My Fated Alpha Had S*x With Me Everywhere

"I want to fuck you." The first time Simone Grove received this text message, she didn't pay much attention to it. She just deleted it as an irrelevant and annoying message and went to class.

　　But the next day, Simone received another message， "I want to lick your pink and tender little pussy, bite your sparse pubic hair, deflower you, and insert my penis into your virgin hole."

　　How could there be such a boring and perverted person?

　　Simone was a bit angry, but just blacklisted and deleted. At this point, she still thought the person on the other side was casting a wide net to harass people and didn't know that the person was targeting her specifically.

　　It wasn't until the third day, when she came out of the bathroom, that the text message sounded again. She saw a similar pornographic message, "Baby, your breasts are so big and soft, your nipples are pink, I want to lick them, I want to suck your breastmilk."

　　Simone was really angry.

　　But just as she was angry, the other side became even more aggressive and sent another sentence, "Simone, did you just take a shower? Does your pussy itch? Is it wet down there? Do you want my big stick to poke and scratch your itch?"

　　Simone shuddered.

　　What's going on? The pervert on the other side called her Simone, could it be that he knew who she was? Wasn't this just a wide net-style harassment, but targeted harassment?

　　No...

　　Simone's alertness was aroused by her roommates' laughter. She thought it might be her roommates' prank. So, she asked. But all three roommates were puzzled.

　　"You really didn't send me any harassment messages?" The roommates shook their heads together, and one of them even laughed and asked, "What's wrong Simone? Could it be that someone is confessing to you?"

　　Simone also shook her head. That was not a confession at all, but sexual harassment. But judging from the performance of her roommates, it should not be them, then who could it be?

　　Simone frowned and typed "who are you" in the input box, and sent it over.

　　The person on the other side sent her a photo. It was a photo of a pink and tender pussy that was almost perfect in shape and color, but Simone felt like she was falling into an ice cellar. It was her own pussy photo.

　　Another pornographic message was sent, "Honey, your pussy is so beautiful, I want to lick it, I want to fuck it."

　　Simone's pretty face turned pale, and her body was trembling.

　　What's going on? For nineteen years, she had been pure and had never had a boyfriend. She had never sent this kind of photo to anyone, so how could the person have her pussy photo?

　　When her roommates saw Simone wasn't feeling well, they came over to ask if she had hypoglycemia again. Simone shook her head, thanked her roommates, and then sat back in her seat.

　　Wait a minute... hypoglycemia?

　　As she thought about hypoglycemia, she remembered that she fainted on her way to class a month ago due to hypoglycemia. At that time, Austin Guzman had rescued her and brought her to the school hospital.

　　Could it have been him?

　　But as soon as Simone thought of Austin's handsome face and gentle demeanor, she shook her head and immediately dismissed the idea.

　　It couldn't have been Austin. He was a prominent figure at Harvard, the future Alpha of the Guzman Wolfpack. He wouldn't do something like that.

　　After she found out that it was Austin who had saved her, she had gone to thank him, but he had treated her with the same gentle but distant manner as he did everyone else.

　　She couldn't see any interest in her from him. And that day, Austin had politely declined her invitation to go out for a meal.

　　It wasn't until later that she found out he had a girlfriend, and even though they were in a long-distance relationship, they were stable and he was faithful. He maintained a distance from other female werewolves for the sake of his girlfriend.

　　No wonder he had turned down her invitation.

　　It was impossible not to feel disappointed. Austin's looks were too captivating, not to mention the fact that they had had this heroic rescue story together. But Simone was only disappointed. Since she found out about Austin's girlfriend, she had adjusted her mindset and given up on this short-lived, unrequited love.

　　In any case, it couldn't have been Austin.

　　Then who could it have been? According to Austin, he had urgent business that day, so after carrying Simone to the school hospital, he had left.

　　That meant anyone who went to the school hospital that day or any medical staff there could have taken such a photo. Who could it be?

　　There were no more pornographic messages after that, and Simone, after tossing and turning for a while, fell asleep.

　　But soon after she fell into a deep sleep, she suddenly felt something was wrong. It was her lower body.

　　Why did her lower body feel wet and soft?

　　"Um..."

　　"Awake?"

　　A low voice came through, sounding a bit like Austin but completely different from his gentle tone.

　　It was rough and domineering.

　　So, who was this? And what was happening now? Why were her eyes covered with a black cloth and her hands and feet tied up? What had happened?

　　Wasn't she sleeping in her dormitory?

　　"Baby, your pussy is so soft and sweet."

　　As he spoke, his thick tongue scraped against Simone's flower lips.

　　"Mmm~" Simone couldn't help but groan and began to struggle.

　　"Who are you?"