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“Say it again.” I breathe over her trembling lips.
I grab her tiny wrists in my left hand and pin her arms above her head. I have no desire to leave her in peace today.
“Yes, I like Theo, and I want to be with him. So what can you-“
My lips seal hers, cutting off those stupid words. She can’t like anyone. She has no right. Her lips press together to show defiance. I pull her lower lip between my mouth, earning a sharp, muffled cry from her.
She bites into my upper lip rebelliously. The coppery taste of blood invades my mouth, but it doesn’t faze me one bit. The hunger beast is gnawing at my insides. The need to possess her is too strong.
Her body twists under mine as she tries to break free. But I can’t let go.
She is a nobody.
She has no fucking right to occupy my thoughts, my nightmares, my life. She can’t plague my fantasies and my actions.
She has to be a nobody to me.
I press my lips harder into her soft mouth. She tastes like fucking heaven when she shouldn’t. My hand moves to the blanket between us. I rip it away, exposing her body to my exploring hand. I find her firm breast and squeeze hard.
Layla stills under me. I take this chance to lick her bottom lip. Her resistance dies as she gives in to me.
My hand releases her boob and travels to her stomach roughly. Her skin is soft as a feather. It’s a strange contrast to my calloused hands, but I can’t stop.
All of a sudden, I feel warm liquid between my lips. It tastes salty. I break out of the hateful trance and pull away abruptly. Tears are rolling down her closed eyes uncontrollably. Now that’s more like it. She should cry ugly.
I trace her wet cheeks, swollen lips, and her heaving chest. A hideous feeling settles in my chest. I swallow her taste and inhale her flowery scent. My lungs burn.
This is not right.
She always fights me.
“Layla. “I whisper. My hand reaches out to her wet cheek on its own.
Her fiery eyes snap open. My hand pauses in the air. The fire in her eyes has dimmed, leaving a trail of moist tears behind.
“You- – -You are no better than Josh.” She sobs.
I raise myself to my knees and let her go. The burn returns in my chest. It’s definitely not because of that bond she tried to break. It’s something else, and it’s persistent.
“I hate you.” She cries out, tugging her blanket back to her chest.
I watch as she tries to suppress her sobs but fails every time. The burn keeps intensifying inside my chest. I find those tears so fucking annoying that I want to kiss them away and tell her to never fucking shed them again. For some reason, I don’t want to see them.
“Please, Alpha Alexander. I-I am so sorry, Alpha Alexander. Please. I can’t take it anymore. Please, stop it now. I am sorry. I am sorry for everything.” Her cries get louder in volume. It feels like she has broken the statue of her attitude, and she is now begging me.
I don’t fucking like it.
She should fight me, not cry like a crybaby.
I get off the bed and find my way to the door. I shut it closed loudly before storming to my office.
I enter my private space and close the door behind me. I shouldn’t feel so fucking weird. It’s like I want to hit my head against the wall.
What the fuck was I doing forcing myself on her? She has never resisted me so hard before. So, I thought her resistance was temporary.
But she wanted me to stop. She wanted me to genuinely leave her.
I grab the vase placed on the table beside the door and smash it on the floor. I shouldn’t even be thinking so much about her. She is a nobody. She has no place in my perfectly planned life.
Many fragile things follow suit and end up broken on the floor, but the burn in my chest refuses to go away.
What is it?
Why can’t I stop thinking about her pleas?
I don’t care.
Caring has never helped me before.
It has always brought pain.
When I am done thrashing the whole office, I slam my palms over my desk and hang my head low. My breaths come out sharp and loud as I try to regain my temper.
But, nothing helps like her lips did, like touching her, like seeing her do.
Layla Jones is not a nobody.
She is a thorn in my side. And she refuses to stop being one.
Now, the only way to pluck her out of my side is to pretend she is not there. She wants me gone. Okay! She will get just that. From today onwards, she doesn’t exist for me.
LAYLA
A week passes by in peace. I don’t see Alpha Alexander again. It’s like he is not even around. I haven’t bothered asking about him, either.
He is an a-hole, and I have no desire to see him or think about him after what happened between us.
It’s good for me, though. I rejected him, but now I am free to do whatever I want.
But did Alpha Alexander back off so easily? Why is he not pestering me and getting on my last nerves like he did every chance he got before?
Unconsciously, my eyes search every corner of the house to see if he is around. It’s not like I want to come across him. I am just making sure he is not planning something horrendous against me.
But, that explanation is not enough to tell me just why I can’t fall asleep most nights. It’s like I will find absolute relief if I see him and make sure everything is fine.
“What are you thinking about?” Daphne asks.
Surprisingly, after that night, she came to me and told me she could send this pack to hell for me. If I need her, I will always find her by my side, and she will never give me the impression that she is not my best friend again. For her, I am the most important person.
I believed her, so I shrugged all bitterness off my mind.
“I am just bored and worried. I don’t even know what I am supposed to do in this pack. I don’t go out of the packhouse and remain locked up inside. I feel like a freeloader here because Alpha Alexander is taking care of my meals and everything else. That’s not right. I should pay him rent and money for all the facilities if I am staying here, but how am I supposed to get a job here?” I sigh.
“That man has a tons shit of money. He can burn half of it, and he will still have enough left to pass down to his seven generations.” She scoffs playfully.
I shake my head and focus on Ayla, my baby, who is playing with Serafina’s blonde son. They are the same age, so they get along pretty well. A smile adorns my lips.