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“I will tell you later, D. I promise. Let me breathe now.” I yell, and the pounding on the door stops.
I sigh, dragging my exhausted legs to the bathroom. There is a lingering satisfaction between my legs that I have felt after a long time, but there is a continuous ache, too, to have his cock replace his fingers inside me. And it’s so stupid to even think about something like this.
I should be fantasizing about Theo. Yes! That’s the man for me.
My feet come to a halt in front of the mirror. Last time, when I stared at myself like this in this wall-sized mirror, I was covered in Josh’s blood, and Alpha Alexander’s touch tainted my whole body.
Now, I am standing in front of this mirror, and I am covered with angry bite marks all over my neck, my shoulders, my collarbone, and the sides of my boobs, like some animal had attacked me and tried to devour me alive. I hold my breath and touch the aching blue and red marks on my neck.
In some spots, I can even see his teeth marks. I shift my focus to my lips, finding my throat drying at the sight. My lips are all swollen and red. I lick the inside of my mouth and wince softly. At least he didn’t leave those marks outside.
I take my eyes off the mirror and stare down at my feet in embarrassment. I gave in to him last night, let him have his fingers inside me, and assaulted my neck as if I was his whore, like he thinks I am. I was lost in the bitter-sweet pleasure that coursed through my veins and left me with a strange satisfaction. But now, I feel like the worst idiot to ever walk on Earth.
People who get addicted feel like this. They can’t resist their drug, and when the phase of euphoria is over, they regret their actions.
No. That’s not right. I won’t let him become an addiction. I won’t give in to him again.
I let the shame settle deep into the pit of my stomach, so I never let his hands touch my body after this.
Theo is the man for me. I promise to remind myself every day if that’s what it takes for me to remember it.
And maybe, if I seal the deal with him by letting him touch me just the same way, maybe I will forget about Alpha Alexander after that.
Yes, that’s what I need. I need Theo to have me, make love to me, and make me forget about this man who is hellbent on stealing light from my life so he can replace it with his darkness.
ALEXANDER
The last time I woke up beside her, I thought I was too tired, and that’s why I had fallen asleep. I couldn’t really sleep after that night, which is normal for me. I don’t sleep. It’s more like I can’t because of my insomnia.
It’s not like I don’t sleep at all. I do. But only after swallowing lots of sleep potions that I buy from a witch because the human medicines don’t work on me. Even after that, the nightmares that plague my sleep make me want to never rest.
But when she is there, my mind just shuts off, and the exhaustion of days lulls me into a deep sleep where I see no nightmare and where I don’t wake up after a few hours. I feel refreshed without taking the witch’s potions. I feel alive and content without drowning myself in work to forget about the horrible headaches that sleep deprivation gives me.
This doesn’t make sense.
I am overthinking it. It can’t be because of her. This time, I must have been too tired to stay awake, and that’s why I fell asleep-not because I found her squashy boobs as a pillow too sweet or because her scent calms down my raging demons.
“Yes, Theo. She is fine now.” Layla’s voice grabs my attention.
I blink, staring out the window in the living area. The mug of black coffee has gone cold in my hands hinting that I have been lost in my thoughts for too long.
“That’s a relief.” I hear the fucker’s voice through the speaker and roll my eyes.
Last night, when she came home with his scent and marks all over her, something in me flipped. I forgot that I had decided to let her be, which means there is no more meddling in her business.
My wolf kept growling in my head, telling me to fuck her and stake my claim so she knew her body was mine to touch, her pussy was mine to fuck, and that pretty skin was mine to mark. Not anyone else’s, not that fucker’s. She is mine. When she gave in to me and let me finger that tight pussy, let me mark her skin and kiss those fuckable lips, the beast in me purred with delight.
That’s how it’s been. My rational side says I need to let her go. I don’t want to break her. But my primal side wants to taint her and break her if that’s what it takes to keep her on my side, on my terms. I will never mark her, but that doesn’t mean that I can’t have her.
My mind says if I have a taste of her once again and fuck her the way I want, I will be done with her. I won’t imagine her under me, above me, all over me after that. That will be a relief. I will be able to move on then, so from today onwards, it’s my goal to get her to willingly let me take her.
