the nape and shoulder area of my back. They were only one of my many insecurities.

Hardly even glancing at them, he positioned me knees a good distance before disappearing under. "Damon?"

I wanted to shrivel and hide at whatever thought was forming in his blasted head. "You might want to suck your breathe in."

Feeling his finger swirl the area, softening it to his touch, my mouth betrays by gives a moan soon after feeling the hole pried wide. There was an alarming push inwards, and the pressure along with my already battered body triggered pain to rupture my lower pelvic.

"Damon!" I gasp, trying to suck the pressure of whatever he was doing.

Falling from weakened knees, the chains tugged on my wrists as I slouched. Pain was still bubbling and as Damon held my waist undoing the cuffs, my face scrunched. "Nora, speak to me."

"I dont know whether last night was too much for you to handle and youve lost it, or if our one night has heightened your sex fantasy making them demanding but either way that doesn't mean you'll...!" I was cut short by the flush of pleasure of something pulsing deep inside. I roll over to my stomach again, feeling the humming take over my lower half, jolting every muscle to throb.

"Told you'd want to roll over." Was all I heard through clenched eyes, the vibrating dying down to nothing just as I had glazed my climax.

"W-what-in-blazing-hell..." I catch him observing a miniature, slim rounded tube sort of thing dangling around his neck from a chain with that amused dirty smirk. Damon looked at ease, but I saw the shiver he got from spotting me groan.

He lets it fall, reaching out to grab my hair playfully up. "It's something special for you only mio amore. I cant promise to behave with it but if youre naughty then I can definitely promise it wont go well for you"

He goes to squeeze the sides of this pendant. Again was I gifted with another rush of adrenaline but it was quick to vanish as it left my body moaning from withdrawal in bed. "Im sorry though. I know I should've asked but what's the fun?"

"Yes." I reply rather breathlessly, my mind giddy with the daydream of my own fantasy.

"Hmm what?"

"Yes you are."

"Are what?" He straddles my behind with his hardened front side smacking my behind.

"My daddy." I roll the words off my tongue.

"Just daddy?" He slips himself in, filling the emptiness and giving that sense of fullness I couldn't resist. I give another exaggeratedly loud sigh before plummeting into the bed with a smack.

"Alpha daddy." He switched the device to hum again. It was better than just the feeling of being filled alone. My insides pulsed with life. He grabbed my hair again from behind much more tightly than before, tilting my head back and allowing his tongue to explore the neck region down. By the end when we were done, I wasnt just sore. I was soaring. ...

"Hey."

"H-hey," I croak groggily, my throat rasping for breathe. After yet another successful round of battering my body, I finally gave up and decided to call it nap time.

Damon had quite some stamina to go hard for more than 14 hours nonstop. He hadn't let me sleep a wink, always coming up with ways to get me to give even the faintest of signs of sexual arousal before getting back to work it. The nap was the only sleep I managed to get, which consisted of less than 4 hours.

"I see you enjoy the new toy," Damon wiggles his brows, giving the chain around his neck a tug to alert its presence.

"Trust me, cause I know I am," He confessed, biting his lip. Fuck, his lips. "We can give it a test run for today to see how well it can go, and if you still don't admire it, I can always take it back."

He tilted my neck back to give a deepened kiss. "Hmm Damon stop it. We've been having sex since last evening, it's 12 in the afternoon now and since I haven't eaten in over the past 20 plus hours I deserve something before I fall faint!"

"Awe my baby girl. You can always try my...," he left the sentence hanging, his eyes gesturing down under the sheets.

I yank the pillow from beneath me, violently smacking it into his face. "I meant actual food you ass head, not your stinky 20 year old roaster."

He gave a glorious sexy laugh that could've resembled the sound of angels singing. "Get ready then because we're having brunch at your brother's Pack."

"What why?" I inquired gravely, mentally face palming myself. In-between all the mushy romance and roughening intercourses, I forgotten it wasn't only my Mate I ran from. Shake my head, even June was tapping her foot disappointingly at my bad prioritizing skills.

