The Alpha Train’s Fucktoy.

The train barreled through the inky blackness of the night, its rhythmic rumble vibrating deep into Jenna's bones. She shifted restlessly in her worn velvet seat, the dim overhead lights casting flickering shadows across the nearly empty car.

It was well past midnight, and exhaustion clawed at her eyelids after a grueling day of missed connections and endless delays. Her destination, a quiet visit to her sister in a sleepy coastal town, felt like a distant dream. All she craved was sleep, but the sway of the carriage kept jolting her awake, her body humming with unmet tension.

Jenna crossed her legs, smoothing her short black skirt over her thighs, aware of how it rode up just enough to tease. She'd chosen the outfit impulsively that morning: a fitted blouse hugging her full breasts and lace panties that whispered against her skin with every shift. Traveling alone always stirred something wild in her, a secret thrill she rarely indulged. Tonight, though, the isolation pressed heavier, her mind wandering to forbidden fantasies amid the solitude.

A subtle shift in the air made her snap her eyes open. A man loomed in the aisle beside her, his towering frame blocking the faint glow from the windows. He leaned down, close enough that she caught the intoxicating scent of aged leather and smoky whiskey rolling off him. His face was a masterpiece of rugged perfection: sharp jawline shadowed with stubble, high cheekbones, and piercing green eyes that locked onto hers like a predator sizing up prey.

"Excuse me, miss," he murmured, his voice a deep, husky growl that sent shivers racing down her spine. "Couldn't help but notice you're riding solo in this godforsaken rattletrap. Mind if I keep you company? Nights like this get awfully... lonely."

Jenna's heart slammed against her ribs, a rush of adrenaline flooding her veins. Up close, he was even more devastating, broad shoulders straining his crisp white shirt, sleeves rolled up to reveal corded forearms etched with faint scars.

"Sure, why not?" she heard herself say, her voice breathier than intended. The words surprised her; sensible Jenna would have demurred, burying her nose in a book. But tonight, something primal stirred, urging her to play with fire.

He slid into the seat beside her with predatory grace, his muscular thigh pressing firmly against hers. Heat seeped through the thin fabric of her skirt, igniting sparks along her skin.

"David," he introduced himself, extending a large, calloused hand that dwarfed hers. The moment their palms met, electricity jolted up her arm, straight to her core. His grip lingered a beat too long, thumb brushing her knuckles in a way that promised more.

"Jenna," she replied, biting her lower lip as her pulse thundered. "Nice to meet you."

David's lips curved into a smile that was all wolfish hunger, a predatory gleam flashing in those intense eyes. "The pleasure's all mine, darling." His gaze raked over her slowly, lingering on the swell of her breasts and the exposed curve