“Can I come to see her, Layla?” The fucker’s voice reaches my ears again. My blood boils in my veins.
“You know how Alpha Alexander is… Theo. I don’t want to create any problems.” She sighs sadly. At least she knows she needs to protect that weakling from me.
“Then can you at least bring her to meet me? I miss her, Layla. And I am worried.” He says on the phone.
“I will try asking Alpha Alexander. Or maybe if I tell Ayla you want to meet her, Alpha Alexander will let her go.” She replies.
Smarty pants. She knows my daughter can get anything done when it comes to me. I will never deny my Princess anything. “Okay. I will be waiting.” He sighs before they bid their sickly, sweet goodbyes and hang up.
I place the mug on the table and march towards the kitchen. Her back faces me when I enter. She is preparing the batter for pancakes because Princess wanted that for breakfast.
I stop in the doorway and rest my side against the doorframe. Her sexy butt wiggles as she mixes the ingredients quickly. My teeth sink into my lower lip as I stare at her body, clad in tight blue jeans and a yellow top. She looks beautiful in the simplest of clothes, yet when she comes, moaning my name, she looks the most pretty she can ever be.
My cock tightens in my pants as I stare too long, and my mind recalls how she called me ‘Alex’ last night. In her ruined state, she didn’t even know what she was saying, but I liked that. Alex sounds better than Alpha Alexander.
She turns around and gasps when she sees me standing there. Her eyes widen before the glass bowl slips from her hand.
My feet move before I can register it. In a moment, I am in front of her, and the bowl is in my hand. Her wide eyes go round as she glances towards the doorway and then at me.
Fuck.
She saw my speed.
“How do you?”
I straighten and step forward. She stumbles back instinctively. Her cheeks flush beet red, a beautiful color if someone asks me. She looks like a sweet apple, ready to be bitten and devoured.
I place the bowl on the counter behind her. Her back hits the edge as she yelps and looks into my eyes. I look down, meeting her gaze and admiring the hazel color of her eyes. It’s deep, like the golden rays of the sun. My sun.
“I need you,” I utter above her lips. We went through this before, too. I was so close to sliding my throbbing cock into her delicious pussy and satisfying my primal desire to have her, but she refused at the last moment. But now, I don’t think I want to give her the chance to refuse.
“What?” She licks those kissable lips that are still swollen from my kisses.
“Let me rephrase that.” I place my hands on the counter behind her, caging her in my arms and leaning in so she can feel my heat settling in her body. “I can’t get you out of my head. I need to fuck you, Layla.”
Her lips part as a breath whooshes out of her lungs. I am tempted to thrust my fingers into her mouth to see how deep she can take them, but I push that thought away and focus on her cute eyes.
“Alpha Alexander?” Her chin wobbles as her heartbeat quickens. I think she is getting the wrong idea.
“Just once. The deal is still the same. I want to fuck you just once. Spend one night with me. Just a single night. I will not interfere in your matters after that. You can do whatever you want. You can ask me anything in return, and I will get it done. Fuck, ask me for money or power or whatever you want. I will give it to you.” I suggest, tilting my head to the right.
If she says yes, I don’t think I will wait further. My hard cock is already hurting to be inside her. I will tear her panties right here and fuck her hard. I don’t care if the whole packhouse hears her screams or if someone sees me pounding her pussy. I will take her.
“I am not a prostitute, Alpha Alexander. “She yells as her eyes water up.
I sigh, fisting my hands on the counter. She is so stubborn. If another girl was in her place, she would be begging to get fucked.
“I am not saying you are a prostitute.” I exhale a breath.
“That’s exactly what you are saying! Spend a night with me and get money for it. Spend a night with me, and I will let you be. That’s what you do to a prostitute. But, you know what, Alpha Alexander, my body is not up for sale. I will not sleep with you or let you anywhere near me.” She hisses, placing her hands on my chest and attempting to push me away.
“But you did it before. You let me fuck you, Layla. I took you three times, fucked you good, and you begged for more even after I was done with you. You took my cum like a needy slut and let me fill you with my child.”
I see her hand move. I catch it before it can hit my face and squeeze it harshly. She sniffles as tears start sliding out of her eyes. I eye her fat tears before letting go of her hand.