"They wish to discuss the plans for the baby's showers and since you're the sister, all three of them want you here to help out," He gave an exhausting sigh through his nose, "With what they require your help, I don't know; picking table clothes, designer diaper napkins, or a fountain of piss lemonade. No clue. Hey, what if you and me call in for a rain check?"

"What if I happened to shove you off this bed so hard, you get a concussion and die," I reply with a deadpan look.

"I won't be leaving you anything soon mio amore, Id fight anyone to get to you. Even death," he planted his mouth to my forehead for a long kiss that seemed to have render me more breathless than any of his other gestures of love.

"Dibs on the getting the shower first," I announce when Damon finally mustered the will to bring himself away from my face.

Swatting his attempt to drop the sheets, I crawl to the far side -sheet still sprung around- and readied myself to walk. As similarly to the night of heat, I couldn't stand on my two feet without crippling to the ground but unlike then, here Damon had gotten me scooped in his arms, the long ends of the sheet draping the ground in a pool. "Do you ever fail to miss the opportunity to hold me?"

"Nora, I can't afford too since I've wasted so much time detached. Why would I need to miss more when I really should be making up for those time I should've been here to hold you."

How he had changed overnight, or this past week trailing after me. It brought tears of joy, which after having me seated in the toilet he took the time to brush dry.

I wanted to believe he had for the better changed but I couldn't trust his word alone, I needed actions. He was the cold Alpha, the dangerous of them all. Last night was the result of him opening up, I couldn't begin to imagine what the future could hold once everything in the past is finally put to rest.

He ran the shower while I sat blushing and averting my eyes from the sight of his naked ass. He had a good butt, I wont deny that. Wonder how many squats he had done to achieve an ass as circular as our bed. The thought rose blush to my cheeks.

"Will you do me the honors?"

Turning to meet his eyes I found excitement and mischief, something I never thought I'd find in the cold orbs of my heartless Mate. As much as I loved it all, I couldn't help but feel as if it may be too good to be true. Something in gut said so.

Lacing his outstretched hand with mine, I drop the handle to the spun sheets watching Damon's eye flicker with lust at the sight of my bare flesh again. He looked at my body as if it something he'd never seen before, an artwork he was to afraid to stain or precious fragrance he didn't want to waste.

We got under the shower and somehow ended up cleaning one another without as much of teases anticipated.

I was first to leave because I was in serious need to blow dry my hair before stepping out in the cold of January and also cause I knew if I weren't to leave, Damon wouldn't have been able to keep the white semen of his from running down his legs.

Dressed in a soft red blouse tucked into the band of my black velvet skirt that went to my mid right with spandex's and a fuzzy fawn brown cardigan, I wore my high top converses and was reapplying my lip gloss when Damon entered the room dressed only in grey sweats.

He hugged my waist, snuggling his nose under my hair by his mark longingly. "Shouldnt you be dressed, I'm hungry and oh my lord, it's almost one!"

"Shouldn't have you been on bed for me to eat?" He bit my ear. I open my mouth in an astonish gasp, slapping his cheek playfully.

"Ima count to 10 and if you aren't ready, forget the daddy kink. 10, 9,-" It was the cutest sight. Seeing him race into his closet and come out, stumbling with a half worn shirt covering his face, and running face first into the sliding door of the closet itself.

I smother a laugh, helping an enraged Italian cursing Damon out the room and into the hall. "8, 7, 6."

"Geez I'm walking women!" He popped his head through the hole.

"3." Jesus Christ, my mind erupted with disturbing images of Damon and his head popping out of certain places.

"You can't be fucking-"

"2." I glare, reminding him of my word.

Damon knew by my look I wasnt playing, his frightful eyes as wide as saucers. He scooped me back into this arm, running down the hall and down the stairs as a galloping horse. "DAMON!"

