A KISS WITH THE ALPHA

                        Kayla 

The kiss was nothing I had ever tasted, his lips was so soft, the way his tongue danced in perfect rhythm with mine…

Kayla. Get a rein on your thoughts.

Pushing him off my body with the last bit of strength in me, I flashed him what could pass for a murderous look. That was if he could see me.

“What the hell do you think you are doing?”

The room lit up the same moment he smacked his lips, and leaned in closer. I looked at him closely.

His blue soft eyes stared at me, his lips curved up with pure mischief. “Kissing my bride, of course.”

“You wish.” 

This was the man everyone–including myself–said was very dangerous, the man who killed and destroyed people however he wanted, it was funny that now that I was in such close proximity with him, I wasn't in anyway scared at all.

And I don't think I would ever be.

His eyes stared briefly at mine, then he moved away. “Is it still hard for you to see your ex boyfriend with another woman, your half sister to be precise?”

“Mind your fucking business.” I hissed. I didn't want to think about how I saw Raven going down on a knee for Vesper. I hated how she smiled at him, I hated that he slipped a ring on her finger–a ring that should have been mine.

It should have been mine… Raven belonged to me, he was mine all along.

Axton's sudden laughter made me look at him. His voice was a melody to my ears. No, not mine, but you know, anyone who hears him laugh would agree it is a sweet voice.

“I will so much enjoy making you fall for me, darling.”

“Don’t call me that,” I snapped. “And I will rather grovel than fall in love with you.”

“Really?” He chuckled then moved away from me. “Then let's see how far you can last my seduction.”

I watched him climb off the bed, my eyes followed his rather large frame as he moved over to the window just close to the bed. He stood there for more than thirty minutes.

I was beginning to think he wouldn't say anything again, but he opened his mouth, and I wished he hadn't.

“By law Kayla,” He turned his head a little to face me, you are already my wife–”

He was still talking when I cut him off. “I don't remember saying ‘I do’, neither do I remember my father walking me down the aisle.”

“Don’t tell me–” My hand flew to my mouth as realization started to slowly dawn on me.

He nodded. His face shone with–was it mockery, or was it… did he just fucking smirk?

“You annoying asshole, how dare you do that to me?”

He simply shrugged. The hell, he just shrugged after getting married to a living but unconscious woman, a woman who didn't want to marry him, who wanted absolutely nothing to do with him.

“You are insane, totally insane.” I hissed and angrily climbed off the bed. Turning to my right, I headed for the exit. But he blocked me before I had the chance to take a step.

“You are in such a hurry.” He murmured, his eyes never left mine. “Do you even have a place to stay?”

I blinked and relaxed a little. He was right. My father wouldn't accept me back again, to him, I already married Alpha Axton, thus, I was no longer his responsibility.

I snorted silently.

He never treated me like I was his responsibility anyway.

“And even if your father would accept you back, you don't think I would let you go, do you?” He took one step closer to me. I didn't move back, instead, I stood looking straight into his eyes.”

“I fucking hate you.”

He chuckled. “Really? Well, that doesn't change the fact that we are married.”

“You keep going on and on about how by law we are married, I say, you should show me proof, I should at least see something that says we are truly binded by marriage.”

His eyes twinkled a little. “Are you saying you would accept me as your husband once I provide you with evidence?”

I hissed. “That’s if you don't tamper with it.”

“I have other important things to do rather than do that.” He made sure to flash me a smile–which I found much to my irritation–sexy.

“Are you going to stand smiling at me all day long, or are you going to bring me proof of our wedding together?” I asked.

Still maintaining his closeness, and without looking away from me, he dipped his hand into his pocket.

“Here is the proof you badly want, dear wife.” He grabbed my wrist, and dumped a white, neat looking folded paper on my palm.

“I hope you will start being my wife after going through its contents.” He muttered, gesturing to the paper in my hand.

“I earnestly hope I won't.” I retorted before lowering my eyes down to the paper in my hand.

It was all I could do not to tremble as my hand opened the paper. I knew whatever I would see will be to my own disadvantage, yet, I didn't stop.

My lashes blinked rapidly as my eyes took in my name boldly written in my own writing.

Wait. How the hell? What was happening?

“Now,” Alpha Axton gripped my chin, forcing me to look up at his face. “Do you agree that you belong to me?”

“Belong to you?” A snicker slipped out of my throat. “In your fucking dream.”

His grip tightened, I winced at the pain I felt.

“Are you bent on provoking me?” His voice was low, but it sounded hoarse. “Don’t fucking test my patience, Kayla.” 

I didn't want to, I honestly didn't want to, but his voice, h

is gaze, his tight grip on my chin, and the way he called my name, my body reacted with that one emotion I swore never to feel towards him.

Fear.