Filed To Story: Destined Bond with My Forbidden Alpha Novel (Alpha Alexander & Selene)
“And then?” the second man asked.
Roman looked back over his shoulder.
“Then, give him a lighter, and tell him to count to thirty before he lights it. When it’s done, return home.”
The first man’s eyes widened, and then he nodded. “Yes, sir,”
Roman left the lab.
The two men returned to the door.
“I don’t get it,” the second man said. “I thought he wanted him dead?”
“He does,” the first man replied.
“Then why have him play with a lighter?” the second asked.
The first took a deep breath, pushing it out slowly.
“Because,” he said. “That room is sealed off. So it has its own pure oxygen being pumped in all the time. Even more, after the lab was compromised.”
“Meaning when he flicks the lighter on….”
“Boom.”
***
The fiery liquid spread from his throat to the back of his skull until his entire head felt as though it were melting. He cried out as his individual memories were burned away.
He saw the things he had done, the schemes he had cooked up.
People he hardly remembered; some he couldn’t forget. All being consumed up by the firestorm that was spreading over his body.
He heard her laugh, the small gentle laugh of a child playing in the garden of a small home. Then, he saw the picture in his hand, her twin braids taming the naturally wild curls, the only part of her that was an inheritance from both of them.
He felt the smile on his lips just as the edges of the memory began to burn away.
Holden screamed until he didn’t understand the reason for it anymore.
He clung to something. At first, he could only feel it. But as the memories around him began to disappear, it became more apparent. It was the handle of a door.
He stared down at the knob and swallowed, knowing where this would lead. Finally, he turned the knob and opened the door.
On the other side was a bedroom. Sunlight streamed in from the early morning light.
Laying on the bed was a caramel-skinned goddess, her tight curls stretched down to cover her naked breasts as the gentle tilt of her lips and her soft exhale whispered of a peaceful dream.
He stepped into the room; a tear rolled down his cheek.
Though he wanted to keep his eyes on her, to cherish every tiny moment left, he couldn’t help a glance at the nightstand, there sat the same book she always read from. Every night before falling into each other’s arms, she insisted on reading a few nonsensical paragraphs from her favorite book.
Alice in Wonderland.
Before his eyes, the book and the nightstand burned away into the nothingness. He turned as fast as he could to look at her once more before it all faded away.
But he wasn’t fast enough. His eyes fell on the sheets, only catching a few of those long curls before it was all gone.
He was left with a feeling of loss, of emptiness.
He didn’t even know his name.
All he had was a longing in his heart for what seemed an eternity. Until the man handed him a lighter and gave him a task.
“Twenty-two, twenty-three…”
As he neared the end of his task, he wondered if he would ever recover what he lost, if he would ever feel whole again.
And then he flicked the lighter.
Because of her recent and traumatic labor and her past experiences with blood transfusions, Alexander insisted that Bell undergo all sorts of testing before they could actually perform the procedure.
Bell reassured Axel that Alice was perfectly safe waiting another night while they got the testing out of the way.
And as much as he wanted Alice to wake sooner than later, Axel wasn’t willing to put Bell at risk by rushing the process.
So, as they awaited the results, Bell joined Galen in introducing Ren to seemingly every single member of Summer. While Axel stayed beside Alice, holding her hand and talking to her about anything that came to mind.
Selene had peeked in on him a few times but had not been able to bring herself past the door. She didn’t feel uncomfortable with Alice anymore. She just didn’t want to intrude on Axel’s personal devotion to his mate.
It reminded her of hearing Alexander’s voice in those moments when it felt like the world was falling apart around her.
She pulled away from the door quietly and walked down the hall. Wondering exactly where Alexander was. The events at the lab had been almost four days ago, but she had hardly seen him in that time.
He was busy, of course. There had been so many new reports of small-scale attacks throughout the werewolf territories. Summer had sent troops to almost every pack at this point. Even Winter had resumed sending out scouts and reinforcements to their allies.
Selene had not been called on yet for much in Summer, Fiona and Alexander had a system in place, and while some thought she should push her way in and demand a role in those meetings, she disagreed.
She wasn’t afraid of leading or of taking more responsibility. But a transfer of leadership was a delicate process. The reality was that a war had begun, and right now was not the time to change who was in charge.
In time she would learn the ins and outs of overall governance. But now, she knew, more than ever, where she could serve her people best. Selene’s strength was leading soldiers, fighting, and being on the ground.
But she missed her husband.
Even through their shared connection, she struggled to reach him as though he had created a barrier between them. She knew he was upset about her choice to run off to a Spring lab with Alice without a word to him, but it felt like there was something more going on.
But it was difficult to fix a problem between them when he seemed to be avoiding her, and she still needed to talk to him about the things she had learned from his father’s journal.
She sighed.
As she rounded the corner, intent on heading back to their room, hoping to find him, she was surprised to see the very man on her mind.
“Alexander!” she called out immediately.
He looked up, and she was relieved to see the warmth in his eyes when he saw her, though there was a sharp intake of breath and a quick turn that stole away that relief.
She hurried over to him.
“Hey,” she smiled.
“Hey,” he smiled back.
“I haven’t really seen you for a few days,” she said softly. “Have you been sleeping in your office or something?”
Alexander took a deep breath and nodded.
“I have,” he confirmed. “Meetings have gone into the night and resumed early in the morning. I have always had a cot in my office; staying there is more convenient. It also keeps me from disturbing your rest.”
He smiled.
“It disturbs my rest more to be without you,” Selene replied, taking a step toward him.
Alexander took a step back, licking his lips and swallowing as he did so.
She looked at him carefully and listened to his heart beating faster than usual.
“I need to speak with Axel,” he said, moving to walk past her.
Selene reached out and grabbed his arm.
“Alexander, what is going on between us?” she asked.
“Selene, please let go…” he whispered.
“No, not until you tell me what I did wrong,” she insisted.
“Please… Selene… not right now…” he pleaded quietly. His voice was heavy, and he let out soft breaths between his words.
Alexander dropped his head and let out a shuddering breath. Selene tilted her head, trying to see his face, leaning closer to him. She could catch the heavy breaths he was taking. She let go of his arm but moved in front of him to try and see him.
“Alexander…?” she called gently.
Alexander let out a low growl and lifted his gaze to her.
Selene gasped when she saw the bright glow of his grey eyes staring at her like a starved beast.
Before she could stop him or even step out of the way, Alexander grabbed her shoulders and turned her sharply against the wall.
He squeezed her shoulders and pressed his nose into the crook of her neck. Taking a deep breath and letting out soft, hot pants against her throat.
Selene felt parched suddenly, and her heart raced as the warmth that spread over her reached her stomach and continued lower.
She felt a growl from her throat and heard a howl in her mind. A hunger grew in her, and she slid her fingers over his chest and up to his shoulders.
A soft moan escaped her lips as his tongue traced down along her throat and ended with him grazing his teeth against her skin.
While she always reacted to his touch, proximity, and his everything… This was different. It was more.
Her heart raced, her breathing became erratic, and the heat inside of her suddenly felt scorching. She needed him, needed to touch him, to bite him, to claim him.
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