It didnt affect him the slightest. I held as hard as I could, and all that did was encourage him to sprint. We were downstairs, passing the glorious kitchen -which looked heavenly massive compared to the one back the capital- and on the route to which first looked as a dark empty room until he took the first step down and the lights one-by-one lit up.

What appeared as an hollow space actually turned out to look as if it car dealership of some mafia, for it held every high end car you could possibly think, all basking in their own arched dome of fluorescent white lights.

With my mouth busy gaping at every car and motorcycle we passed, he carried me to the end to where was a spotless matte black Ferrari with gold tires awaiting and basking in the display lights.

"Someone's a sugar daddy." I say more to myself than anyone, chewing my lower lip from the sight of Damon and his growing stubble.

"Do you really think all I do at work is torture souls and win wars?" He quirked an eyebrow, stepping up atop the platform.

The doors sprung automatically, folding upright like something out of a transformer movie. "You are one crazy rich Alpha."

He sat me in and came around to take the driver's seat. "And you, a gold digger."

"Excuse me!" The doors had swung shut and the controls all lit up.

"Technically since you are my Mate, you are but its nothing to be ashamed of. I treat everything I love with pride." Damon winked, starting the ignition with the golden key bunch from his pocket and revving the engine about twice. "Hope you enjoy speed."

With that, my heart lurched as the car gained momentum and raced down and out the garage doorway before it could even open fully. He was lying about the speed, we were zipping by so fast it was impossible to watch anything out the window without wanting to retch.

Luckily with Damon's gracefully quick driving, we entered the SilverRose Pack in under 10 minutes and were advised to lessen the speed by the stern looking patrol guards as we approached the Alpha's manor.

They even had the audacity to ask for documents or anything stating we could enter, despite knowing very well who I was. It took some time explaining that those Alphas were my brother's and I, also rightfully part of the Moreau legacy was another rightful Alpha by law despite my association as being Luna of another Alpha. By the end, an emitted growl rested their case.

"You need to tell your brothers," Damon spoke after awhile of passing Pack customs. "Your eyes are sparking golden again."

I saw the golden remnants from the side mirrors, inhaling and resting them for about a minute before opening back to my mundane brown. "No. I can handle it myself."

"Nora, this envy isnt something you want. You saw how they looked at you," He said, driving with a single hand to look at me.

I scowl. "Have you seen how your Pack looks at me lately? Its like Im this crowned pauper everyone wants to kills."

Damon growled. "Its true and you cant deny it either. Every fucking one envys me for something or another. Sometimes its because Im a daughter of the enemy, or female Alpha, or the mighty Luna of the RedBlood Pack or because Im simply your Mate. I've grown to ignore it."

'Power is essential here, and you must have a desire for more if you wish to stay on the top.'

'I want people to know Im the Luna, not ask.'

"I never meant to complicate things for you, Nora," He said softly, watching the road distantly. "I never meant to uproot you of your perfect life or deprive you of your family. Yes, maybe I was selfish to think I could do all that and start my own family with you even if you didn't but that would mean to live in misery. I would never want to clip you of your wings and I swear you to Nora, if you were willing to consider starting that family with me, Id do anything for our child."

I sniffle, wiping under my eyes with the sleeve of my cardigan.

"You sure do now to make a girl cry." I laugh weakly.

He gave a timid smile in return. "Ive been wanting to ask for some time but I kept forgetting until you mentioned it back their to that guard."

"Yes?"

"Why is your last name Faith and your brother's Moreau? You are all one family, if Im not mistaken."

I give a weak smile, tugging my sleeve back to sneak a peek at the rose bulb tattoo inked on wrist. "We are, no need to draw up a DNA or blood test to prove it. Ive had enough needles for a lifetime. My father's last name was Moreau, and mom's Faith. Legally mine should also be Moreau as my brothers but at birth my father requested that I grow up with Faith instead, for he believed Id was someone's life changing faith as much as my mom was his."

"He wasn't lying," His pupils brightened delightfully, "You are forever my faith."

"Its also cause I wanted to pay my respects to their love for one another, by living my life as they intended for me so I never even thought about changing. Even now, I'd want to known as Nora Faith Romano. This tattoo," gesturing to it, " is just a commencement to that legacy and a tribute to my roots," I say, rubbing my arm lovingly. A hand came down atop mine, squeezing mine with an encouraging smile.

"Your dedication is truly praise worthy Nora. Youre so much stronger than I took you granted for and Im glad you that proved that wrong. You aren't suppose to be living behind my shoulder or only be known associated with me. Once we get back home, laws are definitely being bent."

We came to the silver arched gates, Damon gradually lessening the speed as we got closer to the front porch where they all stood. Even Xavier cracked a grin at the sight of me running out of a car, up the stairs and leaping into his arms.

"God Nora, you gave such a fright! Dont ever think of running without sending a text." Christina scolded from behind, holding her lower back and rubbing her belly at the same time. By the end of our embrace, Xavier had again looped his arms around hers pulling her close. I couldnt have blamed him or any of my brothers for their new found defensiveness because I knew a Mate's pregnancy was the ultimate reason to why a male's protectiveness would heighten to the next planet.

"Damon," Zayn regarded as Damon came up the stairs, wrapping a hand to my waist to which I stumbled into his arms

"Zayn, Xavier, Ryan, ladies," He nodded in acknowledgement. "I believe I owe you all an apology for my past behavior.It was very rude and unethical of me. I truly am sorry for every threat directed or intended to any of you, I never wanted to harm anyone. I only needed my Mate and I hope you all could understood."

There was a wave of sour frowns turned warm.

"It's alright."

"You're forgiven."

"Harm Nora and I'll cut you." Xavier pecked Christina's cheek affectionately.

"Alright then! If we're done with the apologizes and threats exchange, may we go in and start our lunch?" Mia asked, earning a kiss to her neck by Zayn.

We hurried in, me and the girls scurrying in faster than mice after cheese with the boys left behind to pick our trail. The table was already set, plates with fried bacon, layers of pancakes drizzled with syrups, scrambled eggs and a fruit basket with an assortment of berries and chopped pineapples. The aroma of food churned my stomach's dry content.

Everyone had settled into their chairs when Damon came around to hold my waist, mouthing the words you okay?

I gave a weak nod, dismissing the thought of telling him how bad I wanted to get away from the food before I could vomit.

"Shoot, Xavier! You forgot the nutella!"Christina pouted, holding her dry toast in one hand and a serrated knife in another.

"Christina, the doctors have recommended you stay away from sugar before you end up getting our unborn child diabetic," Xavier said, pouring his mug of freshly brewed coffee before noticing the challenging glare from the set of narrowed eyes in the seat adjacent.

"I-Ill get it," I stammer, everyone's eyes suddenly turned to me and Damon who was still standing. I give an encouraging smile to Damon while holding his arm, whose concern by the look of his eyes wasnt so satisfied. "You start, Ill be back in a second."

Not waiting for a response, with averted eyes I walk the curve behind Xavier who always sat at the head of the table and had entered the kitchen when the spins began. I drew in slower breathes. Objects became distorted, my eyes grew heavy as if I was exhausted, my lower limps trembling on the unsteady ground as I reached to catch a hold of the glossy counter top.

My mouth was open and even called to Damon as a raspy whisper, but it wasnt soon before I felt something slice my skin and I fell into a cold slumber on the hardened ground. It hurt.

...

Heyyyy,

As well as writing the outline to yet another story, Ive thought and created the ending to Pleasing the Heartless Alpha. All I can say, its something that came from the top of my head. No SPOILERS WILL BE REVEALED.

For those who read so far and are like Nora shouldnt have forgiven Damon for his past, he's a rapist, negative male lead, womanizer, all I can request you finish the book and learn how the books ends at least.

I can estimate about another 20-25 or less chapters before an ending, so it shouldn't be much.

Thank you all those who still are reading and I will forever be motivated to keep writing!